The 2,000,000th post game

Started by ~Wålshy~52,234 pages

Originally posted by FoxMeister
I poured sugar into my drink. I tastes nice aweyes
i like your sig, mischief. mayhem. soap. kinky much?

Originally posted by XvampbenjiiX666
i knew it walshy, you are a ****...
😎

Originally posted by ~Wålshy~
i like your sig, mischief. mayhem. soap. kinky much?

Depends on how you look at it awehuh

Originally posted by FoxMeister
Depends on how you look at it awehuh
i know the way i look at it. naughty

Originally posted by ~Wålshy~
i know the way i look at it. naughty

Out your anus?

not out, in. awehuhs

whore...now im bored

Originally posted by ~Wålshy~
not out, in. awehuhs

Where's your computer screen? awehuh

Pantera-Walk

Originally posted by XvampbenjiiX666
whore...now im bored
fine, go at it again if ya want. aweumm

Originally posted by FoxMeister
Where's your computer screen? awehuh
wat

there was a teacher called 'penguin' in my school

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GG9qlKEyV4E

all that remains, i'm going to go see them at warped this year

you're going to warped tour!? 😱

yeppers...going july 25th

i'm going to see family force 5, all that remains, jeffree star, and some others

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MkB8L0wNckw

thats awesome

i know...does this sound like black metal lyrics to you?

This twisted, wretched place shadowed by the utmost darks of Hell. In dreams of black beyond the bounds of a withered witch's spell.

Where the doors surely are locked, where the sun threatens to wane. Where shamblers dwell in dim moon light beyond the warmth of of day. Liars line the roads at dawn, watchful eyes are upon you. Held sacred weapons to the sacred revealed, to be unleashed upon this council of Hell.

Blood flows the streets at night where wolves cry out for flesh. Where a horrible curse taints the woodlands nearby with the forms of the walking dead.

Unholy inversion of hope twisting the faith of the meek into hate, driven insane by the dark one. To bring forth the foul biddings, he speaks. The undead are among us, at dawn they shrink back to their silken beds. They dance by night and drink the blood of a child's broken neck.

His spires are growing taller still, their shadows spreading throughout the land, freeing the evils that sleep within the weaker minds of man.

[Solo]

Into the tower, never go. The horrors multiply. Gears can mince the strongest ones, leaving heroes paralyzed. The rivers flow with poison, the sands swallow you whole, the ghouls that roam this darkened wood are thirsting for your throat.

Unholy inversion of hope twisting the faith of the meek into hate, driven insane by the dark one. To bring forth the foul biddings, he speaks. The undead are among us, at dawn they shrink back to their silken beds. They dance by night and drink the blood of a child's broken neck.

His spires are growing taller still, their shadows spreading throughout the land, freeing the evils that sleep within the weaker minds of man

yes it does ^_^

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