The worst part is you can’t even spray for those… you gotta throw the whole thing out and get a new living room set.
By Haaloe
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Posted by Shawn Handyside on October 23, 2010 · 8:58 PM
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Categories: Bad Ideas, Obnoxious, PC, Playstation, Sneak Attack, Strike A Pose, Team Fortress 2, Valve Software, Xbox 360 · Leave a comment (89 Comments) |
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Gentleman Heavy does not approve
I'd attempt at saying something witty, but I'd fail miserably because I do not comprehend in the slightest degree what the saboteur of the color of light with a wave length of approximately 700 nanometers is trying to communicate to the long range combatant of the color of light dispersed in the air above earth between sunrise and sunset whose sole purpose is to be used by imbeciles who possess a boisterous and rowdy nature.
THAT SPY IS A N00B!
ALT: Later that match…
SPAH'S…..trying to backstab mah sentry?
Well it looks like RED Spy is…
*shades*
a successful troll.
BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKSTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABBBBEEEEEEEDDDD!!
I don't even know where to start…
Well, the assassin of range greater than 100 meters of the team of the color of light with the wavelength of approximately 475 nanometers could always request assistance from the ally specialist of temperatures over 500 degrees Fahrenheit of to use his high-temperature tools to remove the hindering saboteur of the color of light with the wavelength of approximately 700 nanometers in his own discretion. But alas, that would decimate and obliterate what would be the once-comfortable piece of furnishing.
FUCK YO COUCH SNIPER
FUCK YO COUCH
I am stricken with an overwhelming sense of realization:
Am I to believe that the assassin who positions the barrel of his long-ranged weapon in such a way so as to strike his target in the cranium has faced a conundrum in that if he attempts to rid this unfortunate world of the assassin who instead attacks his targets by means of a knife named for the four winged insect that garners feminine attention and stereotypically pollinates yellow flowers, then the aforementioned comfortable piece of finishing would become irreparably destroyed in the process, and thus the saboteur has taken advantage of the predicament and positioned himself on top of said furnishing so as to kill the long-range assassin?
Maybe I'm just slow or maybe I just don't get it, but I'm not seeing any funny here…
FUCK YO HEAD FULL OF EYEBALLS SPY
FUCK YO HEAD FULL OF EYEBALLS
Verily.
…Not a single word in this picture made sense.
Shawn, what were you thinking?
Awesome things.
Did April Fails Day come early?
Or it's just early for Failoween.
Alas, I have found a contradiction in your argument!
To my knowledge, the good Vosur was implying that the allied specialist of temperatures over 500 degrees Fahrenheit would be the one who would irreparably damage the comfortable piece of furnishing with his or her high-temperature equipment of warfare, if he or she attempted to remove the saboteur of the team with the color of light with a wavelength of approximately 475 nanometers from atop the comfortable piece of furnishing. Therefore the assassin of a range of over 100 meters who belongs to the team with the color of light of a wavelength of approximately 700 nanometers would not be at fault if the aforementioned furniture were to be damaged in any shape or form.
HA! I know, right bro?
Ah, but just as an elderly chap of good breeding and social stature whose occupation consists of keeping watch over a facility which functions as a safe-house for the currency of the public can allow a crazed individual to rob said currency from the facility by becoming negligent of the situation and reclining in a chair so that he may produce an awful noise while drowsing in a reclined, plastic furnishing, the long-range assassin would allow the aforementioned piece of furnishing to be damaged irreparably.
Thus, through not at fault for such a disaster, the long-range assassin adept at firing a small, round object through the skull of a target would still face the consequences of not possessing a comfortable piece of furnishing on which he may rest his lower body extremities.
I mean, do you even know who you're talkin' to?!
FUCK YO SCRUMPY DEMOMAN
FUCK YO SCRUMPY
Do you have any idea, any idea who I am? Basically…kind of a big deal.
(Going as him for Halloween this year :D)
Well you don't have to be all…
*glasses*
crabby
YEEEEEEEEAAAAaAHHH!!!!
FUCK YOUR MOM SCOUT
FUCK YOUR MOM
SPAH'S DISGUISING MY SENTRY!
TYPO-NO-JUTSU!
*I'm
GRAMMA HAMMA
*on
SWORD OF SPELL
*couch
I'm afraid that while you all were discussing the intricacies of the situation at hand, a gentleman clad in a suit lined with asbestos has wandered along and with a quick pull of the trigger on his cobbled-together flame-projecting firearm, has used the alternative to the projection of fire and opted for a quick burst of compressed gases instead, thus purging the comfortable furniture of his crab-like gentleman issue. I shall not discuss what happened afterward because the sheer vulgarity of the pugilism that the assassin had was something a gentleman need not discuss.
Better for us to enjoy a cup of tea first and continue our lively battles with our respective alliances.
I'm afraid I do not grasp your poor statement in Queen's English sir. Perhaps you would like to rephrase your statement in such a way more appealing to our ears?
How did Sniper fit a couch into his van?
Eye'm inz ur site…
…rating "FAIL" onz ur submission!
FUCK YOU NOPE ENGY
FUCK YOUR NOPE
He was thinking? :0
Might as well give it a home now. Spycrabs are endangered species.
Crab Battle!
(yeeeeah I got nothin')
Sniper’s is shamed to be included in this picture. Plz cheer him up by jarating the next spy you see.
Forgive me, but the sudden burst of flame caught me off-guard and caused me to speak vulgarity of the following nature:
Damn, it , what are we supposed to fight about now?!
Then, I poured a cup of tea into the cup that the male progenitor responsible for my mother's birth attributed to me and wholeheartedly drank the delicious beverage with great alacrity.
*sips tea*
FUCK YO NADES DEMO
FUCK YO NADES
Listen up boy, I already "backstabed" scout's mother.
*Reads DM1293's description*
…sorry! :<
*cloacks*
Well that's… Terrible, I guess? I'm really not sure if this is something to be concerned about.
FUCK YO SHIV SNIPAH
FUCK YO SHIV
The problem seems to be something called "sense of humour", something you got and won't let you find fail submissions funny.
Shawn's sense of humour is in a deep state of coma, but probably will be revived soon, before the next submission if we are lucky.
DAMN IT DAD. DO NOT MAKE ME TURN PYRO TO GET REVENGE ON YOU.
Damn, I got sense of humor? I knew that girl was lying when she said she was clean… is there any cure? I've heard you could simply watch anything with Dane Cook in it and get results, but I'm afraid I won't survive that.
I beg your pardon, but I, for one, would not partake in that particular brand of tea for I have heard of rumors from my gentlemanly contacts that the brand of tea of which you two good sirs are partaking is "organically created" by the aforementioned assassin with a range of greater than 100 meters by means of a process that I am loath to describe.
If it pleases the good sirs, I shall join in your dining with a marvelous dish comprised of meat, vegetables and dairy products placed between two portions of a product derived from various grains.
Tis a hearty meal indeed.
The little 'Halolz.com' in the corner made some sense.
Ya' listenin'? Okay: Grass grows, birds fly, sun shines, and brotha'…
I hurt people.
Ah, Seto Kaiba. It would appear you would have join us soon. And by us I would mean the company of Marik_Ishtar and I. I say, what brings you here to this fine website filled with obscure video game captions intended to make us, oh how you say laugh out loud?
Well, I am just here in the manner of falling in your presence to inform you that I have recently kidnapped your dear, younger brother who was adopted by a fine man along with you as a child, Mokuba Kaiba. I say, please try your finest and greatest attempt to try to reclaim him back into your possession. Be as quick as you can before I send your related sibling into the dreadful realm filled with horror and demise otherwise known as the Shadow Realm with my Millennium Ring, or "Gay-Dar" as some of you ignorant chaps like to call it.
FUCK YO BONK SCOUT
FUCK YO BONK
(On a related note, it seems we have created a meme.)
It would seem that Sniper actually owns a house, but he prefers the comforts of his van. Or it could be hammerspace. *pulls out giant wooden mallet and smacks Matterisgood upside the head with it* Duck season.
It makes it worse by the fact it's on gm_construct.
.
..
…
SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
*flexes arm*
Oh man, that's beautiful, ehehe.
(For the sake of continuity, I will repost.)
Ya' listenin'? Okay: Grass grows, birds fly, sun shines, and brotha'…
I hurt people.
Nay! We should hit their weak points!
A card game bearing a name which in the language of the Japanese people, means "Game King" which consists of making stategic moves by countering an opponents cards with many of your own, often used in conjustion with one-another has a one hundred percent chance of being played while riding two-wheeled vehicles refered to as "bicycles" that are powered by a combustion engine to make the vehicle travel at high speeds. Verily.
*Sips from a plastic container that is tappered to an open point at the top. It has a label reading "Mountain Dew: Code Red"*
It would a man has burst into my room. He has made it apparent the his birth name is "Red Mountains" and that he has a high appreciation for the towering mounds of rock from which his ancestors obtained.
But that wouldn't be true to actual Japanese history.
Too long; didn't read.
Applause for you all.
I'ma force-a-nature.If you were from where I was from, you'd be fuckin' dead.
WWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
This went up almost five months too early.
Also, a little help getting to 69 e-peen?
I think he has one of those drunk moments, remember PedoMedic at the beginning of the year?
On the bright side, it is an improvement from Courage Kratos
http://knowyourmeme.com/memes/f-ck-yo-couch
We'll be here all week. *Sips orange vanilla rooibos tea*
Haaloe, what you've just submitted is one of the most idiotically insane things I ever read. At no point, in your rambling, incoherent submission, were you even close to anything considered a rational joke. Everyone in this room is now dumber for having to read it. I award you no points, and may Falcon have mercy on your soul.
But what about the…
ahem…
MASSIVE DAMAGE!
?
too late ;D
GIDOMNAT!!
Well this crab isn't giant. There is no weak point.
I see.
We're all doomed.
HMMPH MMPH MMPH HUDDA HUDDA
HMMPH MMPH MMPH
And where's your silken top-hat, my dear Guy Fawkes-impersonating espionage expert? You are of the league of the righteously-endowed gentlemen, and therefore you are deserving of the articles of status.
As Scout's mother? D:
PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWW!!!
There is a ray of hope… Where is the Engineer when we need to tell this spy "Nope!"?
Forgot a few…
Funny…i thought April Fail days wasnt for a few months…..
TOO MUCH GENTLENESS, OVERLOAD!! BZZT-BZZT-BZZT
[holyshit guys, R U ENGLISH?]
I give the FUCK up.
You want him so badly, take him. He's not even shiny. The only person to be thrown into such a disaster more times than I can count is that Miko girl from 400 years ago. Even her ex-boyfriend killed her once.
And you know what happens? EVERY FUCKING TIME?! He kicks one of you idiotic henchmen in the shin and runs for it. Granted, he almost always fails/falls, but then my arch-rival picks him up and hands him back free of charge.
It's just not worth the effort anymore. Spending so much money (yes, even I can deplete my savings), is what got Kaiba Corp. bought out in the season that let Deus Ex Machina write the script.
Just stay away from my Blue Eyes White Dragons, you British Fluffy.
Can't let you do that.
This submission was so awful, it made Captain Falcon cry.
Not even the fact that he only cries manly tears can award this submission any points.
Turn pyro?
*decloacks*
Turn PYRO!?
SON, I AM DISAPPOINT.
Nay, sir. I, for one, am not of the English descent, nor am I a citizen of the United Kingdom. I am, however, a citizen of a great country that was once controlled by the British.
Ah, but Kaiba, you do not understand what will happen if you don't get him back. He is the second heir to your beloved company. Now if you were gone, what would happen? I mean, after all you been through, especially when you two were just adopted, now…so many memories would be tormenting you.
And besides. There is something I want from you as well as you would want from me. Now can we settle on something? Maybe over a simple card game I suppose? Well, if you decline, then I guess people would start thinking you refused because I could beat you and your pathetic dragons. Now you wouldn't want your reputation ruined now would you?
wat.
i know, but i don't have that many catchy phrases i can say before correction.
CARD GAMES ON MOTORCYCLES!!!
Amen.
The game is fucking called Metal Gear Solid!