Starsaurus wrote:

TM2125 wrote:

Ryasis wrote:

modedii wrote:

cheese-duck wrote:

Starsaurus wrote:

parents credit card information

wait, what

uh yea what

STARASAURUS NEEDS YOUR HELP FOR AN EPIC BATTLE ROYALE! ALL THEY NEED IS YOUR CREDIT CARD INFORMATION THE 3 NUMBERS ON THE BACK.

TOTALLY not sketchy at all

pshhhh why would you EVER be afraid of someone askin for credit card info? im a TOTALLY LEGIT, GOVERNMENT-ENDORSED SALESPERSON.

totally legit. Spotless.

__xxseashoree__ wrote:

Starsaurus wrote:

One time i decided to fall off a bridge to test my body's durability. little did i know that Nick Cage also had the same idea. so here we are, about to jump off, when i notice hes standing there. im about to shout “hi” at him, when, out of nowhere, Darth Vader drop kicks him in the back, sending him hurdling down a thousand feet into the mouth of a giant Narnian salamander, who promptly spits him out, screaming that his mom's tooth hurts too much for actors to be wearing lederhosen. Mr. Cage got extremely triggered by this. so much so that he punched a hole through space and time to grab the lungs out of Michael Jackson's body. he died right then and there, leaving the human race in immortal agony. he was telling the Cerberus a joke, one that would have knocked his socks off, thereby freeing him from the imprisoning gardens of Buckingham Palace, and bringing an end to the imperious rule of Sir Tomblepop XXVIII, known then at the time as “Rambo the Bodacious”. but no! he was killed then and there, and no one has been able to figure out the rest of the joke. anyways, Nick Cage realized just what a horrible thing he had done, and stabbed his spleen with Michael Jackson's lung, piercing his book-constructed bulletproof vest with the infamous weapon. every single My Little Pony screamed in a perfect B flat, which, coupled with the toasting of the sacred rye bread, guarded for thousands of years by the mighty Communist Bacteria, summoned the Dark Lord. his name is too terrible to mention. but well mention it anyways. its syllables dared not be spoken by human tongue. in english, they are rendered as: Justin Bieber. the Dark Lord burst forth from the depths of pulp fiction, killing every single son and daughter of Leroy Jenkins, fallen king and savior of Pluto, the 5,379th state of the U.S. the arms were gathered. the beacons were lit. the cupcakes were decorated. war was coming. with all its glory, and all its ballistic pumpkins. the legions of Parrotheads marched in their formations, bearing the ghost of Snapchat as their flag. war chants sounded through all the universe as they blazed a warpath of bad puns, annihilating the cyborg dinosaurs once and for all. nothing could stop the psychedelic tide. not even a mighty blast of the Trumpet of Van Halen. all hope was lost.

and then, one day, a hero stepped forth from the void. he lifted his sword in the air and declared: “I. AM. SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!!!” and charged headfirst guns blazing into the oncoming cloud of nyan cats and Aztec Memelords. the war raged for centuries. thousands upon thousands of innocent dwellers of the Fortress of Solitude were slain. the two armies never gave up. the more killed, the more ushered onto the battlefield. even at the fourth down, they stood fast and kept pushing. 3-pointers and hat tricks did not deter Michael Jordan and his Merry Men. in fact, with every point scored, they raved harder and harder, the dubstep remixes of Dora the Explorer, sung in the native tongue of the Australian people, performed onstage every Saturday at precisely 2:00 on Main Street, Tanzania. it was a magnificent spectacle to every onlooker. and then, as suddenly as it had started, the war ceased. the party raged for 9,000 years, 327 days, 8 months, 2 weeks, 5 days, 3 hours, 1 minute and 20 seconds, as they drank and merrily sang Wrecking Ball, which had recently found to have actually been written by Gandalf the Grey, of whom plagiarized it from the original cast of Power Rangers. however nobody cared because they were all assassinated by King Henry VIII in 1937, the year Optimus Prime lead the anchovies to victory against the Beanie Babies, who apparently stole the Stargate from him, but nobody really knew for sure. actually, thirteen years later it was discovered that it was Mewtwo who stole it, and sold it on the black market to Bernie Sanders for the small price of a million Rupees. now, i know what youre all thinking. with all this random stuff, where in the world does Keemstar come into play? well, im here to tell you he comes in right now. Keemstar is the sole catalyst for every event so far mentioned. he hired Darth Vader and Grover Cleveland to drop kick Nick Cage. that is, until he found out Grover Cleveland's been dead for 40 years, and that the random head he had hanging from his windowsill is in fact not Robocop's but Cleveland's. suddenly Keemstar saw that everything now made sense. the universe unfolded like a game of chess with your state's top player before him, revealing every way in which his butt had just been wooped and handed to him on a cadmium platter. the world was his burrito, and he was not willing to let some random guy break into his gas station to steal it, no matter how big that guy's crush on that lady was.

for many years, Keemstar lived happily. the four nations were at peace. and then… then… THEN… THEEEENNNNN… then some dude from Serbia shot the duke of wellington and started the Persian Gulf War. and this whole process repeats itself, starting with the secret clone army manufactured by B.L.I. and Aperture Science going insane and forcing every citizen of Thailand over the height of 6 feet and under the height of 4 inches to wear duck hats with spirogyra covering them to every prom they went to for the rest of your life. not their lives, your life.

oh dear. it appears my chupacabra skeleton is done choking Sans. i guess i should go clean that up now. now remember kids: the next time a creepy man in a giant SUV tries to give you uranium, dont take it. instead, take whatever else hes offering, because uranium is bad for your respiratory system, especially if you dont have asthma.

That is just beautiful

cheese-duck wrote:

We're no strangers to loaf
You know the rolls and so do I
A full cornmitment's what I'm looking for
You wouldn't get this from any other rye
I just wanna tell you how I'm flouring
Gotta make you bunderstand

cheese-duck wrote:

We're no strangers to loaf
You know the rolls and so do I
A full cornmitment's what I'm looking for
You wouldn't get this from any other rye
I just wanna tell you how I'm flouring
Gotta make you bunderstand

cs156175 wrote:

cheese-duck wrote:

We're no strangers to loaf
You know the rolls and so do I
A full cornmitment's what I'm looking for
You wouldn't get this from any other rye
I just wanna tell you how I'm flouring
Gotta make you bunderstand

Never graina give you up
Never gonna bread you down
Never gonna burn around
And dessert you

cs156175 wrote:

this is my objecthead oc. instead of a tv, she has a human head for a head.

cheese-duck wrote:

Word on the street has it that our lord Starsaurus has returned…

TM2125 wrote:

cheese-duck wrote:

Word on the street has it that our lord Starsaurus has returned…

Truly?

cheese-duck wrote:

Anyone still following this topic?

i made a lot of good memories here
yall are cool