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The Nazi regime of Netphoria
Ok, first the delete function, now the edit function? What the fuck?
I can't see it using up that much bandwidth to allow those functions and otherwise we end up with double posts by accident that we can't delete, and double posts on purpose because people can't edit their post to tack on a line. |
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edit: you're insane, uncle joe edit the sequel: NOW WITH QUOTES!!! |
oh wait
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so is it only on the sp board
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something is wrong with my brayne
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i wish i could delete this thread
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i want to go back to bed
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actually, the way this thread is going is very mistle-esque
i want to kill myself |
this feels like a lolocaust
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that's it. i'm leaving < this thread > for good
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I think its if you got 10k or such. Let me try.
EDIT: Nope, I was wrong. |
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now let me tell you story bout a man name jed poor mountaineer barely kept his family fed then one day he was shootin out some food when up from the ground came a bubbling crude oil that is black gold texas tea
well next thing you know old jeds a millionaire the kinfolk said JED MOVE AWAY FROM HERE they said CALIFORNY IS THE PLACE YA OUGHTA BE so they packed up the truck and they moved to beverly hills that is swimming pools movie stars THE BEVERLY HILLBILLIES |
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well next thing you know old jeds a millionaire the kinfolk said JED MOVE AWAY FROM HERE they said CALIFORNY IS THE PLACE YA OUGHTA BE so they packed up the truck and they moved to beverly hills that is swimming pools movie stars THE BEVERLY HILLBILLIES |
LDS is drunk again you guys
please don't hit me sir |
mommy, are we moving again?
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i'm not drunk, i'm hideously depressed
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it's a trick to expose your fuck ups
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i dont like when people use the word bro.
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O how my great liberal heart labours,
With the piss in my rivers and gall, Before gleaming ceremonial sabres, Who falls on them falls for us all... Every night I pick the locks On that white Victorian box, Every night I pick the locks and the gaolers say... Some nights when I look through her window, And she seems an old lover to me, There peeling off her black nylon knee highs And yielding her breast to the sea... Every night I pick the locks On that white Victorian box, But there's nobody home in her telephone bones. I've kissed the green gem of the east coast, drunk the tropical fizz of the north, Played the far flung sand castles ate at by the Indian, Froze in the broken off port, To my blue collar sprawl out the blue stony wall, Where the weather don't bother and the sea don't recall, Sometimes it's a dead man as wide as he's tall by a blue blooded matron, and under her shawl Every night I pick the locks on that white Victorian box... I find buttons and bones, tiny soldiers, toy trains and murder... Every night I pick the locks and the ladies scream "Vain!!" |
I was expecting this thread to be one in which we compare netphorians to leading Nazis. Oh well.
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some shitface told me to 'hang loose' today.
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Christhimself = Ernst Roehm
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Kahlo = Goebbels
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