qwertysaur the master of grass pokémon.
Formalhaut the master of dark pokémon
Shiny the master of water pokémon. Also all her pokémon are shiny. :shiny:
the_best_noob the other master of water pokémon.
Vivi22 the master of charmander.
I'd like another month to prepare.
Good to go!
Alright, feel free to trash talk in this thread as well.
Apparently, I have been declared banished.
You're going down chumps. :shiny:
also lol all charmanders eh
I generally recycle. Paper and glass all get put in their own bin. If I'm lazy though, I'll occasionally throw the odd bit of cardboard in the normal trash but hey... nobody's perfect, right?Originally Posted by Agent Proto
As Pokemon specialists go, I'm the specialist of specialists.
I hope there's a pokemon center near by, because Team Venture is going to mystery solve the trout out of you.
Oh come on guys. Seriously team..
If one of you simply got a Abra/Kadabra/Alakazam on our team, or Mew, Mewtwo or any other incredibly intelligent pokemon, we could sweep the board with their psychic powers!!
I'm actually stumped when it comes to children's parties.
Never been to a party in my life.I can guess at the usual staple party items.
One could certainly say that it would appear I am definitely ill-prepared for the Feud... *mumbles incoherently* yeah.
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
GO TEAM VENTURE
I'm just ready to kick you right square in your Venture Brothers, C.
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
OH GOD IM A HIPPIE
Forward, the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho'(though) the soldiers knew
Some one had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
the next round wil start in a coupe hours when I get back home. Points will be doubled so prepare for trouble Team Venture!
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