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"Just think, Bill. This time tomorrow it will be ours. Years of patience, hard work and determination ultimately coming to fruition. Truly, a man can feel no greater a felling."
"Hells yeah, you know ol' Bubba loves it when a plan comes together. Now grab a glass, let's get stinko."
At 5/16/11 08:28 PM, TheJamoke wrote: "Brown Sugar to baker's men. Come in, Baker's Men."
"Baker's Men, here. Go 'head, Mr. President."
"We have the code. Repeat: subject has given up the pass code. Stand by to crack the honeypot."
"Code confirmed, Brown Sugar. Standing by."
OH MY GOD ITS MATT DAMON!!!
How deep does this go?!?!?
At 5/17/11 02:41 AM, Wolfos wrote: Let me point these out:
Just throwin' that out there...
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At 5/17/11 10:37 AM, golfinho wrote: osama Porno Movie the flash
Everytime I check this thread, more and more success is injected with each post. You just overloaded it.
Somewhere in the outskirts of Tharparkar...
"Nice try, Willie, but you just had 14 scotch and sodas in 3 hours. You're too hammered."
"Aw c'mon, B-Rock, why you gotta hate on a nig?"
"On a scale of one to ten, how drunk are you?"
"Seriously.............. like 6."
"Bullshit. I got wheel."
Damn Jamoke, thanks for sharing these photos.
You win +1 cool points.
[22:09:28] CASH MANN: fuck you dale
100 miles and 37 minutes later...
~Bubble hard in the double R flashin' the rings~
~With the window cracked, holler back~
~Money ain't a thing~
~Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam clean~
~And to hell with the price~
~'cause money ain't a thing~
"Hey B you wanna hit of this kush? *COUGH*SNORT* Pinched some off a Dubya back at the titty bar."
"Puff puff pass, negro."
At 5/17/11 05:42 PM, TheFinalDragonsGroup wrote:At 5/17/11 02:41 AM, Wolfos wrote: Let me point these out:Sig threads aren't allowed.
HA, that's a classic one right there.
20 minutes later...
"I know what you're thinking. Absolutely not."
"Kiss my grits, B-Rock. We are going."
"Honestly, can't you simply wait until aft... where on earth did you get that gun?!"
"Not important." *cocks slide* "Just drive."
"Bill, seriously, stop pointing that thing at me."
"Can't do that, ol' buddy. Now put some wings on it."
At 5/17/11 11:41 PM, TheJamoke wrote:100 miles and 37 minutes later...
This is the best easter egg yet!
MrPercie on Dromedary: "smug santa claus face, bringing nicieties to those he likes but shite to those he hates - which is everyone"
Sig by this dude
Half-hour of awkward silence and chewing later...
"When are you gonna pick the last few grains of sand out of your vagina? The safety was on the whole time, scout's honor."
"Damn it, Bill, that is not the point."
"Awwww c'mon broheim. Just a little Big Mac attack, you know how it is. I still say it was funny as crap."
Ah, Jamoke. You put everyone else's Photoshop ablilities to shame.
And we all love you for that.
Even as I walk through the shadow of the Valley of Death, I shall fear no Evil. Semper Fidelis
At 5/17/11 12:26 AM, WadeFulp wrote: This topic rules.
You know a topic is legit when Wade says so. I fucking love this topic.
I need a sig.
"Hey Barack, tell me again exactly why couldn't we find this dickweed?"
"He paid all his bills under a false identity."
"What name did he use?"
"Hey you think they have an Orange Julius here in the Matrix? There's slaves picking the cotton in my mouth."
"Bill, when we get back, you need to remember two words: Shirt. Laundry."
"Huh? What you talkin' 'bout, Willis?"
"Welcome, Mr. Presidents. The vault is secure and has been under continuous armed surveillance by identical twin eunuchs as per your orders. Absolutely no one inside."
[Obama] "Very good, Agent Sour. You men are dismissed."
"Sirs, the room is yours."
"Coast is clear, B."
"At long last. After all the hardships our nation has suffered. The atrocities of war. The lies, mistrust and deceit. So many lives needlessly lost, almost too many to count. And now, merely feet away, only a few inches of steel separate it from us. It's over. It's finally over.
William, ol' pal....... enter the code."
"Ten-four. I'm on it like stink on a Greek, lil' buddy."