Originally posted by Soljer
I love how this thread is just an ongoing joke now. No one really comes here to argue, they really just come here to point out the ridiculousness of the thread itself...
pretty much every viable argument on either side...and every nonviable argument as well....has been said...
...over 100 times
Originally posted by Badabing
dur
StyleTime:...
*In a complex pattern of flips and twists, the herald of style leaps from his perch and lands on bouldered terrain before an unknown foe.*
Badabing: dur
StyleTime: Badabing...
*StyleTime smirks. He knows he is in for a fight. Jumping at the chance to test his abilities, he attempts his best puns he learned from years of training at a 4th grade afterschool program.*
Badabing: dur
StyleTime:He's......too blissfully unaware.....for my quips to take effect!
Badabing: dur
*A wave of jocular backlash strikes StyleTime and sends him easily fifty feet backwards. StyleTime rolls to a stop as he was taught by Jessica, his 12 year old mentor. Jumping to his feet, StyleTime scans the area for his worthy foe.*
StyleTime:..Where'd he go?.....Damnit. Badabing must be headed for KMC. I must warn the others.
*Before StyleTime sets off, he notices some strange insignia on the back of his hand. He raises his hand to take a closer look at the marking.*
StyleTime: What the....?
*Closer scrutiny of his hand reveals dur*
StyleTime: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Originally posted by StyleTime
*StyleTime stands with his eyes closed and arms folded atop a mountain cliff. He feels a dark presence approaching as easily as he would the wind blowing on his skin. With eyes now open, StyleTime peers over the rocky overhang he was training on.*StyleTime:...
*In a complex pattern of flips and twists, the herald of style leaps from his perch and lands on bouldered terrain before an unknown foe.*
Badabing: dur
StyleTime: Badabing...
*StyleTime smirks. He knows he is in for a fight. Jumping at the chance to test his abilities, he attempts his best puns he learned from years of training at a 4th grade afterschool program.*
Badabing: dur
StyleTime:He's......too blissfully unaware.....for my quips to take effect!
Badabing: dur
*A wave of jocular backlash strikes StyleTime and sends him easily fifty feet backwards. StyleTime rolls to a stop as he was taught by Jessica, his 12 year old mentor. Jumping to his feet, StyleTime scans the area for his worthy foe.*
StyleTime:..Where'd he go?.....Damnit. Badabing must be headed for KMC. I must warn the others.
*Before StyleTime sets off, he notices some strange insignia on the back of his hand. He raises his hand to take a closer look at the marking.*
StyleTime: What the....?
*Closer scrutiny of his hand reveals dur*
StyleTime: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
😆 .
The dur has you now. There is no sense in resisting.
Originally posted by StyleTime😱 😆 😆 💃 OMG!!! banana02 hysterical Profiled!!!
*StyleTime stands with his eyes closed and arms folded atop a mountain cliff. He feels a dark presence approaching as easily as he would the wind blowing on his skin. With eyes now open, StyleTime peers over the rocky overhang he was training on.*StyleTime:...
*In a complex pattern of flips and twists, the herald of style leaps from his perch and lands on bouldered terrain before an unknown foe.*
Badabing: dur
StyleTime: Badabing...
*StyleTime smirks. He knows he is in for a fight. Jumping at the chance to test his abilities, he attempts his best puns he learned from years of training at a 4th grade afterschool program.*
Badabing: dur
StyleTime:He's......too blissfully unaware.....for my quips to take effect!
Badabing: dur
*A wave of jocular backlash strikes StyleTime and sends him easily fifty feet backwards. StyleTime rolls to a stop as he was taught by Jessica, his 12 year old mentor. Jumping to his feet, StyleTime scans the area for his worthy foe.*
StyleTime:..Where'd he go?.....Damnit. Badabing must be headed for KMC. I must warn the others.
*Before StyleTime sets off, he notices some strange insignia on the back of his hand. He raises his hand to take a closer look at the marking.*
StyleTime: What the....?
*Closer scrutiny of his hand reveals dur*
StyleTime: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Originally posted by StyleTime
*StyleTime stands with his eyes closed and arms folded atop a mountain cliff. He feels a dark presence approaching as easily as he would the wind blowing on his skin. With eyes now open, StyleTime peers over the rocky overhang he was training on.*StyleTime:...
*In a complex pattern of flips and twists, the herald of style leaps from his perch and lands on bouldered terrain before an unknown foe.*
Badabing: dur
StyleTime: Badabing...
*StyleTime smirks. He knows he is in for a fight. Jumping at the chance to test his abilities, he attempts his best puns he learned from years of training at a 4th grade afterschool program.*
Badabing: dur
StyleTime:He's......too blissfully unaware.....for my quips to take effect!
Badabing: dur
*A wave of jocular backlash strikes StyleTime and sends him easily fifty feet backwards. StyleTime rolls to a stop as he was taught by Jessica, his 12 year old mentor. Jumping to his feet, StyleTime scans the area for his worthy foe.*
StyleTime:..Where'd he go?.....Damnit. Badabing must be headed for KMC. I must warn the others.
*Before StyleTime sets off, he notices some strange insignia on the back of his hand. He raises his hand to take a closer look at the marking.*
StyleTime: What the....?
*Closer scrutiny of his hand reveals dur*
StyleTime: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Fear the almighty DUR! durfist I am so profiling this shit. 😄 👆