http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NPGUIpv-JxI

This always makes me at least smile. Again if the DVS or max shadow owlite is still available.

ign: sillyblackninja

The DA. If not that, the AP. That's a good enough list I think. Good luck selling!

i'm sad to see you go, tehcow, even tho i never REALLY met you or had any interactions with you. BUt i saw you post on here numerous times, so we sort of share that "i'm-up-n-the-bazaar-brotherhood" thing.

Since i have decent gear, and decent funds ATM, i won't tell any jokes. Please pay attention to who posts. Please be a bit choosy on who you let participate. When you see names that are very active and you know have plenty of aweseom gear..choose to give out to those who may be less fortunate.

cheers

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Zelda
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Mario
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Toyota
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Srry to see u go Sk claim another good player due to greed wish u luck.

During her company's periodic password audit, a blond employee was found to be using this password:

GoofyHueyLouieDeweyDaisyDonaldMickeyMinniePhoenix

When she was asked why she had such a long password, she said, "The boss said that my password had to be at least eight characters long and have at least one capital."

Ign:Nobodylol
Want: Owlite with max shadow if thats taken then avenger, if THATS taken taht peace maker :P

how many letters are in the alphabet???

8 lol

if you havent already give the dread striker or thorn shield ill take it

We always knew there was something sinister about squirrels...
Neighborhood Hazard (or: Why the Cops Won't Patrol Brice Street Anymore)

I never dreamed slowly cruising on my motorcycle through a residential
neighborhood could be so incredibly dangerous! Little did I suspect... I
was on Brice Street, a very nice neighborhood with perfect lawns and
slow traffic. As I passed an oncoming car, a brown furry missile shot
out from under it and tumbled to a stop immediately in front of me. It
was a squirrel, and must have been trying to run across the road when it
encountered the car. I really was not going very fast, but there was no
time to brake or avoid it, it was that close. I hate to run over
animals, and I really hate it on a motorcycle, but a squirrel should
pose no danger to me. I barely had time to brace for the impact. Animal
lovers, never fear. Squirrels, I discovered, can
take care of themselves! Inches before impact, the squirrel flipped to
his feet. He was standing on his hind legs and facing my oncoming
Valkyrie with steadfast resolve in his little beady eyes. His mouth
opened, and at the last possible second, he screamed and leapt! I am
pretty sure the scream was squirrel for, "Bonzai!" or maybe, "Die you
gravy-sucking, heathen scum!" The leap was nothing short of
spectacular... as he shot straight up, flew over my windshield, and
impacted me squarely in the chest. Instantly, he set upon me. If I did
not know better, I would have sworn he brought 20 of his little buddies
along for the attack. Snarling, hissing, and tearing at my clothes, he
was a frenzy of activity. As I was dressed only in a light t-shirt,
summer riding gloves, and jeans this was a bit of a cause for concern.
This furry little tornado was doing some damage!

Picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in
jeans, a t-shirt, and leather gloves, puttering at maybe 25 mph down a
quiet residential street, and in the fight of his life with a squirrel.
And losing... I grabbed for him with my left hand. After a few misses, I
finally managed to snag his tail. With all my strength, I flung the evil
rodent off to the left of the bike, almost running into the right curb
as I recoiled from the throw. That should have done it. The matter
should have ended right there. It really should have. The squirrel could
have sailed into one of the pristinely kept yards and gone on about his
business, and I could have headed. home. No one would have been the
wiser. But this was no ordinary squirrel. This was not even an ordinary
pissed-off squirrel.

This was an EVIL MUTANT ATTACK SQUIRREL OF DEATH! Somehow he caught my
gloved finger with one of his little
hands and, with the force of the throw, swung around and with a
resounding thump and an amazing impact, he landed squarely on my back
and resumed his rather anti-social and extremely distracting activities.
He also managed to take my left glove with him! The situation was not
improved. Not improved at all. His attacks were continuing, and now I
could not reach him. I was startled to say the least. The combination of
the force of the throw, only having one hand (the throttle hand) on the
handlebars, and my jerking back unfortunately put a healthy twist
through my right hand and into the throttle. A healthy twist on the
throttle of a Valkyrie can only have one result. Torque. This is what

the Valkyrie is made for, and she is very, very good at it. The engine
roared and the front wheel left the pavement. The squirrel screamed in
anger The Valkyrie screamed in ecstasy. I screamed in . . .well ... I
just plain screamed. Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome
cruiser, dressed in jeans, a slightly squirrel-torn t-shirt, wearing
only one leather glove, and roaring at maybe 50 mph and rapidly
accelerating down a quiet residential street on one wheel and with a
demonic squirrel on his back. The man and the squirrel are both
screaming bloody murder. With the sudden acceleration I was forced to
put my other hand back on the handlebars and try to get control of the
bike. This was leaving the mutant squirrel to his own devices, hut I
really did not want to crash into somebody's tree,
house, or parked car. Also, I had not yet figured out how to release the
throttle ... my brain was just simply overloaded. I did manage to mash
the back brake, but it had little effect against the massive power of
the big cruiser. About this time the squirrel decided that I was not
paying sufficient attention to this very serious battle (maybe he is an
evil mutant NAZI attack squirrel of death), and he came around my neck
and got INSIDE my full-face helmet with me. the faceplate closed
partway, he began hissing in my face. I am quite sure my screaming
changed intensity. It had little effect on the squirrel, however. The
RPMs on The Dragon maxed
out (since I was not bothering with shifting at the moment) so her front
end started to drop.

Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in
jeans, a very raggedly torn t-shirt, wearing only one leather glove,
roaring at probably 80 mph, still on one wheel; with a large puffy
squirrel's tail sticking out of the mostly closed full-face helmet. By
now the screams are probably getting a little hoarse. Finally I got the
upper hand ... I managed to grab his tail again, pulled him out of my
helmet, and slung him to the left as hard as I could. This time it
worked - -. sort-of. Spectacularly sort-of . . so to speak.

Picture a new scene. You are a cop. You and your partner have pulled off
on a quiet residential Street and parked with your windows down to do
some paperwork. Suddenly a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser,
dressed in jeans, a torn t-shirt flapping in the breeze, and wearing
only one leather glove, moving at probably 80 mph on one wheel, and
screaming bloody murder roars by and with all his strength throws a live
squirrel grenade directly into your police car. I heard screams. They
weren't mine... I managed to get the big motorcycle under control and
dropped the front wheel to the ground. I then used maximum braking and
skidded to a stop in a cloud of tire smoke at the stop sign of a busy
cross street. I would have returned to fess up (and to get my glove
back). I really would have. Really. Except for two things.

First, the cops did not seem interested or the slightest bit concerned
about me at the moment. When I looked back, the doors on both sides of
the patrol car were flung wide open. The cop from the passenger side was
on his back, doing a crab walk into somebody's front yard, quickly
moving away from the car. The cop who had been in the driver's seat was
standing in the street and was aiming a riot shotgun at his own police
car. the cops were not interested in me. They often insist to "let the
professionals handle it" anyway. That was one thing. The other?

Well, I could clearly see shredded and flying pieces of foam and
upholstery from the back seat. But I could also swear I saw the squirrel
in the back window, shaking his little fist at me, shooting me the
finger . That is one dangerous squirrel. And now he has a patrol car. A
somewhat shredded patrol car ... but it was all his. I took a deep
breath, turned on my turn signal, made a gentle right turn off of Brice
Street, and sedately left the neighborhood. I decided it was best to
just buy myself a new pair of gloves. And........
buy me some Band Aids.

So there's a groom getting ready to get married in the backwoods of the south but on the day before the wedding the best man notices the groom looking really gloomy and asked him what was wrong. The groom replied "My wife to be...I just found out that she's a virgin...." The best man says "Whoa awesome, what's wrong with that?" to which the groom replies "Well... if her family won't have her, why should I?"

IGN: Clannad

Very High ctr Levi please >.<

Ok next winner is?

If I can if I don't win, I'd like to buy the supernova.

Haha.

hmm... I do have a "cheesy" one.

What do you call Cheese that isn't yours?

NaCHO cheeese!

There's always a lot of dead babies joke I like... but they do get repetitive sometimes. They're still in for a laugh.

http://dead-baby-joke.com/

IGN: OldSpice

Yo mama's so big that when she goes to depth 29 she blocks the core from sight.

Thank you tehc0w. i feel it only fair that i retro-actively give you a joke. A very cheesy won.

3 ropes are setting at a bar, drinking their adult rope beverages of choice. Minding htere own business and having a great time.
An angry pair of scissors barges into the bar. He saunters up to the firs peice of rope and asks (in an angry voice):
ARE YOU A ROPE!!
"uh...yeah..."

wack. The scissors cuts him in half. He walks to the second peice of rope.
ARE YOU A ROPE!!!
"well....errr...yes?"

Wack!!! The scissors cuts him in half.

now, the third peice of rope saw what was going on, so he quickly ties himself in the middle, and roughs up his hair real good.

ARE YOU A ROPE.
"nope, i'm a-frayed-knot." (afraid not...in case the homonym doesn't work as well over text.)

u said there waz tokens or something. gimme. if u do have tokens and i can get them and i win, get me the trinkets that cost 20 tokens. if those have to be unbinded too, plze buy me 5* mats. or u can get me weapons if u can. wait. those have to be unbinded. o well. nvm that. unless they dont need to be unbinded. if u dont have tokens or anything that will stop my stuff, then o well.

here my joke

there once was a perfect girl who lived in a mansion. she ate a perfect breakfast everyday and went to a perfect school. she nly made friends with other perfect kids. one day she was doing her perfect walk back from her school when she saw the most perfect little doggie on the other side of the sidewalk. she though "I must have that dog!" she ran across the street, got hit by a car, and died.

Wat is the moral of this story?

Look both ways before u cross the street.

here's another

one day, 3 men appeared in heaven. they approched god and he asked them how they died.

first man: I lived in an appartment on the 13th floor of the appartment place. one day, i came back from work and saw a pair of hands dangling from the balcony. i thought it might be a thief, so i kept kicking the hands until they let go and dropped. however, i didn't think he would be dead from the fall and threw my refridgerator down at him. then i realized how expensive my fridge was and jumped off the balcony too. the fall broke my spine.

2nd man: i lived in an apartment on the 14th florr of an apartment place. one day i was resting against the balcony when it broke and i fell. however, i managed to get a grip on the balcony of an apartment on the 13th floor. then, i felt someone kicking my hands. after a while, the pain was to much and i let go falling down. then a refridgerator fell after me. i got squished between the fridge and the asphlat 13 floors below.

3rd man: i once was a thief. i stopped being on after i almost went to jail. however, today i felt an iresistable urdge to steal something one last time. i climbed up the wall of the apartment place i lived in (i lived on the 12th floor) to the apartment directly above mine. however, once i got inside, i heard the door being opened, so i hid inside the fridge. however, after a while i felt myself falling through the air. i opened the fridge door and saw that i was falling down with the refridgerator onto the ground below and onto a guy. the fall broke my neck.

here u go!
i dunno if i can do two. if not, chose the one u think is the most funny.

btw, i apologze for the bad grammer.

IGN: Lordofnecromancers

So I didn't win? :(

4k CE ach?

So, me and a friend of mine were telling stories of how we first defeated Lord Vanaduke at his Throne Room when all of a sudden, some random guy just runs in front of me while I'm wearing my Valkyrie set, surprised and said "You did Vanaduke in that armor?". And I replied "Yea. He was really hard though." Next thing you know he pauses for awhile and says "..Hard for you"? I reply "Yes, he was hard for me, at least." He pauses again for a moment and says "He really must have been soft after what you did to him." I reply "Yea. I guess.."

IGN: Psiclaw

We have a fox terrier by the name of Jasper. He came to us in
the summer from the fox terrier rescue program. For
those of you, who are unfamiliar with this type of adoption,
imagine taking in a 10 year old child whom you know nothing
about and committing to doing your best to be a good parent.
Like a child, the dog came with his own idiosyncrasies. He will
only sleep on the bed, on top of the covers, nuzzled as close to
my face as he can get without actually performing a French kiss
on me. Lest you think this is a bad case of 'no discipline,' I
should tell you that Perry and I tried every means to break him
of this habit including locking him in a separate bedroom for
several nights. The new door cost over $200. But I digress.

Five weeks ago we began remodeling our house. Although the cost
of the project is downright obnoxious, it was 20 years overdue
AND it got me out of cooking Thanksgiving for family, extended
family, and a lot of friends that I like more than family most
of the time. I was assigned the task of preparing 124 of my
famous yeast dinner rolls for the two Thanksgiving feasts we did
attend.

I am still cursing the electrician for getting the new oven
hooked up so quickly. It was the only appliance in the whole
darn house that worked, thus the assignment. I made the
decision to cook the rolls on Wed evening to reheat Thurs am.
Since the kitchen was freshly painted, you can imagine the odor.
Not wanting the rolls to smell like Sherwin Williams latex paint
#586, I put the rolls on baking sheets and set them in the
living room to rise for 5 hours. After 3 hours, Perry and I
decided to go out to eat, returning in about an hour.. An hour
later the rolls were ready to go in the oven.

It was 8:30 PM. When I went to the living room to retrieve the
pans, much to my shock one whole pan of 12 rolls was empty. I
called out to Jasper and my worst nightmare became a reality.
He literally wobbled over to me. He looked like a combination
of the Pillsbury dough boy and the Michelin Tire man wrapped up
in fur. He groaned when he walked. I swear even his cheeks
were bloated.

I ran to the phone and called our vet. After a few seconds of
uproarious laughter, he told me the dog would probably be OK,
however, I needed to give him Pepto Bismol every 2 hours for the
rest of the night. God only knows why I thought a dog would
like Pepto Bismol any more than my kids did when they were sick.
Suffice it to say that by the time we went to bed the dog was
black, white and pink. He was so bloated we had to lift him
onto the bed for the night. Naively thinking the dog would be
all better by morning was very stupid on my part.

We arose at 7:30 and as we always do first thing; put the dog
out to relieve himself. Well, the darn dog was as drunk as a
sailor on his first leave. He was running into walls, falling
flat on his butt and most of the time when he was walking his
front half was going one direction and the other half was either
dragging the grass or headed 90 degrees in another direction.
He couldn't lift his leg to pee, so he would just walk and pee
at the same time. When he ran down the small incline in our
back yard he couldn't stop himself and nearly ended up running
into the fence. His pupils were dilated and he was as dizzy as
a loon. I endured another few seconds of laughter from the vet
(second call within 12 hours) before he explained that the yeast
had fermented in his belly and that he was indeed drunk. He
assured me that, not unlike most binges we humans go through, it
would wear off after about 4 or 5 hours and to keep giving him
Pepto Bismol.

Afraid to leave him by himself in the house, Perry and I loaded
him up and took him with us to my sister's house for the first
Thanksgiving meal of the day. My sister lives outside of
Muskogee on a ranch, (10 to 15 minute drive). Rolls firmly
secured in the trunk (124 less 12) and drunk dog leaning from
the back seat onto the console of the car between Perry and I,
we took off. Now I know you probably don't believe that dogs
burp, but believe me when I say that after eating a tray of
risen unbaked yeast rolls, DOGS WILL BURP. These burps were
pure Old Charter. They would have matched or beat any smell in
a drunk tank at the police station. But that's not the worst of
it. Now he was beginning to fart and they smelled like baked
rolls. God strike me dead if I am not telling the truth! We
endured this for the entire trip to Karen's, thankful she didn't
live any further away than she did.

Once Jasper was firmly placed in my sister's garage with the
door locked, we finally sat down to enjoy our first Thanksgiving
meal of the day. The dog was the topic of conversation all
morning long and everyone made trips to the garage to witness my
drunken dog, each returning with a tale of Jasper's latest
endeavor to walk without running into something. Of course, as
the old adage goes, "what goes in must come out" and Jasper was
no exception. Granted if it had been me that had eaten 12
risen, unbaked yeast rolls, you might as well have put a
concrete block up my behind, but alas a dog's digestive system
is quite different from yours or mine. I discovered this was a
mixed blessing when we prepared to leave Karen's house. Having
discovered his "packages" on the garage floor, we loaded him up
in the car so we could hose down the floor.

This was another naive decision on our part.. The blast of
water from the hose hit the poop on the floor and the poop on
the floor withstood the blast from the hose. It was like
Portland cement beginning to set up and cure. We finally tried
to remove it with a shovel. I (obviously no one else was going
to offer their services) had to get on my hands and knees with a
coarse brush to get the remnants off of the floor. And as if
this wasn't degrading enough, the darn dog in his drunken state
had walked through the poop and left paw prints all over the
garage floor that had to be brushed too.

Well, by this time the dog was sobering up nicely so we took him
home and dropped him off before we left for our second
Thanksgiving dinner at Perry's sister's house. I am happy to
report that as of today (Monday) the dog is back to normal both
in size and temperament. He has had a bath and is no longer
tricolor. None the worse for wear I presume. I am also happy
to report that just this evening I found 2 risen unbaked yeast
rolls hidden inside my closet door.

It appears he must have come to his senses after eating 10 of
them but decided hiding 2 of them for later would not be a bad
idea. Now, I'm doing research on the computer as to:

"How to clean unbaked dough from the Carpet."

And how was your day?

Mememememe IGN bigfootm

Mail it please and good luck in your later life. Thank you!

darn :<

I was too pokey~ IGN: adalyn :X

LOl. not actually sure if that was directed at me but STILL i think my joke was funny : D

well i found it online but still!

Why did the Hipster burn his hand while changing a light bulb?

Because he did it before it was cool.

Awwww poop, I was too late, still great idea! :3