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Antagonistic Tyrannosaur
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Join Date: Aug 2000
Location: The Abstruse Caboose
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Oct 17th, 2005, 07:01 AM
Terrachildabuser: No, you're the puddle in an alley behind a bar that stinks of vomit, urine, and the homeless person sleeping in you.
Comrade Pocket Rocket: You don't need a mallet to go along with that costume, you need a penis to go in your mouth and a pineapple to go up your rectal cavity. Aside from those additions, I think your costume is complete.
Useless new addition: The more you spend on Darth Vader costumes, the more you are retarded. I will gladly relate this to you in a mathematical proportion. And what the hell is bmoney? Is that what bejeezus spends on bebay?
Kelly Gayos (had to be retro): Did you put any thought into the expectation of having a Thundercats costume? Sure, I loved the show too, but it would be perfectly practicable to buy leather bondage gear from the local novelty store, add some elf ears, and pass yourself off as either Panthro or Lion-o. It works for the cartoon because they're all furry anthropomorphized felines, but to have a person dress in such an outfit is a mere indication of WHAT A SICK FUCKING FUCK YOU ARE. Should I dress like Donald Duck? I'll just wear a blue shirt with brass buttons, and if people don't give me candy I can slap them with my wang. Same logic applies to Thundercats. YOU SUCK AND I HATE YOU. RAAAAAAAARGH.
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SETH ME IMPRIMI FECIT
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