Plans for the future

[ChubbyTeletubby]

I knew I was gonna like you, playa.
Nine eight eight or
Whatever
You may be named

Cause I ain't no playa hata
I'm afraid I
Have no fame
Untamed I maintain a soild mainframe my brain is not quite as insane as may be inferred by my inane verbal turds I am straining like a man with no cranium or an absurd nerd with no courage like you lurid pervs!!!!

Ves called me a fake bad ass. I bet I could fucking take any of you little fucking castouts!!!

When it comes to I-S......

I am the badass!!!!!!!!!! *CURLS UP IN FETAL POSITION AND CRIES HIMSELF TO SLEEP*

I'm a tough boy, god dammit!!!!!!!!!!

[ChubbyTeletubby]

Oh, and I bet I can jump higher than you guys!!!!

And like....I can drink whiskey better!!!!!!!!!

So FUCK you!!!

I'm a....internet forum whiskey drinkin tough guy. So fuck you.

Oh, and for those who don't know - the Source has a white owner!!!!

Huh?

You heard me!!!!! This is the raw, unfiltered feed you fornicators and blasphemers.

Oh.....see here, Ves. Don't you ever question my authority in front of the others. I'm trying to maintain an image here you sassy little slavic slanderer.

Now where my whiskey???? Its five thirty in the morning god dammit!!!!

I'm a raw boy!!!!!!!!!!! And a sexy boy!!!!!!!!!

*goes into convultions*

[ChubbyTeletubby]

Look at me!!! Posting three times in a row!!!!!! Cause I'm a REAL whiskey boy!!!!!!!!!!

By the end of May I'm gonna be a total injun too. Fire water drinkin american boy injun teletubby corprinian primate from the dinosaur days!!!

So there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Threadkiller]

Look at me!!!

Fire water drinkin american boy injun teletubby corprinian primate from the dinosaur days!!!

[ChubbyTeletubby]

Cute, threadkiller.
You live in youngstown. I live in Louisville. I got Saturday off. Let's meet halfway you fuckin fat perverted drunk piece of shit. Think I'm jokin? Try me, buddy.

I'm a tongue in cheek guy. I'm not Hitlers master plan. But at least when I get drunk I don't post kiddie porn links.

I'm hardly a tough guy. But ill put the fear of god into you.


You fuckin perv with no nerve.

[donteatpoop]

Wait, no; I'm from Youngstown. He's from who knows where.

[Vesnic]

I looked up the word "future" and this is the thread I got so this is where I'm sharing the vision of my future.

[End Master]

This is the second reference you've made to unholy spawn within a relatively short period. Also you said you threw up.

Are you about to give birth to a litter or something?

[dreamshell]

I looked up the word "future" and this is the thread I got so this is where I'm sharing the vision of my future.

One of the kids in that drawing is not even human. It looks like some sort of bipedal fox or a slinky, methed-out Garfield. And I think another has the sluglike lower body of Jabba the Hutt. And there's a ballerina, and also maybe the Great Gazoo or a baby Honker muppet?

That mountainous woman has some strange bedfellows. =\

[Locke]

I think the significance of all that pales by comparison with what's going on in the photo. That immense woman-thing - presumably Ves - if you look closely at her right arm, there are little speed marks that indicate she's just swatted the shopping cart. Given that the landwhale has enough mass to crack concrete just by standing there, that's one hell of an impact. It's knocked a shoe off the muppet in the front seat and broken whatever he has instead of a foot.

Look at the betrayed expressions on the faces of the two forward-facing... I hesitate to call them children, but I don't know a better word for what they are. What exactly is to the left of the photo? A steep hill, leading down to the river? A busy street? I don't know, but look how the jaundiced boy on the left has braced himself in a last-ditch effort to stop it. The cart will just roll over him and keep on going (or it would if it had anything resembling wheels instead of - again, I find myself at a loss for words. Let's just call them protrusions).

This seems to be a picture of Ves trying to murder a woefully afflicted set of children for unknown reasons, presumably because she lacks a soul along with any kind of empathy or regard for life. I understand the fox. He gets what's going on, and he's resigned himself. Everything else in this picture is terribly, terribly wrong.

[dreamshell]

You one-up me again, sir. Quite marvelously so. *applause*

I suspect the jaundiced boy to be a young Bert. The cart of malformed child-things might barrel over him, but he manages to survive, while #1 MOM plods indifferently away towards the nearest fast food joint... and devours it. He grows up a bitter, emotionally scarred young man, angry at the world for all the wrongs done against him, most especially the loss of his beloved twin sister, Beatrice (the jaundiced girl in photo he seems to be desperately trying to save). That is, at least, until he finds himself turning a corner onto a place called Sesame Street and meets a happy-go-lucky orange fellow with an affinity for rubber duckies...

[End Master]

The ballerina, the furfag and the alien kid are going to either go flying as soon as the cart flips or fall through the large spaces through the bars as the cart gains momentum. They don't look very strong so I don't see them holding on successfully either.

The black kid with the afro is probably even more fucked since there aren't even any bars on either side of him to hang on to. Even if he manages to keep from falling out, again, if the cart flips he's probably going to break his neck.

The asian twins are equally doomed. Yellow sister is pretty much in the same position as the others in the cart. Her leg seems to be falling through the cart bars. Perhaps in some desperate attempt to stop the cart with her foot. It won't help of course, even if her leg was long enough she'd only succeed in breaking it.

There's no way yellow brother is getting out of the way in time or even going to be able to stop the cart. As Locke mentioned Ves obviously has an incredibly strong force behind her massive arms.

He's going to get run over and most likely crushed due to all the weight that's already in the cart from the various kids. At best he MIGHT be able to withstand the initial impact of that cart and hang on to the front ala Wez from Road Warrior.

But much like that hardcore gay leatherboy psycho biker with a red mohawk, he's most likely going to get crushed as soon as the cart flips or smacks into something.

I suppose he'll at least get to say goodbye to his sister and they can embrace lips one last time.

Which bring us to the kid that has the most chance for survival, the Hutt kid. With the way she's eating, she doesn't even give a shit what's going on, she's just going to enjoy her food. (Like mother like daughter I suppose)

She's big enough that she's not going fall through the bars of the cart and she's heavy enough that she's not going to go flying out of the cart. Even if the cart flips over she's in a position to hang on to the bars of cart so as not to fall out, she looks a lot stronger than her siblings so I see her pulling it off.

[CHOWHALL]

I suppose I could give some semen to you in a jar, just in case I get killed, you would have a ton of little Anglo-Saxons running about, but I suppose that is okay, because I am Very good at making children that is what happened to China.

[Vulpes]

What does the survival of humanity mean to me, anyway? When I'm dead, I'm dead. It doesn't matter how many little squirts with half of my DNA are running around. It makes me laugh when I see an Atheist author writing about how they "acknowledge the finality of death but will live on by passing their genes on to the next generation". What's the point of "living on", if you can't even appreciate it? There is none. Of course, I live in a red state, so chances are that the selection of Atheist literature available to me isn't a fair representation of Atheist authors. The religious, however, are often worse, because they usually believe there is something after this life, yet they still make a big, whooping deal about being remembered. Of course, I'm fairly young, so for all I know, I might hit a point where I start worrying about these things. Regardless, though, I don't get why people can't just stop worrying about legacies and passing on their genes and just enjoy their pathetically short (though Time-Lord-ishly long when compared to the lives of most other animals) lives.

On another note, why do we have to take the breeding stock from other writing sites?

[Malkalack]

James, how the FUCK did you get into the cart?