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Or put a decent looking Japanese girl as your profile pic and get a Japanese sounding name ala Nakamura.

Her name is Yuki. Good enough?

That thing looks like a rat, a woman, and a toaster were smashed together in a trash compactor then stretched back out.

All this is making me wonder how long it's been since I played a Phantasy Star title.

A really long fucking time.

Wtf i scrolled down that page.

This place is getting close to the speakeasy with all this anime crap.

I'm going to go lock myself down in the gutter 0.0

Wtf i scrolled down that page.

This place is getting close to the speakeasy with all this anime crap.

Phantasy Star is not an anime, it's a game

wtf is with this weird japanese shit o_0

Don't worry, the guys at psumods will translate it

I got $10 American betting that one of those customization options for the guy translates to "girth."

I read 'American' and 'girth' and got this:

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ADRIAN, MI—An extremely intense bond that lasted just 0.2 seconds, but which was filled with a range of deeply intertwined and conflicting emotions that included fear, hunger, curiosity, rage, and even—on some level—love, was reportedly felt Monday between Lionel, a tabby housecat, and a pine warbler. The brief, silent connection, described to reporters as an overwhelming, almost spiritual experience for both animals, almost as if everything in their short lives had been cosmically leading up to this very encounter, formed when Lionel, seated in his usual spot near the kitchen window, instinctually moved his head rapidly to the left and spotted the bird coming to rest on the patio table. During the milliseconds the two species locked eyes, age-old genetic impulses of survival were reportedly unlocked and the two animals were suddenly frozen in time, enveloped by the most primal and elemental forces of nature. According to
witness accounts, at the height of their ever-so-short but fathomless bond, the cat and bird truly believed they were the only two living things in the entire universe, gripped by an almost paralyzing sense of yearning. The unexplained connection, which sources confirmed was as awesome, mighty, and holy as God Himself, ended as soon as it began when the warbler flew away and Lionel scratched his ear and lay down.

pendulum why do you always have to bring the conversation back to penii?

this is a classy establishment.

Yeah, we talk about boobs and beer 'round here.

ADRIAN, MI—An extremely intense bond that lasted just 0.2 seconds, but which was filled with a range of deeply intertwined and conflicting emotions that included fear, hunger, curiosity, rage, and even—on some level—love, was reportedly felt Monday between Lionel, a tabby housecat, and a pine warbler. The brief, silent connection, described to reporters as an overwhelming, almost spiritual experience for both animals, almost as if everything in their short lives had been cosmically leading up to this very encounter, formed when Lionel, seated in his usual spot near the kitchen window, instinctually moved his head rapidly to the left and spotted the bird coming to rest on the patio table. During the milliseconds the two species locked eyes, age-old genetic impulses of
survival were reportedly unlocked and the two animals were suddenly frozen in time, enveloped by the most primal and elemental forces of nature. According to witness accounts, at the height of their ever-so-short but fathomless bond, the cat and bird truly believed they were the only two living things in the entire universe, gripped by an almost paralyzing sense of yearning. The unexplained connection, which sources confirmed was as awesome, mighty, and holy as God Himself, ended as soon as it began when the warbler flew away and Lionel scratched his ear and lay down.

Romantic fiction novelists should not write news columns.

ADRIAN, MI—An extremely intense bond that lasted just 0.2 seconds, but which was filled with a range of deeply intertwined and conflicting emotions that included fear, hunger, curiosity, rage, and even—on some level—love, was reportedly felt Monday between Lionel, a tabby housecat, and a pine warbler. The brief, silent connection, described to reporters as an overwhelming, almost spiritual experience for both animals, almost as if everything in their short lives had been cosmically leading up to this very encounter, formed when Lionel, seated in his usual spot near the kitchen window, instinctually moved his
head rapidly to the left and spotted the bird coming to rest on the patio table. During the milliseconds the two species locked eyes, age-old genetic impulses of survival were reportedly unlocked and the two animals were suddenly frozen in time, enveloped by the most primal and elemental forces of nature. According to witness accounts, at the height of their ever-so-short but fathomless bond, the cat and bird truly believed they were the only two living things in the entire universe, gripped by an almost paralyzing sense of yearning. The unexplained connection, which sources confirmed was as awesome, mighty, and holy as God Himself, ended as soon as it began when the warbler flew away and Lionel scratched his ear and lay down.

Romantic fiction novelists should not write news columns.

They shouldn't write romantic fiction either.

Yeah, we talk about boobs and beer 'round here.

And threadshatters.

Wtf i scrolled down that page.

This place is getting close to the speakeasy with all this anime crap.

Phantasy Star is not an anime, it's a game

Its all anime to me, i'm an ignorant american heathen, you see.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Don't shat that thread! Nobody cares if your grandma soiled herself the moment she died at Thanksgiving dinner!"

etc,etc.

Spam, you are a gentleman and a scholar.

wtf is with this weird japanese shit o_0

Don't worry, the guys at psumods will translate it

I got $10 American betting that one of those
customization options for the guy translates to "girth."

I read 'American' and 'girth' and got this:

fuck even I'm not that big

Spam, you are a gentleman and a scholar.

What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin:
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England:
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more, methinks, would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it,
Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made
And crowns for convoy put into his purse:
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And
Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

Did not read

it's Henry V

sort of like Tha Carter III.

Gangsta

Praise be to Yeezus.

Yeezus sucked.

Yeah I said it.

I haven't even heard it. I just wish I was narcissistic enough to call myself Jesus. I don't know how I could make Anthony and Jesus work together, but I'd figure it out.

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Who do you think you're fooling, spammy?

I haven't even heard it. I just wish I was narcissistic enough to call myself Jesus. I don't know how I could make Anthony and Jesus work together, but I'd figure it out.

Neezus

That was hard.

Really though its on his bottom tier of albums.

Def not anywhere near mbdtf

It interesting, Richard III has always been my least favorite of Shakespeare's works (except maybe some of the sonnets). It's pretty action packed, and that doesn't translate well to rote reading, and I always figured it would be awesome as a play, but since I don't like it I haven't made it a priority to go see it... but that's the only way it would increase in my estimation. Go go self-fulfilling prophesies!

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The fact that "how" is the only one of the question words that can't be misspelled without ruining its essential function has deep philosophical/sociopolitical ramifications.

H0w n0w br0wn c0w?

Hau

You're welcome

Wale's new album came out yesterday. Need to check that one out.

H0w?

I'm looking at you pendi

Wale's new album came out yesterday. Need to check that one out.

Joke post?

Please tell me this is a troll.

n0w

I'm looking at you, open site blathering thread