Flywalker37 joined on Jul 31st, 2011, since that has made 547 posts that are still accessible today, 20 of which are threads. Helping shape the community, Flywalker37 has given 853 upvotes, and was last online on Apr 5th, 2014.
@PigBoss when the hell... well we broke up so it's whatever.
Interesting, thank you for keeping tabs on things while I was gone.
This was quite the useful idea indeed.
This was so funny, I lul'd
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Anyways, I'm back guys.
I'd like to recommend Warframe, an online CO-OP shooter that I've been playing for the last couple weeks. It's quite fun, in my opinion, although I don't see DC approving of anything I may have to say, regardless of how long I've been gone. Nonetheless, you guys can go ahead and try it if you want. It's still in beta, keys are being given out by IGN and the like, so go get yours now. If you want.
I get bored. Come here. Find motivation to do something after leaving.
Cuteness, hourglass figure, nice, sometimes a little shy, thoughtful... A cute voice is like squee
"What... is this... why. It's a triangle. Geometry is an instrument because fuck logic." - Me 7 years ago
"Meh" - Me now
Thank you for this useful post. I plan to study overseas for my undergrad.
(FOR FUTURE REFERENCE, THESE AREN'T DUPES. THE GUYS JUST COULDN'T STAY AWAKE TILL 4AM IN THE MORNING WHEN I FINALLY FELT LIKE DOING SHIT. PUSSIES.)
Greetings lil' creations. I, n' mah fellow godz of ASS have come upon dis gracious iteration ta gift you all wit tha rap of yo' creation. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. It be a rather ROBUST tale, like fuckin mah dirty ass yo, but I believe tha majoritizzle of yo big-ass booty is ghon be able ta appreciate its splendor. Please yo. Have a listen.
A long long time ago.... Or not so long muthafuckin. In fact, dis is takin place parallel ta yo' timeline az of muthafuckin right now, nahmeean, biatch? From mah perspectizzle it was a long-ass time ago yo, but from your’s tha rap I be bout ta rap is most likely goin down at dis straight-up moment yo. How tha fuck is dis possible, biatch? Yo ass have much ta learn yo, but do not fret. Our thugged-out asses have much time ta further elaborate on tha universe dat was, is, n' continues ta be pimped all up in various points up in time n' space along wit tha various other universe dat came ta be from tha Great Fart. Da one whoz ass had started dis is holla'd ta be tha daddy of tha multiverse itself. Though, I’m gettin ahead of mah dirty ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sit down n' listen while I rap tha ascension of.....
Da Rump of Grandiose
It was long ago, well not straight-up yo, but you know what tha fuck I mean. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Long ago there was a lil' pimp fo' realz. A child. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Ignorizzle his fuckin lil' disposition. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Envy his curse. Destiny his crazy-ass moirail. But fuck dat shizzle yo, tha word on tha street is dat dis lil pimp would have ta overcome various turbulences up in his thugged-out adventure before he can eva hope ta attain his fuckin lil' destiny as Da Rump of Grandiose. They will happen every last muthafuckin so often. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. If possible, Before his wild lil' fuckin expansion, wit tha help of tha Buttock of Expansion, tha pimp had been burdened wit a rump like no other fo' realz. A rump lackin up in every last muthafuckin aspect dat done cooked up up any rump before n' afta his birth fo' realz. A thuglife of miserabilitizzle plagued his muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Seats could never feel comfortable yo. Dude did not have cushion when he fell down. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Some straight-up sick stuff. It was fucked up as shizzle ta be honest. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Skanky lil biiiatch didn’t gots a cold-ass lil chizzle.
Oh my. I seem ta have gone a tad gangsta. Forgive mah outburst. They will happen every last muthafuckin so often. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Please bear wit mah crazy ass yah punk ass lil biiiatch.
Movin along now, nahmeean, biatch? Only a rump as void as his could depart on tha journey of expansion n' growth. To ascend one must descend. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da boys misfortune was up in itself fortunate as his fuckin lack of plump up in tha rump would allow his ass ta ascend ta tiers never before seen. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. But fuck dat shizzle yo, tha word on tha street is dat he would not travel dis road of ascension alone. Fuck dat shit, when tha time came, tha Rump of Grandiose would be joined by two other individuals. Da three would ascend ta pimped outnizz completin tha triumvirate dat would lead tha multiverse up in its pimpment. Do you know what tha fuck tha multiverse is, biatch? I suppose you understand tha literal definition. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. That’s phat. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! It’s exactly what tha fuck it is fo' realz. A knowledgeable crew yo ass is. Then tell me, have you heard of tha Great Fart, biatch? Yo ass have, biatch? Don’t lie ta mah crazy ass you fuckass lil dizzle stain. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I know damn well dat you don’t have any fuckin clue bout what tha fuck tha Great Fart is and its origins so shut tha fuck up, sit yo' ass down, n' listen.
Da Great Fart. Da beginnin of everythang. Well, from our perspectizzle it was tha beginnin of everythang. To our heroes, dis was they end game goal fo' realz. An accolade of sorts. Da pimped out fart was not any form of ridiculous gastral movement dat is normally perceived by yo' universe. Oh no. Da Great Fart is simply tha ironic title dat tha Rump of Grandiose chose ta name tha pimped out awakenin n' amalgam of his ass n' his companions. It be not tha straight-up legit title of dis overwhelmin phenomenon.
Apart, tha three creators held abilitizzles dat was unrivaled by every last muthafuckin sentient bein up in tha multiverse except fo' three creaturez of they own design. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Their name; tha Triplex Raven Cock. Their naturally gifted abilitizzles was on par wit tha thugz of tha Trio d’Ass. But fuck dat shizzle yo, tha word on tha street is dat if tha Trio d’Ass was ta eva come together, tha juice dat would exude from they plush rumps would be so tremendous dat none would be able ta escape tha expansion. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. This has only eva happened on one occasion.