Sonuc the hodgepodge IN: SOTFY
12 years ago
Sonuc the hodgepodge IN: Somewhere Over The Fuck You
"Hey my brother." Buckles fumbled.
"I just rollered my blades over to see if you want to watch Pop-up Video in 14 seconds, cause it will be on and its all-new dude!"
Sonuc's filthy mind was elsewhere but Buckles words made it through his rigorous firewalls somehow and he had actually heard him speaking.
Sonuc clicked his tongue repeatedly. Overwhelmed by rage he rolled his head back and screamed, peircing the dead silence of the entire municipality.
Buckles chirped, "Yikes!", as he grabbed a handful of warheads from the counter and Sonuc chased him at a good pace, 6 miles into the forest.
Anger had conquered the great blue and he started to ponder the way in which he would finally put his out-of-date, JnCo wearing, Buckles brother to rest. He considered it a few hours and it was time to tie the noose.
It would be decided via mortal arm-wrestling in the center of a 5 dimensional tesseract hypercube. No escape.
Buckles awoke in the multicore of the mirror-walled cubex.
The only rational objects available to him were his stone-faced blue brother and a table and chair.
"This is it." Sonche assailed.
"We will wrestle our arms and the loser becomes a fateless node in grid hell."
Buckles, without hesitation, did a stunning gold-medalist backflip from the expansive X axis to the kaleidoscopic Z. Landing, his radical shades flew off.
"Best 2 out of 3?" He bombarded.
Sonye seethed "No", and he slammed his elbow down to the table ready to take him on.
Buckless gripped his brothers hand and Soncu was about to start flexing but just then, Buckles smoked a shit-load of cigarettes!
Completely detained by nicotine, he was immovable.
Sonuc was wrecked forcelessly.
And what was this smearing of the ancient crease!?
Snon knew these tips and tricks were nearly 20 years old. He had lost and was ashame.
The gridglob enumerated and burst and the sound of ocean waves and birds and that type of shit could be heard.
Buckles popped his collars, walked away and never looked back.
But then he did look back and he grabbed his shades and he said
"So the real secret is this: Muk is my favorite pokemon. Not Kingler. Hes just a frontman for the real shit. And now you know my darkest secret." as he turned to walk away.
Sonuc binged rings for weeks and gained 40 pounds.
"Hey my brother." Buckles fumbled.
"I just rollered my blades over to see if you want to watch Pop-up Video in 14 seconds, cause it will be on and its all-new dude!"
Sonuc's filthy mind was elsewhere but Buckles words made it through his rigorous firewalls somehow and he had actually heard him speaking.
Sonuc clicked his tongue repeatedly. Overwhelmed by rage he rolled his head back and screamed, peircing the dead silence of the entire municipality.
Buckles chirped, "Yikes!", as he grabbed a handful of warheads from the counter and Sonuc chased him at a good pace, 6 miles into the forest.
Anger had conquered the great blue and he started to ponder the way in which he would finally put his out-of-date, JnCo wearing, Buckles brother to rest. He considered it a few hours and it was time to tie the noose.
It would be decided via mortal arm-wrestling in the center of a 5 dimensional tesseract hypercube. No escape.
Buckles awoke in the multicore of the mirror-walled cubex.
The only rational objects available to him were his stone-faced blue brother and a table and chair.
"This is it." Sonche assailed.
"We will wrestle our arms and the loser becomes a fateless node in grid hell."
Buckles, without hesitation, did a stunning gold-medalist backflip from the expansive X axis to the kaleidoscopic Z. Landing, his radical shades flew off.
"Best 2 out of 3?" He bombarded.
Sonye seethed "No", and he slammed his elbow down to the table ready to take him on.
Buckless gripped his brothers hand and Soncu was about to start flexing but just then, Buckles smoked a shit-load of cigarettes!
Completely detained by nicotine, he was immovable.
Sonuc was wrecked forcelessly.
And what was this smearing of the ancient crease!?
Snon knew these tips and tricks were nearly 20 years old. He had lost and was ashame.
The gridglob enumerated and burst and the sound of ocean waves and birds and that type of shit could be heard.
Buckles popped his collars, walked away and never looked back.
But then he did look back and he grabbed his shades and he said
"So the real secret is this: Muk is my favorite pokemon. Not Kingler. Hes just a frontman for the real shit. And now you know my darkest secret." as he turned to walk away.
Sonuc binged rings for weeks and gained 40 pounds.
KateWalker

~takewalker
oh my god more sonuc hooray
PurpleKecleon
~purplekecleon
i love sonche
cruxe
~cruxe
I HAVE DIED EVERY DAY WAITING FOR YOU
OssiferRex
~ossiferrex
Non-euclidean non-abelian Death Chamber from front to back all I see are vertices I sure am glad I don't call this home [ALERT: HUNNID-P SCALAR INVERSION IN PROGRESS [Do not write bytes or long words to addresses 000038BF to 000FFCDF]]
Oly
~oly
sion c ism y heroe
omfgwtfitscrimlololol
~omfgwtfitscrimlololol
podgert you rat speak to me
expandranon
~expandranon
Best thing on the internet.
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