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Archive for the ‘Humor’ category
Dr. Riddle
May 10th, 2010Gary’s Sing A Song
September 21st, 2009In a French accent
Ahhhh night time, Time for sleep, time for silence, time for…
What is this, Gary meowing when it should be quiet? Let’s see what he is up to hmm?
In tune of Linkin park’s given up
“Meow Meow Meow Meeeeooooow” Gary sang
“Looks like Gary has been listening to linkin park again,” said Spongebob while getting ready for bed.
“That snail has the most amazing voice,” Patrick Yawned.
“He has such a way with words,” Sandy complemented.
“Does this snail have to do this every night while I’m trying to get some sleep?” Squidward did his usual moan while snuggling down next to his clarinet.
Even though Squidward moaned Gary carried on singing with the sound if drums and guitar beginning to be heard.
“Meow Meow Meeow Meeeeooooow”
“Oh no not another sing a long, it’s not even Tuesday,” Squidward pulled his pillow over his head while Spongebob started singing.
“It’s late at night again
Another day has just finished
Has just finished”Spongebob sang.
“I Think I might now sleep
But I might stay up all night
Up all night” Sandy continued.
“This is Gary’s song” Patrick Carries on
Spongebob and Gary sing the chorus
“Meow meow meeow Meeeeoooow”
“Sing it Gary, Sing the night away”
“Meow Meow Meeeeoooow Meow”
“Squidward’s moaning, Why is he always in a grump, every night”
The song ends and Squidward is pleased.
“Thank you Neptune now I can get some sleep”
At that moment the sun rises and the usual sound of Spongebob’s chanting is heard.
“I’m ready; I’m ready, good morning Squidward ready for a great day at work!” Spongebob shouted through Squidward’s window.
“Grrrrrrr”
French accent (again)
Poor Squidward, well at least I enjoyed a good night’s sleep Goodbye and if you hear a cat meowing in the night don’t throw a shoe at it, think of a good rock song you can make up with tune.
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Taken from: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4200746/1/Garys_sing_a_song
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Naruto Super Dub
September 20th, 2009And just because I feel guilty for disappearing for so long, I’m posting again.
HA HA HA, hilarious. Probably the best Naruto Dub out there.
For those of you who don’t like swearing, here is the clean version.
Have fun!
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Vegeta’s Thoughts – In The End
September 11th, 2009This is a Dragonball Z fanfic, to Linkin Park’s In The End. Hope you laugh as much as I did. It makes more sense for people who know most of the songs off of Hybrid Theory, but anyway…
Vegeta sat in the Capsule Corporation field one night, sulking at another defeat from that curséd Kakarot. No matter how hard he tried, he wasn’t able to make himself strong enough to beat that low-level Saiyan.
Looking back, he could see that no matter what he had done, there had always been someone above him. It had all started with Lord Frieza on Planet Vegeta.
It starts with one thing
I don’t know why
It doesn’t even matter how hard you try
‘That’s right,’ Vegeta thought sullenly. ‘It doesn’t matter how hard anyone tries. No matter what, there will always be something that keeps them from getting what they want.’
Keep that in mind
I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time
All I know
Time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down till the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
It’s so unreal
‘I couldn’t believe it. It’s just like my entire childhood was wasted. But wasted on what? That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out.’ He got up. “Listen to me,” he said aloud. “I’m starting to get sentimental, just like that blasted Kakarot.”
He sat back down. “But it’s true. The way I feel. Was promised by her face. Bulma The sound of her voice painted on my memories, even when she’s not with me, oh wait, I’m in the wrong song.” He smacked himself in the forehead. Several times. Until he got dizzy. And fell over.
“Listen to me again, and this time I’ll sing the right song,” he said.
Didn’t look out below
Watch the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on
But you didn’t even know
“I didn’t know that there was someone more powerful than me out there. Some peasant woods-boy who grew out without proper training defeated me, the Prince of all Saiyans. I mean, seriously. I’M FREAKIN’ TALKING TO MYSELF! Goodness. Okay, when did I start saying goodness?” He looked up. “Hey, is the music going to start or what? I mean, I don’t have all eternity here, like that giant lizard thing that grants wishes.”
A voice came from the sky. “Hey! I’m a dragon! Dra-gon! Not a lizard! I don’t do that tongue thing!” » Read more: Vegeta’s Thoughts – In The End
The Real Reason Itachi Killed His Clan
September 10th, 2009Amazing. It all makes sense now.
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It was a peaceful, quiet night in Konoha. Well, everywhere but the Uchiha household was quiet. The oldest Uchiha boy, Itachi, was playing his new CD out of his window, singing and air-guitaring along like his life depended on it. The younger Uchiha boy, Sasuke, had been sat outside Itachi’s bedroom for some time now, tapping along to this music, and had finally decided to ask his older brother something. He knocked on his door, tap tap tap, and a moment later Itachi answered, sweaty and with his long black hair plastered to his face.
“What?” he said, and Sasuke grinned.
“Whatcha listening tooo?” he questioned.
“Linkin Park.. why?”
“Can I borrow it?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“No.”
“But ‘Tachiii!” Sasuke whined, and Itachi sighed.
“No.” He said, pushing Sasuke, and closing his door. Sasuke ran down the stairs wailing.
Five minutes later, there was another knock on his door. He answered it prepared to shout at his annoying little brother, only to find it was his mother, Sasuke clinging to her leg.
“Uchiha Itachi, if you don’t let your little brother listen to this CD, I swear, I will confiscate every damn ‘Linkin Park’ album you own!”
Itachi’s eyes flashed a sharingan red.
The next day, Uchiha Itachi killed his clan, and ran off to join an organization called the Akatsuki, who he hoped would appreciate Chester Bennington and his gang. He packed his bag with his precious Linkin Park albums, vowing never to bring them to any harm. He left his little brother alive, because he appreciated good music, and maybe one day, when his Guitar Hero skill was strong enough, he could come to find Itachi, and they could challenge each other to ‘Hearts Burst Into Fire’ on Difficult mode. It wasn’t long before Konoha found out Itachi had killed his best friend too. The reason? Well, he tried to steal Itachi’s limited edition ‘In The End’ t-shirt, of course. And if you ever come across the Akatsuki’s hideout, you might just be able to hear Itachi, jamming to ‘Breaking The Habit’ with his good friend Deidara.
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Taken from here.
The Italian Man Who Went To Malta
September 7th, 2009Hilarious. Be warned, there is swearing.
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A Pleasant Camping Trip
July 28th, 2009After a long, refreshing swim in the cold, blue lake, miles away from civilization, I dove into my warm, bright pink sleeping bag, inside my new tent. To my surprise, I zipped up the sleeping bag with no effort at all, successfully encasing myself. As I started at the blue coloured walls of the dome shaped shelter, I drifted off to sleep.
Little did I know that both the sleeping bag and the tent I bought were both defective.
Later in the night, I woke up to the itch of mosquito bites on my face. I tried to scratch them, but I quickly realized that I was trapped inside my newly bought sleeping bag, and the zipper was broken. I wiggled around a bit, struggling to get out of the sleeping bag. In my desperation to free myself, I failed to notice the breeze in my tent.
After managing to get both arms out of the sleeping bag, I was ambushed by a swarm of mosquitoes. How did they get inside my tent? Blinded by the dark, I searched for the bug spray with my hands, hoping to repel the vicious blood suckers. Thankfully, I found the bottle and quickly sprayed it around my head in an attempt to save what was left of my face. I quickly realized that I had grapped the wrong bottle, and I felt the extra strong bear spray do it’s damage.
As I clutch my face in pain, the tent collapsed. I cursed myself for having chosen the largest tent in stock, as I swam through the thick folds of fabric, lost. After suffocating on the material for quite a while, I found an opening. While tears poured from my eyes, I hopped out of the giant tent with my sleeping bag still closed around my body.
I looked up to see the moon, and the dark grey rain clouds hovering around it. I stood there, furious, for the rest of the night getting soaked by the pouring rain.
The manufacturer of the tent was definitely going to hear about this.
