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I couldn’t think of anything sentimental to say. I just wrote you this in like 30 minutes. But it’s the thought that counts. And boy do I thought.:-|
*warning! It might or might not suck balls*
Happy Birfday!!!!!
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Drunk Cow, Timmargh and, FFF are drunk on Timmargh’s couch watching a special on the t.v. about the importance of saving the rainforest.
Drunk Cow: Hey Timmargh.
Timmargh: Um, yea?
Drunk Cow: You know we’re like brothers right?
Timmargh: Of course dude. We-
Drunk Cow: Brothers that have sex.
Timmargh: …..
FFF: Heh. Youre wasted DC.
Drunk Cow: STOP YELLING AT MEEEE!
Timmargh: Okay….
FFF: Hey guys we got to do something.
Drunk Cow: But what?
Timmargh: Lets go to the cemetery.
FFF: Dead girls don’t say no! WOOH!
Drunk Cow: Nah. Not today.
Timmargh: Lets just go to the pub.
FFF: I guess that’s just as good.
The three raise from the butt trap that is Tim’s couch and venture off to the local pub. At arrival they approach the counter. There they meet Sheepy the bartender.
Timmargh: Hi. Can I-
Sheepy: Welcome to the pub.
Timmargh: Can I have—
Sheepy: We have new alcohol doused cocktail weenies for sell. They’re called Peckers.
Timmargh: Yea, great. Can I have three-
Sheepy: They are very cheap. Everyone that has tried them loves them now.
Timmargh: Can I have three friggin-
Sheepy: Peckers are tasty and go well with nuts.
Timmargh: SHUT UP YOU FILTHY SACK OF ASS!
Sheepy: *begins to cry hysterically*
Drunk Cow: Uh. Like my friend here was saying can we have three pints.
Sheepy: *sobs* I was just trying to sell you guys some Peckers!
Timmargh: Sorry, but we just wanted three pints.
Sheepy: *goes into fetal position behind counter* Only Peckers. That’s it. I only wanted you guys to taste our Peckers.
FFF: Fine! Give us three pints and your Peckers!
Sheepy: *stands abruptly* That’ll be cash right!?
4 hours, three pints, and a ton of Peckers later
Timmargh: Peckers are awesome!
Drunk Cow: Tim. I think you’ve had enough.
Timmargh: But everyone loves Peckers!
FFF: Not everyone.
Timmargh turns to the burly man sitting beside him.
Timmargh: Hey big guy! You like Peckers too right!
The man punches Timmargh in the face leaving in engraving of his “I hate homos” brass ring. At impact the lights suddenly flicker off and there is a loud roaring chaos outside.
FFF: What’s going on!
The bartender walks out the door and quickly returns inside. He gets a chair and places it against the entrance as a blockade.
FFF: What was it!
Sheepy: Noobs! Hundreds upon hundreds of spamming noobs!
Drunk Cow: Lord help us!
Sheepy: We’ll have to stay here until they clear out. They seem to be protesting notables, saying that they are “meanies”.
Timmargh: How long do we have to stay here? I have to go home and water my fish tonight!
Sheepy: Who knows. Hours, days, weeks, or maybe even... minutes.
Drunk Cow: *falls into Timmargh’s arms weeping* NO! Anything but minutes! Anything!
Timmargh: Don’t worry DC. They can’t spam on about how mean notables are for that long.
7 days later
Noobs outside: Notables are mean! I like beans! Notables are mean! I like beans!
All the pubs beer and tiny peanuts have been long devoured. Living conditions have turned to the worst. All they have for food now are Peckers that many at the pub refuse to even taste. Except, Timmargh.
Timmargh: I LAAUVE PECKERS! See most people eat their Peckers one by one, but I shove tons of Peckers in ma mouth at once, nearly choking! Haha! *farts*
FFF: Ha, you farted… do it again.
Timmargh: *farts*
FFF: Oh yea.
Drunk Cow: So…. hungry.
Timmargh: Eat a Pecker! They’re like a rainbow in your mouth.
Drunk Cow: I bet.
Sheepy: I’ve had enough of this! We have to find out a way to leave this dump!
FFF: They’ve surrounded the whole pub! There is no way out.
There’s a loud thump under the floorboards. Followed by giggling.
Sheepy: Crap! They have managed to get underground.
Drunk Cow: What do they want with us!
FFF: What all spamming noobs want. They want attention. They want someone to hear what they think about notables. And since everyone has been indoors since they arrived, they must be itching to complain to someone about it!
Timmargh: Maybe they want my Peckers!
Sheepy: It doesn’t matter what they want! We have to get to higher ground!
Drunk Cow: Isn’t there an attic in this place.
Timmargh: The attic! That place is too humid! It will make my Peckers soft and they taste bad that way!
Sheepy: We have to run the risk Tim.
The floorboards begin to crack. Suddenly they break loose and noobs begin to flood the local pub. They start holding down anyone that they see. Sheepy, Timmargh, DC, and FFF manage to run to the narrow storage closet a few feet away and lock the door behind them.
Sheepy: Guys the attic is right above our heads. We have to go up as quietly as we can.
FFF opens the attic door and helps the others inside. The others then try to assist FFF up when suddenly the door explodes open and FFF is taken away in a flash.
Timmargh: FFF!!!!
The three sprint toward the attic window.
Sheepy: Do you get vertigo?!
Timmargh: NO! I’ve seen the movie like 9 times and I still don’t get it!
Drunk Cow: Too bad! We have to jump!
They all leap out the window, land hard on the ground, and catch the eye of the noobs on the streets.
ROFL:lollolollollolollololololollolloll! They fell.
Drunk Cow: This is it! We’re all going to be spammed!
Timmargh: No… I have a better idea.
Sheepy: You! An idea!
Timmargh reaches into his pockets and takes out a handful of Peckers. He throws them at a random noob and the others jump on him in an instant.
Timmargh: RUN!
The three skip far off into the sunset like little homos in heat. They were happy. They had escaped the clutches of spamming noobies. Something no other has ever done before.
Sheepy: Genius Tim! You remembered that all noobs love peni$es.
Timmargh: Um. They’re called Peckers… and yes I am a genius!
Drunk Cow: Timmargh. To many you might be a Pecker munching special boy but in my eyes you’re a just a Pecker muncher.
Lame “awwww” is heard in the background.
Timmargh: Thanks DC.
Drunk Cow: Happy Birfday Timmargh. Happy Birfday… to you.
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Dedicated to Timmargh
Drunkeh
*warning! It might or might not suck balls*
Happy Birfday!!!!!
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Drunk Cow, Timmargh and, FFF are drunk on Timmargh’s couch watching a special on the t.v. about the importance of saving the rainforest.
Drunk Cow: Hey Timmargh.
Timmargh: Um, yea?
Drunk Cow: You know we’re like brothers right?
Timmargh: Of course dude. We-
Drunk Cow: Brothers that have sex.
Timmargh: …..
FFF: Heh. Youre wasted DC.
Drunk Cow: STOP YELLING AT MEEEE!
Timmargh: Okay….
FFF: Hey guys we got to do something.
Drunk Cow: But what?
Timmargh: Lets go to the cemetery.
FFF: Dead girls don’t say no! WOOH!
Drunk Cow: Nah. Not today.
Timmargh: Lets just go to the pub.
FFF: I guess that’s just as good.
The three raise from the butt trap that is Tim’s couch and venture off to the local pub. At arrival they approach the counter. There they meet Sheepy the bartender.
Timmargh: Hi. Can I-
Sheepy: Welcome to the pub.
Timmargh: Can I have—
Sheepy: We have new alcohol doused cocktail weenies for sell. They’re called Peckers.
Timmargh: Yea, great. Can I have three-
Sheepy: They are very cheap. Everyone that has tried them loves them now.
Timmargh: Can I have three friggin-
Sheepy: Peckers are tasty and go well with nuts.
Timmargh: SHUT UP YOU FILTHY SACK OF ASS!
Sheepy: *begins to cry hysterically*
Drunk Cow: Uh. Like my friend here was saying can we have three pints.
Sheepy: *sobs* I was just trying to sell you guys some Peckers!
Timmargh: Sorry, but we just wanted three pints.
Sheepy: *goes into fetal position behind counter* Only Peckers. That’s it. I only wanted you guys to taste our Peckers.
FFF: Fine! Give us three pints and your Peckers!
Sheepy: *stands abruptly* That’ll be cash right!?
4 hours, three pints, and a ton of Peckers later
Timmargh: Peckers are awesome!
Drunk Cow: Tim. I think you’ve had enough.
Timmargh: But everyone loves Peckers!
FFF: Not everyone.
Timmargh turns to the burly man sitting beside him.
Timmargh: Hey big guy! You like Peckers too right!
The man punches Timmargh in the face leaving in engraving of his “I hate homos” brass ring. At impact the lights suddenly flicker off and there is a loud roaring chaos outside.
FFF: What’s going on!
The bartender walks out the door and quickly returns inside. He gets a chair and places it against the entrance as a blockade.
FFF: What was it!
Sheepy: Noobs! Hundreds upon hundreds of spamming noobs!
Drunk Cow: Lord help us!
Sheepy: We’ll have to stay here until they clear out. They seem to be protesting notables, saying that they are “meanies”.
Timmargh: How long do we have to stay here? I have to go home and water my fish tonight!
Sheepy: Who knows. Hours, days, weeks, or maybe even... minutes.
Drunk Cow: *falls into Timmargh’s arms weeping* NO! Anything but minutes! Anything!
Timmargh: Don’t worry DC. They can’t spam on about how mean notables are for that long.
7 days later
Noobs outside: Notables are mean! I like beans! Notables are mean! I like beans!
All the pubs beer and tiny peanuts have been long devoured. Living conditions have turned to the worst. All they have for food now are Peckers that many at the pub refuse to even taste. Except, Timmargh.
Timmargh: I LAAUVE PECKERS! See most people eat their Peckers one by one, but I shove tons of Peckers in ma mouth at once, nearly choking! Haha! *farts*
FFF: Ha, you farted… do it again.
Timmargh: *farts*
FFF: Oh yea.
Drunk Cow: So…. hungry.
Timmargh: Eat a Pecker! They’re like a rainbow in your mouth.
Drunk Cow: I bet.
Sheepy: I’ve had enough of this! We have to find out a way to leave this dump!
FFF: They’ve surrounded the whole pub! There is no way out.
There’s a loud thump under the floorboards. Followed by giggling.
Sheepy: Crap! They have managed to get underground.
Drunk Cow: What do they want with us!
FFF: What all spamming noobs want. They want attention. They want someone to hear what they think about notables. And since everyone has been indoors since they arrived, they must be itching to complain to someone about it!
Timmargh: Maybe they want my Peckers!
Sheepy: It doesn’t matter what they want! We have to get to higher ground!
Drunk Cow: Isn’t there an attic in this place.
Timmargh: The attic! That place is too humid! It will make my Peckers soft and they taste bad that way!
Sheepy: We have to run the risk Tim.
The floorboards begin to crack. Suddenly they break loose and noobs begin to flood the local pub. They start holding down anyone that they see. Sheepy, Timmargh, DC, and FFF manage to run to the narrow storage closet a few feet away and lock the door behind them.
Sheepy: Guys the attic is right above our heads. We have to go up as quietly as we can.
FFF opens the attic door and helps the others inside. The others then try to assist FFF up when suddenly the door explodes open and FFF is taken away in a flash.
Timmargh: FFF!!!!
The three sprint toward the attic window.
Sheepy: Do you get vertigo?!
Timmargh: NO! I’ve seen the movie like 9 times and I still don’t get it!
Drunk Cow: Too bad! We have to jump!
They all leap out the window, land hard on the ground, and catch the eye of the noobs on the streets.
ROFL:lollolollollolollololololollolloll! They fell.
Drunk Cow: This is it! We’re all going to be spammed!
Timmargh: No… I have a better idea.
Sheepy: You! An idea!
Timmargh reaches into his pockets and takes out a handful of Peckers. He throws them at a random noob and the others jump on him in an instant.
Timmargh: RUN!
The three skip far off into the sunset like little homos in heat. They were happy. They had escaped the clutches of spamming noobies. Something no other has ever done before.
Sheepy: Genius Tim! You remembered that all noobs love peni$es.
Timmargh: Um. They’re called Peckers… and yes I am a genius!
Drunk Cow: Timmargh. To many you might be a Pecker munching special boy but in my eyes you’re a just a Pecker muncher.
Lame “awwww” is heard in the background.
Timmargh: Thanks DC.
Drunk Cow: Happy Birfday Timmargh. Happy Birfday… to you.
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Dedicated to Timmargh
Drunkeh
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Excellent! Brought tears to my eyes, that. Thanks.
Ooh! A green straw!
*wanders off*
Ooh! A green straw!
*wanders off*
They get caught in zippers occasionally.
Is there anything wrong with a fat johnson?
Johnson, you're fat.
*waits for reply*
*waits for reply*
This will start a few fights tonite
Drunk Cow wrote:
> cookie monster wrote:
> If i were Timmargh i would be looking for a receipt and a vist to
> the
> shop it was purchased from.
>
> If I were cookie monster I'd be looking for things to critize because
> of my low self esteem.
>
> :-D
Tch, 5 mins after i first replied?
Thats slack.
> cookie monster wrote:
> If i were Timmargh i would be looking for a receipt and a vist to
> the
> shop it was purchased from.
>
> If I were cookie monster I'd be looking for things to critize because
> of my low self esteem.
>
> :-D
Tch, 5 mins after i first replied?
Thats slack.
Don't critize me.
cookie monster wrote:
> If i were Timmargh i would be looking for a receipt and a vist to the
> shop it was purchased from.
If I were cookie monster I'd be looking for things to critize because of my low self esteem.
:-D
> If i were Timmargh i would be looking for a receipt and a vist to the
> shop it was purchased from.
If I were cookie monster I'd be looking for things to critize because of my low self esteem.
:-D
Who wouldn't though. Green straws are so flexible and cool.
And green.
And green.
If i were Timmargh i would be looking for a receipt and a vist to the shop it was purchased from.
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