NintendinsultsNintendinsultsNintendinsults6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Im gon slap you so hard, you will be a Link to the Past
Im gon slap you so hard, you wont even be good enough for the PS3
Ill squash you so flat, youll be a paper Mario
Ill slap you so hard, Ill leave you in a Wiichair
Wii will Wii will rock you
Im gon show you why its called a nunchuck
Ill beat the secret rings outta you
Youre gonna be so beat up, not even Dittoll be able to transform inta you
Oh I assure you, this is your final fantasy
Im gon kick your ass then cram you into a morph ball
Im gon slap you til you cry like baby Bowser
You must be as blind as a Keese
Im gonna beat you with Four Swords
Gonna run you down with my Mario Kart
Im gonna shove that spiky blue shell up yo ass
Im gonna lay inta you like a buncha cucoos
Ill beat you so bad, youll be as unrecognisable as Sheik
Im gonna crush you like a dual screen
Do Not RockDo Not Rock7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Perhaps it is just my warped sense of humor, but I am finding modern warning stickers to be funnier and funnier. When I was a kid warning stickers were usually all text. If you were illiterate you were doomed to fall prey to automatic doors and freshly mopped hallways before you blossomed into adulthood. The stickers would say something like DO NOT ROCK VENDING MACHINE. In later years there was a period where these words were accompanied by a single picture. Usually the object in question being crossed out by a big X. Nowadays the makers of warning labels seem to find it necessary to have a depiction of a stickman being horribly crushed and maimed. Who will weep for the ultimate mistreated minority: the stick man?
Above is the label on the vending machine in the bus station which I am currently sitting in. I have been travelling without a proper meal or night's sleep for almost 2 days so you will have to forgive me if this is a strange thing to be writing about. On the left
A Sheep In Dragon's ClothingA Sheep In Dragon's Clothing7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Bernice yawned and smacked her lips sleepily as the early morning sun slanted in through the open window and warmed her backside. Sighing happily, she snuggled deeper into her soft bedding and began once again to doze off.
Why had that term popped into her head so suddenly?
She shrugged mentally and resumed drifting blissfully off towards the misty lands of sleep once again.
Today is Mutton Day.
There the thought was again! What was so important about today that was trying to make itself known?
A concept struggled up out of the subconscious haze and slid into the small part of her mind that hadn't dropped back into dreams yet.
Mutton Day is like Shearing Day except that they cut deeper.
Bernice frowned in her sleep, beginning to formulate what was wrong. Mutton was sheep meat. After today, there would be mutton stew, muttonchops, mutton pie, and a dozen other mutton recipes for everyone to greedily feast on for days to come. It would be a time of loosely buttoned pants and