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[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by No-Name [/i] [B]boy this topic is stupid... [/B][/QUOTE] Ummm, no it's not stupid because it's not a living animal. Therefore it can't have a brain, thus it is incapable of thought..so it can't be stupid. Just thought I'd point that out. Anyway.. I've never heard of O Boy that's for sure Nevertheless I'm the real hero, I'll knock him to the floor Evil tortures people without a care But the Crazy White Boy will make evil vanish into thin air.

I'm no big fan of it. I thought that the storyline was aweful. They poisoned Final Fantasy with Hollywood. At least Final Fantasy 7 spread out it's Life Stream storyline over 30-40 hours. This movie crammed Gaia down your throat for an hour and a half to two hours. Also, I think that romantic kiss came at a horrible time. Hell, the guys friends just got brutally killed by monstes and he's thinking about romance? HA!

I am here to protect one and all Short, fat, ugly, cute, small, or tall The Crazy White Boy is here to save the otaku There goes an evil spammer what shall we do? Call the Crazy White Boy, that's who! Great with Frying pans and even better with the knuckles The boy with light skin will make sure internet evil buckles So when you're in trouble or immediate danger Pull out the magic whistle, the white boy won't be a stranger Whether the threat be a ghoul, wizard, or terrifying T-Rex It will be confronted by me, in my kinky looking spandex With good looks and an outstanding personality to boot The Crazy White Boy is modest; his services require little loot All of you reading this beautiful literature hold back your tears The Artist painting good wishes will vanquish your fears!! It's a bird! It's a plane! No it's neither one! It's just a guy in front of a computer having some fun!!!

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Transtic Nerve [/i] [B]I don't get how hearing the word sh*t or f*ck can be harmful to ANYONE. [/B][/QUOTE] Oh yeah, well then how come we're not supposed to say it on otaku?

Wow, you should have been around before. I did this really detailed topic on censorship that you would have probably liked. Anyway, do you know what's funny? They "Beeped" out a swear word in SmackDown and when it went on commercial break, I heard an actor in a family sitcom say the same thing! The WWF only censors things because of the PTC getting on their back, threatening sponsors and such. The WWF used to be really raunchy. I remember when, Mark Henry recieved oral sex from a transexual on Raw. As for DBZ, it's considered "Children's programming" here in America. They target all the merchandise towards children. I don't have a clue as to why they removed Roshi's Drunken Monkey style in DB for the Mad Cow style. And the name Hercule is atrocious. Better get used to censorship though, because with all this terrorist business, you're gonna see a lot more of it.

I've read that in japanese Z's are pronounced Zetto Remember this isn't my own knowledge, it's just something I read a while back. The Z is said to have no particular meaning. Some even say it stands for "Zen." And "GT" stands for "Grand Tour or Great Tour, because of all the traveling from planet to planet, Goku, Pan, and Trunks do.

Hey glad to see you back Foredaddy. Actually, another good program is Quark. Most Graphic designers use it in unison with Adobe Photoshop.

Oh yes, I do remember Stardust and the daily otaku stuff. Yes, those were the days. One of these days, I'm actually gonna post a new thread. Just remember to remain calm and resume the normal safety procedures.

Mine's elcrazywhiteboy but I wouldn't suggest talking to me. You're brains might slip out of your head.

What a coincidence, I don't remember you either. It's safe to say that I came here after you already left.

I personally believe that wrestling has gotten stale too. This whole Invasion angle was good at first, but not it's just old. And the alliance isn't ****. They have a lot of good stars. And how's Anle weird? It's not real you know.

Anyone who doesn't like a wrestler anymore just because they go heel, isn't really a fan, they're a mark. While, I do think that Kurt Angle plays a better heel, I do disagree with him going to the alliance. If both promotions split, there'll be very few major stars left in the WWF. Anyway, I think RVD doing the clean job to Edge was far worst than the Angle turn. Even worse than that however, is Kane tapping out to Angle on the SmackDown tapings.

Heeeeey since we're talking about old members, I figure it's appropriate for The Great White Frying Pan Man to take some time from his busy schedule and make a rare appearance. Version 2 was great. We had the hump wars, and the sephinji short but entertaining Sephinji wars. Plus, I had finally reached "Master Member." Judging by my posting rate, it should take me about..hmm.let's see....twenty five years to do that again. Plus the Fight Club topic was in it's prime(pretty fun stuff). Maybe I should post a little story for you guys about flying cucumbers or evil monkeys to bring back memories...then again..haha. maybe not.

Gohan does indeed fight Dabura. However, he has become weaker from not training in seven years. Vegeta constantly insults Gohan during the fight because of his lackluster performance and sees Gohan as a disgrace to the Saiyan Race. Dabura notices the evil in Vegeta's heart and simply stops fighting and returns to Babi-Dee and informs him. This leads to Babi-Dee turning Vegta into a Majin.

Hey, thanks guys, what you said really made me feel better, and after talking about it with my friends, some of the grief has calmed down a little, but time is the real key to relief.. At first I just felt like punching a hole through something. This experience really made me realize how fragile life is, and I don't really think this topic is morbid, it was kinda just necessary for me.(or I would have punched that hole in a wall or something)

I've liked Urban studies ever since I started the class this summer. Professor Jackson was pretty upbeat and the lectures were interesting and thought-provoking. Well today, I was supposed to take my first exam of the new school year. I got to my class five minutes early, expecting to see the tests being passed out so that we could get an early start, but my professor wasn't there yet. I figured great, just a little more time to study. It's 8:05 and he's still not there, but his two colleagues who teach recitation are. I figured that something strange had happened, as all three of them usually walk to class together and are never late. Finally, Mr. Butler, who has worked along side Dr. Jackson for 18 years, told my class that he had some bad news for us. I felt completely empty, and, well the feeling is undescribable, as he tried not to break down telling us that Dr. Jackson passed away this weekend from a heart attack. Everyone in my class fought to get where they are at, and he told us how proud he was of us, just this Friday and that he cares about each and every one of us. I don't really know how to react to this. I usually try to take a bad situation and make it better with jokes...but that won't work this time. Talking doesn't help yet, either. I figure time will take care of the rest, but for people like Mr. Butler and Dr.Jackson's wife..I wonder how they can deal with this and still say that we will move on. Anyway, I'm only posting this because it makes me feel better to either write things or type them; kind of a stress relief.

Well, there are two favorite quotes that I find very essential in life. The first is a bit of advice given to famous running back Walter Payton by his coach, Bob Hill at Jackson State. "If you're going to die anyway, die hard, never die easy." The other quote I like is: "It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for something you are not."

O.k. No more insulting the first one(it was waaaaay better by the way), I want to know if anyone actually liked it instead. Anyway, I'll post this last one, only because it has a parrot in it. then im spent. A magician was working on a cruise ship in the Caribbean. The audience would be different each week, so the magician allowed himself to do the same tricks over and over again. There was only one problem: The captain's parrot saw the shows each week and began to understand how the magician did every trick. Once he understood he started shouting in the middle of the show: "Look, it's not the same hat." "Look, he is hiding the flowers under the table." "Hey, why are all the cards the Ace of Spades?" The magician was furious but couldn't do anything; it was, after all, the captain's parrot. One day the ship had an accident and sank. The magician found himself floating on a piece of wood in the middle of the ocean with the parrot, of course. They stared at each other with hate, but did not utter a word. This went on for a day and another and another. After a week the parrot said: "OK, I give up. Where's the boat?"

I don't know..I thought the first one was better. Since when were Frockers and Coarks dirty? Oh well.

Oh I forgot to put it up, here it is... Juan comes up to the Mexican border on his bicycle. He's got two large bags over his shoulders. The guard stops him and says, "What's in the bags?" "Sand," answered Juan. The guard says, "We'll just see about that - get off the bike!" The guard takes the bags and rips them apart; he empties them out and finds nothing in them but sand. He detains Juan overnight and has the sand analyzed, only to discover that there is nothing but pure sand in the bags. The guard releases Juan, puts the sand into new bags, hefts them onto the man's shoulders, and lets him cross the border. A week later, the same thing happens. The guard asks, "What have you got?" "Sand," says Juan. The guard does his thorough examination and discovers that the bags contain nothing but sand. He gives the sand back to Juan, and Juan crosses the border on his bicycle. This sequence of events is repeated every day for three years. Finally, Juan doesn't show up one day and the guard meets him in a Cantina in Mexico. "Hey, Buddy," says the guard, "I know you are smuggling something. It's driving me crazy. It's all I think about..... I can't sleep. Just between you and me, what are you smuggling?" Juan sips his beer and says, "Bicycles."

Go with with either of the first two.

It's been a while since I posted a joke, and I just heard this one. It's so funny, I couldn't resist. There were two factories in New York City. One of them made maternity frocks for expectant mothers, so they were called the "Mothers Frockers." The factory across the street made corks for wine bottles. They had to soak the corks before they could put them into the bottles, so they were called the "Cork Soakers." One day a Cork Soaker didn't soak a cork long enough and it flew out of one of the bottles and hit one of the Mother Frockers in the eye. That made all the Mother Frockers mad at the Cork Soakers, so they went outside and had the biggest Mother-Frocking Cork-Soaking fight you ever saw.

Thanks for the kind words. I'll add on to it later. If anyone has suggestions just post them.

O.k this is a story I just wrote. It seems kind of sadistic right now and is intended for mature audiences. It's only the beginning though and if anyone likes it I'll do more. A figure stands atop a pile of rubble and glass; a silouette against an orange, sunless sky. Beads of sweat drop down into his eyes, creating a blurry cascade of colors in front of him. Rarely the recipiant of such a beautiful image, the figure hesitates before whiping his eyes with a dirt smeared arm. This figure is a twenty-two year old man by the name of Julio. Like most people his age, he has associated himself with a syndicate. Unfortunatly for Julio he was born in what some would call a post apoctalyptic world where time seems to stand still. The sky never darkens; a blazing limbo serving to remind mankind of the terror and catastrophy it had brought upon itself and nature. Noone knows who attacked who first, but what followed could only be described as the end of the world; the dropping of bomb after bomb, shrapnel digging into the skin of man and beast alike, showing sympathy for noone. Surely God shed a tear as his creation known as Earth was ravaged by his offspring before his very own eyes. What was once known as the United States, was founded on the gaining of wealth through the acquiring of land. History has repeated itself. What little viable land that remains is controlled by three different men and one woman. Each landowner runs their own respective syndicate consisting of the survivors of the apocalypse. Julio is such a person. Julio is not considered a person. He is just like everyone else in his position; trying to bust his balls so that he can become a lord instead of a tennant, live the good life. Sadly enough, hope seems lost for Julio. Under his arm rested a neat little package, that would almost have ensured that his boss would have acquired an extra 100 acres of land, but poor Julio lost the envelope and was unable to convince the high council of his boss's postition on his own. Julio has done good in the past however; he has always pulled through. Maybe this one little mistake wouldn't hinder his climb to success. A small smile spread across Julio's face as a warm feeling of confidence spread through his body. The rest of the walk seemed quite cheerful. After all, Julio was lucky; most people in his postition only lived to be seventeen. Death was always a silent on-looker, never lingering too far behind. It came in so many forms, that it had no definite look, or smell, but the feeling of death was ALWAYS there. It could have been a diseased insect, or a bird carrying a virus, and even an acid based virus lingering in a small drop of water. Yes, Julio has gotten to know Death quite well over the years, they just haven't been to personal with one another. Julio finally reached his boss's office, which happened to be a crumbled hotel, and knocked cordially to hear a gruff "Who is it?" When Julio finally entered the room, he found Max, his lord sitting behind his desk eating the rarest of delicacy's: a chicken. Only the most powerful people in the world could eat one of these rare creatures. Julio, himself had been raised on bone extract and had never even seen a real chicken meal. As the smell filled his nose, he became sick as a pang of hunger attacked. His Lord was growing impatient as he growled, "So whadda hell happened?" Max, was a mountain of a man. His shirt was stained with sweat and greese as roll after roll of fat fought to stay concealed in the ever stretching shirt clinging to his back. Whenever Max wasn't eating he was sucking on an unlight cigar or rolling it in his fingers. The cigar was the only one left in the world and had to be at least twenty five years old. The smell was unbearable. On Max's arm was a tattoo of an Elephant, although Julio didn't know the name of the animal, for it had been extinct now for fifty years. Max had seen him looking at the tattoo once and told him that the beast was known as a Tiger. This beast would suck a man's flesh off in five seconds flat with it's enormous trunk. Julio felt a shiver go down his spine as he watched Max suck the flesh off the chicken before his eyes. Seeing his boss grow more impatient, Julio timidly told him the story. At first he saw a wave of anger sweep across his Lord's face, but it quickly vanished with a sudden placid stare and then a grin. Max explained, as he threw a piece of chicken to his three-legged dog, that he understood perfectly and he appreciated Julio's honesty. He then stood up, which startled Julio, as he had never seen Max on his feet, and spoke sternly "Julio, you understand dis, if you evah miss anyting up like dis, den you'll end up right back on da rubble where I's found ya, capeesh?" Julio understood perfectly and accepted a new piece of neatly folded paper, which he tucked in his tattered coat's pocket almost sacredly. He wouldn't mess up this time; he could never live in the rubble again. Fate has no mercy for the ignorant however. Julio finally made it to his destination: A small rebel group by the name of Genocide. He smiled on the inside as he realized that his boss, had sent him to make peace with; perhaps even form an alliance with one of the most powerful rebel groups in the known world. Well, that's what Julio was there for, but little did he know that HE was the piece offering. The men looked at Julio with starving eyes after reading the paper and were instantly upon him, tearing at his young flesh with greedy teeth and nails. Julio tried to manage a scream, but it quickly became drowned out as they bit down on his throat. Julio made a fine meal, that day, and Max became a little bit more powerful. All the while a forboding hand burst out of a pile of rubble seven miles away.

I'm now 25.