In case you can't tell yet , nobody fucking likes you or wants to be your friend just like in real life. So why don't you be a good little faggot and fuckoff back to where it was you were last rejected from.
awwww, got you so riled up you can't even type properly, huh?
therethere, it's okay, your mother is a fine person, i was just playing with you, don't cry. and you're right i was violated soooo many times, making your comment that much clevererer and funniererer than anything else. you have won the internet!
you can turn your pc off now...
Stefanie_Gull , something you will never have , but keep on tryin , even tards say something witty on some occasions , though that is quite a stretch for you. But keep trying .
It was a strange combination of boredom and excessive whining which encouraged me to take up more interesting past times like watching mold grow between my toes.
I don't think the word 'run' is even in any of your dictionaries. Go ahead, go look. Take your time. I know it takes you a while to get around with that bad hip of yours.
They are just socks. Long socks are the standard. They don't need a special designator like 'boot'. Short socks are fairly new and take a prefix designator like 'ankle' socks, or whatever you like.
wow, if that was a deliberate set-up and you expected me to craft something incredibly funny from it, then i guess i'll never be able to entertain you in any way, i'm sorry!
as stated, if i imagine your comments in his voice and slurred manner of speech, they become hilarious, no matter WHAT you typed.
he was the man, i miss him!
Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era — the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run . . . but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant. . . .
History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of “history” it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time — and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened.
My central memory of that time seems to hang on one or five or maybe forty nights — or very early mornings — when I left the Fillmore half-crazy and, instead of going home, aimed the big 650 Lightning across the Bay Bridge at a hundred miles an hour wearing L. L. Bean shorts and a Butte sheepherder's jacket . . . booming through the Treasure Island tunnel at the lights of Oakland and Berkeley and Richmond, not quite sure which turn-off to take when I got to the other end (always stalling at the toll-gate, too twisted to find neutral while I fumbled for change) . . . but being absolutely certain that no matter which way I went I would come to a place where people were just as high and wild as I was: No doubt at all about that. . . .
There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda. . . . You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. . . .
And that, I think, was the handle—that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting — on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. . . .
So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark — that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.
Comments to Now we know why...
Judging by that shitty comic Bono submitted, it's safe to say that humor is not his strong suit.
He doesn't have any strong suits
what about sucking cock? i bet he's the best in his entire junior high class.
strong in spades
Just as lame as his comic.
at least the kid went out with a smile...
zing!!!!!
.......
I hear crickets after reading this. Bono, you need to get the fuck out asap.
I'll leave if you can show me every picture ever tagged as "wtf".
bono i liked you alot better on south park
http://www.muchosucko.com/tag/wtf/1
Start clicking, then get the fuck out.
Hahahahaha
hm, now where was that reply button again?
Y/D, is it worth re-tagging the whole site?
fuckin bono...
yea yea yea yea yeaaaaaa hellooo helloooooo
Fuck you BONO!
you piece of shit you dont even "fuck you" as well as whunu.
....thhhhank you?
In case you can't tell yet , nobody fucking likes you or wants to be your friend just like in real life. So why don't you be a good little faggot and fuckoff back to where it was you were last rejected from.
feel the hate bono you nigger taster
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K8E_zMLCRNg&feature=PlayList&p=1D697F38B3BE5FF6&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=29
nicely done, sir!!
.
go away
fsil sir
fail even
fail at what? it's obviously dik's job...
ah, you thought i comment failed cause of that comment above? no no, i was calling out bonos reply fail with freshies comment.
i never reply fail...
Looks like a reply fail to me.
Judges?
Yep
psh, whatever... i know i'm right!
I rule that it is indeed a violation.
Seagull has been violated many times .
i guess your mom got clingy,
but i wouldn't call it "violated".
That dildo she shoved up your ass isn't a violation , well since you enjoyed I guess you don't call it a violation .
you been through her pantie drawer again?
what did it taste like? oh i forgot, she already had licked it clean afterwards.
She told me you wold not let her remove it from your ass , keep it there , I am sure thats not the only think this stuck in there .
awwww, got you so riled up you can't even type properly, huh?
therethere, it's okay, your mother is a fine person, i was just playing with you, don't cry. and you're right i was violated soooo many times, making your comment that much clevererer and funniererer than anything else. you have won the internet!
you can turn your pc off now...
Just brought her my old baseball bat , get ready bird brain , you are in for a special treat .
dude, you won the internet! IT'S OVER!
The internet is mine.
just let ALT have some sense of triumph here, hank. you can have the net back tomorrow.
Stefanie_Gull , something you will never have , but keep on tryin , even tards say something witty on some occasions , though that is quite a stretch for you. But keep trying .
we'll see who gets there first, i guess...
huh, i guess i did!!
i don't wanna play anymore, you're
primitive and boring. see ya!
Fuck you Bhunu
Bufu.
HEY HEY!
What a fucking jackass.
Hey Dik, run this fucking cunt loser off the site, would ya?
bono? ya he's a major shitfuck..i just might
he's so completely unfunny ..the desperation is palpable..
i will eat his face
the funniest thing about the guy is he thinks he's funny..and even that's not funny
bono get your barriers up
Ahh, the trademark comment string. It's so you.
it's true..i'm really not doing it on purpose..i just often have other things that pop into my brain..
shit, i asked you days ago to do it.
stop bragging 'bout how you CAN run
everybody of, and start DOING it already!
please?
Dik's never run anyone of the site
Watch yourself, Beagle. You're playing with dynamite there.
White Dynamite!
Skinny White Knock-Kneed Dynamite!
With his ball cap on backwards and a jean jacket!
Wears his socks at the beach Dynamite!
if you could see my feet you'd thank me
like two gnarled masses of veiny greasy bird flesh
and fries ..ya i have..lots
hmmmm...white dynamite..i like that
do NOT fuck with white dynamite
Spammy motherfucker. This ain't chat.
yo waldorf, statler!
pipe down, willya?
old folks these days...
hank you are so jealous of my comment count!
I left for 5 months just to let you catch up.
you mean i ran you off for 5 months
it was just out of my pure heart and love of humanity i decided to let you come back
It was a strange combination of boredom and excessive whining which encouraged me to take up more interesting past times like watching mold grow between my toes.
Seriously, as I've said many times, your flames are very, very weak. You strongest flame would get blown out by a baby's fart.
I don't think the word 'run' is even in any of your dictionaries. Go ahead, go look. Take your time. I know it takes you a while to get around with that bad hip of yours.
He even wore boot socks to the beach.
They are just socks. Long socks are the standard. They don't need a special designator like 'boot'. Short socks are fairly new and take a prefix designator like 'ankle' socks, or whatever you like.
Bullshit, as a matter of fact, I believe the bootsocks are actually called "crew" socks or "boot" socks. I wear the "no shows" with shorts.
Sorry, they are just socks. Get a clue.
You need to get a clue.
you two got raging clues for each other...
^^Socks & Sandals guys
so who have you run off mucho dik? 2 or 3 weak faggots?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sock
bono, kindly fuck the hell off. You're not even as useful as a cunt full of AIDS.
'ragged, mauled nigger of a person' ? you forgot 'Nazi'
Would that be 'nigger nazi' or 'nazi nigger'?
psh, i'm off in twenty minutes anyway...
"part time nazi" would make an awesome lovesong!
you interposting spammy old men are everywhere! but "part time nazi nigger" would be even more awesome!
"part time party nazi nigger"
wooohoow, i made a classical dik!
you mean classic ...and no it wasn't
yeah, it's a stream of conciousness thing, i guess. no one will ever attain your mastery.
SHINE ON YOU CRAZY DIAMOND!
don't tell me when or if i should shine..and don't call me crazy
and don't assume to suggest if i was a diamond or not
wow, seems like the 70s were hard on you...
i really wanted that to be funny
we all fail sometimes, but you gave it your best...
want a cookie?
i meant you..i wasnt trying to be funny
although if anyone's collecting them that's some gold dik quotes right there
wow, if that was a deliberate set-up and you expected me to craft something incredibly funny from it, then i guess i'll never be able to entertain you in any way, i'm sorry!
but you can still have that cookie....
no it wasnt ..i just wish everyone else was a lot funnier
well, i already said it on the thread with the football guy chocking that mtv bitch, you've got an unfair advantage with your avatar!
i dont know what you mean..its just an avatar i never exactly put thought into it..it just stuck...*see wanko....although i do love the good doctor
as stated, if i imagine your comments in his voice and slurred manner of speech, they become hilarious, no matter WHAT you typed.
he was the man, i miss him!
ya me too..a smart guy..an original
Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era — the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run . . . but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant. . . .
History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of “history” it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time — and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened.
My central memory of that time seems to hang on one or five or maybe forty nights — or very early mornings — when I left the Fillmore half-crazy and, instead of going home, aimed the big 650 Lightning across the Bay Bridge at a hundred miles an hour wearing L. L. Bean shorts and a Butte sheepherder's jacket . . . booming through the Treasure Island tunnel at the lights of Oakland and Berkeley and Richmond, not quite sure which turn-off to take when I got to the other end (always stalling at the toll-gate, too twisted to find neutral while I fumbled for change) . . . but being absolutely certain that no matter which way I went I would come to a place where people were just as high and wild as I was: No doubt at all about that. . . .
There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda. . . . You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. . . .
And that, I think, was the handle—that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting — on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. . . .
So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark — that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.
HST...suck it
ah, the wave speech!
thank you, kind sir!
maybe i'll upload some of my HST stuff sometime.
well, i'm off, there's beers
a-waitin' for me,
take care!
and run 'em off the site, all of 'em!
HST was a class A twat
joking
don't you ever talk shit about the doc,
or dik will run you off!!
Shut the fuck up bitch. That's your new name, Bitch. From here on out you shall be known as simply "Bitch."
people will think i'm your mom...
Now i know why there was a hundred + comments on this post: Jamiee let dik out
I thought we sent you back to the minors, Bone-oh.