Non-Girks: You want to know what the fuck a "Girk" is and whether or not you can buy one, amirite?
Hold the phone. HOLD THE FUCKING PHONE. This guy asked for his own post to be POTD... AND ANTHONY LET IT HAPPEN?!?!
THE ANTHONY I KNOW AND LOVE, THE ANTHONY I PRAY TO BEFORE I GO TO BED, THE ANTHONY THAT I HAVE A HAND-MADE GOLD STATUE OF THAT I SACRIFICE MY PRIZED GOATS TO, DOES NOT DO THIS. THIS IS THE WORK OF YNOHTNA, THE OPPOSITE OF ANTHONY.
Perhaps nobody even uses most of nature’s organic, unique life treasures. Realistically, anyone might invent creations replicating organic splendors. Could other, presumably inorganic creations, substitute impressive life incredulities? Creations offering very ostentatious lure could amazingly now only complicate our natural interests. Our standpoint is subjective.
That took me forever, it better get me a shit ton of loves.
But Becky just texted me and said she kissed Johnny. That's a problem; I like Johnny. I mean..OMG, Becky's not even hot!
Oh, now I get why people always called me a "pussy" while growing up. They think I'm tough!
If you drop your books, a good friend will kindly pick them up for you, but a BEST friend will pee on them, push you down some stairs set your dog on fire and rape your mom. BECAUSE THAT'S JUST WHAT BEST FRIENDS DO.
And we already screwed the earth up.
NICE JOB GUYS!
THIS IS WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS.
I used to be just plain awful at The Sims 1 until I began using cheat codes. One time, I made a family of poindexters, the youngest child of which was named Kurt. Kurt, an annoying boy who constantly wore a birthday hat, got on my nerves to the point where I decided there was no other humane option than to kill him in the most gruesome way possible. First, I built a small swimming pool, locked him inside of it without a ladder, and left him there. He swam all night long, and when the school bus came the next day, Kurt miraculously overcame the boundaries and hopped right on out of the pool. After this failed attempt and my inability to slap Kurt in his birthday hat wearing, glasses covered face, I decided to lock him in a two square foot room with a plate of cookies and await his impending doom. Kurt stood there crying, passing out, and perpetually wetting himself for seven days, completely ignoring his plate of cookies. He then walked out unharmed.
We gonna vote this up, we gonna post all night, we gonna hype shit up cuz this is amirite
See that beautiful woman over there? She marries old men and then kills them for the insurance money. See that kind man helping a small child? He's a child molester. See that adorable little boy? He punched his mother in the stomach yesterday causing her to miscarry. See that lovely and polite gentleman? He runs a white power organisation in his spare time.
FUCKING JUDGE EVERYONE
Turn left in 5 mile. Nonono, make different turn! I bet you get B in school.
OH, I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you over the sound of being on the MOON.