William Henry Hairytaint posted:

I have a boner RIGHT NOW

Sid Vicious posted:

I have a boner for derpies too but its not hate related

Aardvark! posted:

didnt we do exactly this thread a month ago in qcs already? derpies is a good poster. putting a catchphrase in to the text box on the first reply of a new thread is not. the end.

low key sex master posted:

I think the mods should haha you thought I was gonna say the t word well guess what buddy you just wasted like three seconds of your life that you'll never get back hovering over this. how does it feel to be owned? what's going through your mind right now as you read the words I wrote? That pain, that rage, this precious time you'll never get back. It's mine. when you sleep, you will dream of this ownage. it will haunt you until death, and after death. I own you for eternity b*tch it out

feelix posted:

tug the krust

William Henry Hairytaint posted:

This is a pretty good thread

William Henry Hairytaint posted:

This is a pretty good thread

Into The Mild posted:

The mods went so hard against tuggin that it’s become the new Krusty.

Literally A Person posted:

Everyone, please notice the thread title change.

OP, you enjoy.

Mr. Clark2 posted:

same

Spinz posted:

Aesop Poprock posted:

I don't have a boner ever

Meme Poker Party posted:

Pretty good thread, OP.

EorayMel posted:

[In Morgan Freeman voice]

OP's fatass sits down into the computer chair once more, its temporary break of not having to continually support hundreds of grotesque goon flesh and bone upon the feeble construction already cut short. Part of the chair creaks and microscopic pieces flake off as OP wolfs down another bag of Cheetos, adding yet another layer of curdling cheese filth to the keyboard. As parts of badly chewed Cheeto sloppily runs down the corner of OP's basking shark-like mouth, OP grins with a maze of crooked teeth in one of the very few "Eureka!" moments OP will ever know.

"Nyer hyer hyer harr! I know exathly what thread GBth will enjoy!" OP cackles to the delight of nobody. Thick, beet-like fingers hammer away at a keyboard long past the damages that have voided its warranty, in fact the third one the OP abused this year. OP goes to the first clickbait new site that pops up with a hasty Google search, genius laughter turning into gurgling cheesy at OP's own posting prowess heaves as the mouse highlights the URL to copy and paste into the thread.

"Now itth all thet! GBth, here I come!" OP bellows as a psuedo-amputated finger slams the "post" button. OP waits in front of the computer screen, the only source of light in the pitch black room that can easily double as a CIA interrogation site. The first reply streams in to the OP's delight...only to find it a berating response to the thread just made.

"No mattuh," OP thinks mid ventilating gasp as the last contents of a three-day old Mountain Dew bottle laced with backwash is mercifully put down the slimy throat and slam dunks into an overflowing garbage bin. OP stares and madly refreshes, too entranced to be discouraged. "Thurely, thith thread will go down in history!" OP thinks. But every time OP refreshes the thread, a new post emerges, sparking momentary hope. But that hope is swiftly smothered, much like OP's ungodly rolls of fat that could easily smuggle every printed post made by the account, upon seeing what every post really is.

Flames. Insults. Humiliation.

They only pile on more and more like locusts descending upon an open wheat field, the metaphorical fruit of OP's labor upon conceiving such a perfect thread, or so OP thought. By the twentieth post calling for the thread's death by gas chamber, OP's face wrinkled face is ruby red in steaming rage, more closely resembling a shriveled cherry tomato, frothing at rage at the other goons for not accepting the message, not embracing the slamdunk ultimatum it was envisioned as. Instead, the OP became the subject of such precise ownage.

"No...No..." OP chants under bated breath like the one scratch-off ticket that would've earned an extra fifty dollars was thrown out. The wrinkles on OP's rage reddened face make the OP more closely resemble a shriveled cherry tomato despite OP's mammoth build that is identical to the nearby closet of dirty diapers worn and used to maximize more World of Warcraft grinding. "How could thith happen?" I...I...can't..." OP once again remorses, the tears leaking from the fat rolls practically making blinding OP turning into steam and coming out of OP's ears like a vintage cartoon character. Soft sobs echo throughout the room as OP cannot help but continue watching the replies go up in the thread, clinging on to the last remaining shred of hope, one iota of validation for the thread created, hoping that all these painful blows would no longer fall upon the thread nor OP...

Spinz posted:

EorayMel posted:

[In Morgan Freeman voice]

OP's fatass sits down into the computer chair once more, its temporary break of not having to continually support hundreds of grotesque goon flesh and bone upon the feeble construction already cut short. Part of the chair creaks and microscopic pieces flake off as OP wolfs down another bag of Cheetos, adding yet another layer of curdling cheese filth to the keyboard. As parts of badly chewed Cheeto sloppily runs down the corner of OP's basking shark-like mouth, OP grins with a maze of crooked teeth in one of the very few "Eureka!" moments OP will ever know.

"Nyer hyer hyer harr! I know exathly what thread GBth will enjoy!" OP cackles to the delight of nobody. Thick, beet-like fingers hammer away at a keyboard long past the damages that have voided its warranty, in fact the third one the OP abused this year. OP goes to the first clickbait new site that pops up with a hasty Google search, genius laughter turning into gurgling cheesy at OP's own posting prowess heaves as the mouse highlights the URL to copy and paste into the thread.

"Now itth all thet! GBth, here I come!" OP bellows as a psuedo-amputated finger slams the "post" button. OP waits in front of the computer screen, the only source of light in the pitch black room that can easily double as a CIA interrogation site. The first reply streams in to the OP's delight...only to find it a berating response to the thread just made.

"No mattuh," OP thinks mid ventilating gasp as the last contents of a three-day old Mountain Dew bottle laced with backwash is mercifully put down the slimy throat and slam dunks into an overflowing garbage bin. OP stares and madly refreshes, too entranced to be discouraged. "Thurely, thith thread will go down in history!" OP thinks. But every time OP refreshes the thread, a new post emerges, sparking momentary hope. But that hope is swiftly smothered, much like OP's ungodly rolls of fat that could easily smuggle every printed post made by the account, upon seeing what every post really is.

Flames. Insults. Humiliation.

They only pile on more and more like locusts descending upon an open wheat field, the metaphorical fruit of OP's labor upon conceiving such a perfect thread, or so OP thought. By the twentieth post calling for the thread's death by gas chamber, OP's face wrinkled face is ruby red in steaming rage, more closely resembling a shriveled cherry tomato, frothing at rage at the other goons for not accepting the message, not embracing the slamdunk ultimatum it was envisioned as. Instead, the OP became the subject of such precise ownage.

"No...No..." OP chants under bated breath like the one scratch-off ticket that would've earned an extra fifty dollars was thrown out. The wrinkles on OP's rage reddened face make the OP more closely resemble a shriveled cherry tomato despite OP's mammoth build that is identical to the nearby closet of dirty diapers worn and used to maximize more World of Warcraft grinding. "How could thith happen?" I...I...can't..." OP once again remorses, the tears leaking from the fat rolls practically making blinding OP turning into steam and coming out of OP's ears like a vintage cartoon character. Soft sobs echo throughout the room as OP cannot help but continue watching the replies go up in the thread, clinging on to the last remaining shred of hope, one iota of validation for the thread created, hoping that all these painful blows would no longer fall upon the thread nor OP...

Derpies posted:

Hey is this thread still hot? It’s been unpinned for a while.

*grabs thread*

YOWEE GOD DAMNIT I DONE BURNT MY TUGGIN HAND!

Into The Mild posted:

Oh no what happens now?

Into The Mild posted:

Ohh good. For a second there I thought your tuggin days were over.