61 Forum Posts by "Red-Magic"
At 3/8/10 07:37 AM, Wesleyiam wrote: You're such a tool.
Noone cares about your 14 year old weed story. Honestly.
Double posting to let you know that you're quite possibly the most ignorant person I have come across on these forums. Not only did you quote the wrong person, but you managed to get my age wrong. Add that to the fact that you obviously didn't read the factual story because if you did, you'd know that there was also a bit of abuse towards women in there, and BAM.
We've found our tool. Wesleyiam, grats.
At 3/8/10 07:35 AM, HecticCircleCrap wrote: Wow, this guy is straight from the pages of Encyclopedia Dramatica, minus the "shock images and porn".
Or I think for myself, and the words 'douchebag' and 'faggot' are the first two words that pop into my head when I'm insulting someone. It could be that, you know. Just a possibility.
On the other hand it could be that the words 'douchebag' and 'faggot' describe 90% of the people that frequent the BBS and you, my friend, fall under that 90%.
You used the word 'porn', by the way, so I'm taking it that your straight from the pages of ED, too?
At 3/8/10 07:20 AM, KalebKore wrote: How is referencing a website trying to become it?
Also do forgive me, I was referring to OP. I realized that you were not OP, and decided to apologize.
United King > United States of America
And, if you want proof, I can provide it. Just ask.
At 3/8/10 07:26 AM, krazykangaroo wrote: hahahahaaha wooow- it was a glorious story til the last paragraph, i called bullshit whenyou smoked an ounce with ur mates, suuch a waste.
Every single detail in that story was true, minus the part where I fuck her shit up. An ounce is only a big amount of weed if your,
A) New to smoking weed.
B) A douchebag.
C) A faggot.
Have a good day, sir.
Feed me more of your lies, as they are quenching my hunger for faggotry.
At 3/8/10 07:22 AM, KalebKore wrote: Also, I do hope you see what I didz thar.
And yes, I do c wut u did thar.
At 3/8/10 07:20 AM, KalebKore wrote: lolwut?
I love how you're trying to troll me for a /b/ reference.
How is referencing a website trying to become it?
Just, stop trying to become /b/.
I love how you're trying to become /b/.
Don't. Just die. Die, or GTFO my Newgrounds.
I do hope that you c wut i did thar.
At 3/8/10 07:10 AM, NoxDexus wrote: I read single every word.
Don't post unless you have, you space consuming dick rider.
The story I'm about to grace you all with begins two weeks ago, on the 26th of February 2010. It's a story of triumph, and of glory, so you need to pay attention to all of the vital details. In before anyone bitches about a wall of text, tells me there's a story forum, tells me that I should use my user page journal shit or locks the thread because they're a Nazi mod.
So a new girl just moved into my year. She came at the beginning of the year, so exactly seven weeks ago from today. At first, I didn't pay her much attention. Cake faced, lip pierced, dyke hair style (short and blonde, don't even try and pretend you don't know what I'm talking about), and so on. I pretty much just disregarded her as a lesbian, an albeit hot lesbian, and moved on with my life. She seemed like the innocent type, however I swear there was something wrong with her eyes that first day I actually payed attention to her.
And this leads us to the 26th. I was minding my own business in English, regaling a friend with my epic weekend story on how I got so high I ended up sitting in front of the service station up the road from my house, singing, while a few friends stole cans of coke to satiate our desire for moist mouthedness, when she decided to chime in. What she said took me completely by surprise.
"I smoke weed, too." Now at first, I don't know what the fuck to do. Do I smile and hope that she stops looking at me, do I ignore her completely and carry on with my tale of fucking awesomeness, or do I address the situation completely. I went for option C. Addressing that situation as fast as a freaky situation addressing Priest, I asked her when she started, what her number was and if she was down for a chop on the weekend, which would have been the next day, Saturday. She'd been smoking since Christmas, so a considerable less amount of time than I, and when I told her this she went a bit bright faced, seemingly thinking that I was out to upstage her. Not wanting to give the wrong impression or anything, I told her that there was a chance she could've outpulled a friend who was going to be joining us, and that lightened her mood. In the end, I got her number and found out she lived five minutes away from my house. After school, I called my friend, who came to my house with $100 dollars. We bought an ounce of weed right there, and he stayed at my house. That night we had a joint and played Modern Warfare 2 online. Shit was amazing.
Saturday rolls by and I call this girl, called Emily, and tell her to meet us at my house. I then call another friend, Callum, and tell that fucker to get his sexy ginger ass to my hizzouse immediately, before beatings ensued. Emily and Callum arrived ten minutes after I called, and as I woke Marc, the friend who stayed at my house, Emily found the weed. She played with it, rolling the bag around in her hands, before smelling it. Bitch nearly passed out. Anyway, after grabbing the $20 note which my parents had left for me on the table, all four of us exited my house and embarked upon the greatest journey known too mankind, up my street, up a very steep hill, to the left a little bit and then down another hill to a big, unfinished construction site. This is where me and my friend usually pull bongs, it's nice, well lit, the house being built isn't finished and it's been that way for about two years so it's very well aired and spacey. We found our bong and Marc got to work, chopping up, while I sat down with Emily and Callum and we all began telling each other our funny stoner experiences. Emily had one experience to tell, which Callum nearly cried with laughter at. I simply shrugged. I was going to outclass that bitch today, so I had to play it cool until we were all whacked.
After a good hour, Marc had finished chopping up and we whipped out Ol' Gloria, our glass bong. This motherfucker is purple, and has the stem of a Unicorn, so it's quite a vicious mother bitch, one you wouldn't fuck with by choice. We had an ounce, so that's what, something like twenty cones each if we wanted to smoke it all? I only wanted to outpull Emily by one, so when she stopped I only needed to pull another one to finish my goal and then I'd be a champion. This was by far the worst thing I could've aimed for. Within twenty minutes, I'd had ten cones, Emily had ten, Marc was on his ninth, and Callum was tripping out after five. Marc doubled up after his ninth and then backed out, finishing on eleven. So that's five for Harry, eleven for Marc and ten for me and Emily. It wasn't over there, though. She doubled up, taking her tally to twelve, and then looking at me as if to say, "your move, fag." I didn't want to disappoint so I tripled up, getting +1 over her and looking like a true hero. In my head, I heard voices telling me that I was two under my limit and to stop if she decides to go over fifteen cones. Emily got down to business, packing a monster of a cone and smoking the bad boy down in three pulls. Desperate to prove my dominance, my fourteenth cone was the size of Mount Everest, and I smoked that bitch down in a single effort. Blowing smoke rings towards her as I exhaled the smoke was probably one of my most triumphant moments in life, to this date. It was mesmerizing. By now, faces were changing, walls were moving and colours seemed like they weren't exactly there. Surprisingly enough I could still see straight, straight enough to see Emily was packing her fourteenth. Leaning back against the wall, I continued to watch as her forehead sprouted a horn, and the bong was raised to her mouth.
It's moment of truth time. Marc and Callum are spacing out somewhere in the construction site, but I'm not paying attention to them. I carefully was as Emily lowers to bong to the floor after her fifteenth cone. We're equal, now, and I ask her if she wants anymore. She shakes her head. I'm smiling. But on the inside, I am not yet satisfied. With a heavy sigh, I picked up the bong and packed quite possibly the biggest cone I've ever smoked. With the weight of five elephants contained in the cone piece of Ol' Gloria, I raised the glass masterpiece to my lips and set the weed alight, feeling a wave of calm set over my body as I pull my sixteenth cone.
Yet I'm still not satisfied. Plunging deeper into the dark caverns of my mind, I realize now what I must do. As Emily and I stand up, I rush towards her with the speed of a thousands ninjas and scream the words "FALCON PUNCH!" as I drive my fist through her mouth, knocking out all of her teeth. Marc, seeing what is going on, runs towards us and hits her with the flying headbutt, fracturing her skull, and Callum, still tripping the FUCK out, throws a cinderblock from out of no where, landing it on her stomach and forcing her to cough up a mixture of blood, stomach acid and fractured bone. Finding some string on the ground, I pushed it forcefully threw her scattered teeth until I had made a necklace, donning it around my neck to prove my superiority. I motion for Marc and Callum to step back as I made my final move; with my bare hand I hack at her neck, severing her head and then ripping off her face. Finding a tap to wash the insides, I puff it out and wear it as a hat.
I then went to the service station and bought a pie for Marc, Callum and myself. I also bought a can of coke.
it was the best coke ever.
Fuck 'The Hurt Locker'. Fuck 'Saving Private Ryan'. And fuck that movie on Gallipoli. War, in general, should remain war, and not be documented to make a fuckload of movies that no one really gives a fuck about anyway.
Oh and would you look at that. Gallipoli, WW1. Saving Private Ryan, set during the invasion in Normandy in WWII. And now The Hurt Locker, set during the Iraq War. No. Fuck off. No one wants to see your shitty movies. You weren't there. You don't know what happened. Shut. The fuck. Up.
Also Pearl Harbour. It's shit. I swear American's over emphasize things to make it seem like they are/were the shit.
I have a few.
I actually have a lot.
Why did you tell her best friend you just wanted to fuck her then fuck her off when really you wanted and nearly had a serious relationship? Also get better at chatting bitches up over MSN. Actually don't do it on MSN. Also stop getting stoned.
Then I have try harder at school, you fucking retard. Your parents are about to denounce you as their son, go and make them proud next year. Don't drop out and be a "plumber" or an "electrician". Fag.
At 12/15/09 08:08 PM, rubber-dum-dum wrote: And yes later I did tap that. My friend was cool about it though (he is the most mellow man I know, probably its the whole "I take pain pills for fun" thing) and yes my friend was also a participant when I "tapped" that.
This never happened.
god damn she was a whore, a hot whore though....
Not a huge fan of any, but E.
Do eet.
At 12/16/09 12:41 AM, chrisRkool wrote: At 12/16/09 12:36 AM, Red-Magic wrote: And you're 3.92 GPA means nothing in Australia you cunt.
dude, I live in America. a 3.92 here is good. I dont know the whole Australian system, but what i do know is that u said u were going 2 be a plumber, so have fun cleaning kangaroo shit down south.
Well, plumber/electrician. One of the two. I dislike school.
And I really don't see how you can have a 3.92 GPA. At least you didn't try to outsmart me on the Tiger Woods thing because you know there's nothing to say.
RM 1 Fag 0
Eh. I was in a relationship that was going good a few months ago. Then I cheated on her and had sex with someone at some party my friend had and she ended up finding out, breaking up with me and moving to Sydney.
Ever since then I've been without a girlfriend and, more unbearably without pussy. I need to hit me up some of that shit again. But alas, I can never be fucked to make a move, probably due to the fact that I am constantly stoned.
Woo.
At 12/16/09 12:33 AM, chrisRkool wrote: He just lost 100 million dollars in endorsments from companies like gatorade and gillette. nikes goin 2 drop him 2, his wife is about 2 leave him, and I have a 3.92 gpa u retarded fuck.
At least he had one hundred million dollars in endorsements to lose. Did you? No. And fuck Gatorade and Gillette what the fuck there are better companies out there to get endorsements from. Like Nike.
Speaking of Nike, hold the phone. Guarantee they won't drop him, and his wife won't leave him. And you're 3.92 GPA means nothing in Australia you cunt.
He has lots of money, he is famous and has a decent wife.
How is he a dumbass? You're a dumbass, you're on Newgrounds, probably getting shitty grades in school and will grow up to be a plumber.
I'm going to be a plumber :(
A black guy became the president of the USA.
HAHAHAHAHA. -_-
I have hazel eyes that look like shit.
:/
I have been single for about a year now.
It hurts. I desperately want and need a relationship.
A Newgrounds movie would be filled with cocks. Real cocks. I'm not kidding.
But if all the BBS users (the BBS users who post regularly, that is) are involved, sign me up.
I know this is theoretical and is never going to happen.
New South Wales, near Sydney.
Wasn't too hot today, but I was working for a large portion of the afternoon so I was sweating like a motherfucker.
In all honesty?
Go out, buy some weed and smoke up in my room.
Then I'd grief, etc.
I might not even have any music at my funeral. What's the point? I'll be dead, and it won't be kickass.
Unless I get lowered from the ceiling in a giant uterus with the song "Circus" by Britney Spears playing all around the funeral home.
I'm white and English.
I am a slave to NO ONE.
You should box until you are dead.
Legalize weed, and for my parents to let me smoke weed and cigarettes in the house.
That's my idea of a perfect world. Also lower the smoking/drinking/driving age to fourteen.
