Sub-Actuality posted:

The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving mammoth hunter from Big Cave with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for savagery. My mother was a fifteen-year-old Eurasian troglodyte named Agg with webbed feet. My father would vocalize, he would think. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the rounded wheel. Sometimes he would accuse loincloths of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only our genus possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Lascaux, grunt lessons. In the spring we'd eat meat powerups. When I was insolent, I was placed in a catskin bag and eaten by Zeeg- pretty standard, really. At the age of twelve, I received my first club. At the age of fourteen, a Neanderthal named Grok ritualistically shaved my head. There really is nothing like a shorn cranium... it's breathtaking- I suggest you try it.

Sub-Actuality posted:

The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving mammoth hunter from Big Cave with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for savagery. My mother was a fifteen-year-old Eurasian troglodyte named Agg with webbed feet. My father would vocalize, he would think. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the rounded wheel. Sometimes he would accuse loincloths of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only our genus possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Lascaux, grunt lessons. In the spring we'd eat meat powerups. When I was insolent, I was placed in a catskin bag and eaten by Zeeg- pretty standard, really. At the age of twelve, I received my first club. At the age of fourteen, a Neanderthal named Grok ritualistically shaved my head. There really is nothing like a shorn cranium... it's breathtaking- I suggest you try it.

Sub-Actuality posted:

The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving mammoth hunter from Big Cave with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for savagery. My mother was a fifteen-year-old Eurasian troglodyte named Agg with webbed feet. My father would vocalize, he would think. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the rounded wheel. Sometimes he would accuse loincloths of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only our genus possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Lascaux, grunt lessons. In the spring we'd eat meat powerups. When I was insolent, I was placed in a catskin bag and eaten by Zeeg- pretty standard, really. At the age of twelve, I received my first club. At the age of fourteen, a Neanderthal named Grok ritualistically shaved my head. There really is nothing like a shorn cranium... it's breathtaking- I suggest you try it.

Sub-Actuality posted:

The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving mammoth hunter from Big Cave with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for savagery. My mother was a fifteen-year-old Eurasian troglodyte named Agg with webbed feet. My father would vocalize, he would think. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the rounded wheel. Sometimes he would accuse loincloths of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only our genus possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Lascaux, grunt lessons. In the spring we'd eat meat powerups. When I was insolent, I was placed in a catskin bag and eaten by Zeeg- pretty standard, really. At the age of twelve, I received my first club. At the age of fourteen, a Neanderthal named Grok ritualistically shaved my head. There really is nothing like a shorn cranium... it's breathtaking- I suggest you try it.

Sub-Actuality posted:

The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving mammoth hunter from Big Cave with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for savagery. My mother was a fifteen-year-old Eurasian troglodyte named Agg with webbed feet. My father would vocalize, he would think. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the rounded wheel. Sometimes he would accuse loincloths of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only our genus possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Lascaux, grunt lessons. In the spring we'd eat meat powerups. When I was insolent, I was placed in a catskin bag and eaten by Zeeg- pretty standard, really. At the age of twelve, I received my first club. At the age of fourteen, a Neanderthal named Grok ritualistically shaved my head. There really is nothing like a shorn cranium... it's breathtaking- I suggest you try it.

Sub-Actuality posted:

The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving mammoth hunter from Big Cave with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for savagery. My mother was a fifteen-year-old Eurasian troglodyte named Agg with webbed feet. My father would vocalize, he would think. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the rounded wheel. Sometimes he would accuse loincloths of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only our genus possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Lascaux, grunt lessons. In the spring we'd eat meat powerups. When I was insolent, I was placed in a catskin bag and eaten by Zeeg- pretty standard, really. At the age of twelve, I received my first club. At the age of fourteen, a Neanderthal named Grok ritualistically shaved my head. There really is nothing like a shorn cranium... it's breathtaking- I suggest you try it.

Fungah! posted:

george michael: i play bonk in the attic

michael: the mere fact that you refer to making love as "playing bonk" tells me you're not ready

Fungah! posted:

george michael: i play bonk in the attic

michael: the mere fact that you refer to making love as "playing bonk" tells me you're not ready

Fungah! posted:

george michael: i play bonk in the attic

michael: the mere fact that you refer to making love as "playing bonk" tells me you're not ready

EmmyOk posted:

Dude I grew up normal I drank my milk every day to-

EmmyOk posted:

Dude I grew up normal I drank my milk every day to-

That Little Demon posted:

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Arrhythmia posted:

Posting in an epic hundred page thread.

That Little Demon posted:

Hudsonsoft's article on the Bonk Series, under the "Air Zonk" section posted:

Hudson and Red had ambitions to expand the Bonk universe,

Bicyclops posted:

lmao already too many to quote.

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Fungah! posted:

on the turbografx-16
play as a big head dude
dinos wearing bikinis
dinos swallowing you
dad lost his job, can't afford the best
no plumber or hedgehog, can't afford a snes
game sucks the big one but its all i have
so I try to forget it any way I can

keep on bonkin in the free world
keep on bonkin in the free world

Fungah! posted:

on the turbografx-16
play as a big head dude
dinos wearing bikinis
dinos swallowing you
dad lost his job, can't afford the best
no plumber or hedgehog, can't afford a snes
game sucks the big one but its all i have
so I try to forget it any way I can

keep on bonkin in the free world
keep on bonkin in the free world

Fungah! posted:

on the turbografx-16
play as a big head dude
dinos wearing bikinis
dinos swallowing you
dad lost his job, can't afford the best
no plumber or hedgehog, can't afford a snes
game sucks the big one but its all i have
so I try to forget it any way I can

keep on bonkin in the free world
keep on bonkin in the free world

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