"The face of the operation is Briatore (referred to exclusively in the film by his colleagues and angry, chanting detractors as "Flavio"), an anthropomorphic radish who spends most of his time at QPR plotting to fire all of the managers."
What is Womanball?
Jussst a bit outside, he tried the corner and missed...
MANBALL!! Don't know why everyone hates this expression. It's quite funny IMO.
Ask MGoSoftball. He might know.
I was definitely considering posting a softball pic.
I think this is womanball... http://mgoblog.com/diaries/preview-wifeday-2010
what the heck is that????
Very disturbing image.
I google searched 'What the fuck' to find a picture to post, because this thread is a perfect example why we need negs back, and this popped up. I have no idea what it is.
I really wish that post was still editable.
WTF!?!?! Dude you have issues.
what does your username stand for? I live in Grandville and the highschool mascot is a bulldog.
Yes sir! I go to GHS.
Aaaaaaand that's the cue to delete the thread.
Then my job would have been fulfilled.
Fine, I'll be the one to say it, that picture is awesome. So awesome, in fact, that it's even more awesome than this picture of a robot playing a pink guitar I just found by googling the word "awesome."
I saw a scrotum with two arm pits (sans arms), personally. I'm not sure about that weird dark colored thing in the middle, but I bet it's squishy to the touch.
EDIT: It just occurred to me that a picture of a person with a scrotum for a head is decidedly not womanball. (Also, I hope Dark Blue makes it his new avatar.)
Looks like its having sex with itself in the butthole to me... Unfortunately I looked at the picture long enough to envision this. Im gonna go rinse my eyes off with acid.
I refuse to click on this link after being tricked into going on scrollbelow.com earlier today. I just realized I've seen some gross shit today...
Edit: Nevermind you weren't trying to trick me.
Hmmmm, scrollbelow.com you say?
Should I go to said URL? No, probably not.
Will I go to said URL? Yeah, probably.
It seems perfectly harmless at first. Then, well, don't say I didn't warn you.
Oh god, it just keeps getting worse! I didn't even make it to the bottom and I feel like I have bugs crawling all over my skin. Here's hoping some whiskey will erase the last 30 seconds of my life from my memory.
Here it is.
Oh, that's the pay-off? Eh, not worth it.
EDIT: In the spirit of expressing things via images...
I followed the link at the bottom to other "shock sites" and there's some stuff that would make scrollbelow.com look tame. Great way to end a tough day by reminding myself how not-screwed-up I am.
Left me thinking the same thing this monkey is thinking.
except minus the 'why am I in water' part.
There was a time when I would have taken a misguided sense of pride in wading through that stuff, but apparently I've turned into a big soft wuss who'd rather just avoid it all. But then again, part of me can't help but feel like poor little Jorge (my sense of shame is Jorge's mom, in this analogy):
1. Do hood rat stuff with friends.
Ahhh, I totally forgot about that kid! Hahaha, awesome.
I wonder if "hood rat stuff" includes black magick:
Luckily, I did.
He's either high or imbued with the power of slacks.
The power is yours!
We've got to be careful. Don't want to get too drunk on power.
Are you sure?
Maybe I'm just a simple man. I'm perfectly happy with just a stack of Magic cards and a cat that knows how to play Magic: The Gathering.
Which opens up a whole new line of inquiry.