and then Jesus came back to life raped 3 goats and told us that EVERY RELIGION IS WRONG!

While we're on the subject of true current events, your mothers ass tastes like strudel.

My dick is so big, there's still snow on it in the summertime.

My dick is so big, it won't return Spielberg's calls.

My dick is so big, it graduated a year ahead of me from high school.

My dick is so big, I'm already fucking a girl tomorrow.

My dick is so big, Henry Aaron used it to hit his 750th home run.

It's so big, when it rains the head of my dick doesn't get wet.

My dick is so big, a homeless family lives underneath it.

My dick is so big, I use a hula hoop as a cock ring.

My dick is so big, Trump owns it.

My dick is so big, I'm it's bitch.

My dick is so big, I could fuck a tuba

My dick is so big, the city was going to build a statue of it but they ran out of cement.

My dick is so big, it's right behind you.

Noun, A disease you get from chewing to much.

I will also give a dollar a day away.... no $2!!!!..... for anyone who will send me a single dog testicle in the mail. i guess a set would be worth a fiver.

For more information on where to send your delicious little treats PM .

Bonus points if you include sweet and sour sauce and maybe a lil soy sauce.

*****DISCLAIMER******

Mr Krysis is not asking you to go around and hurt animals or "neuter" your own dogs, only send in dog testicles if you just already seem to have them lying about. Only dog testicles will be accepted, all cat balls will be deep fried, rolled around in dirt, and sent back to you in a package containing gay porn so your parents think your fruity. Only contestants in the 48 immediate states, along with Canada, and some European countries shall be eligible to win, basically all of them except for France... cause come on, we know you queers eat your dogs balls everyday anyway.

Bonus points are absolutely useless in most countries, and only redeemable from a 14 yr old legless Taiwanese hooker in Bangkok who goes by the moniker "Gravel Pooter" that of course being translated into English, you'll have to learn to speak the native tongue and translate it accordingly.

All submissions should be shipped no later then 12/22/08, as the contest ends 12/31/08.

By agreeing to the above you waive all liability of my influence over your fragile little mind, and also give me the right to any and all pictures of your mom. Print this out and sign and date on the lines below and include form in your package along with a return address for your possible winnings.

Name __________________________ Date ___/___/___

I've made peace with the fact that not a lot of people like me here... but since when do normal people go looking for friends, and care what people think, on the internet.

So you gotta problem with me? FUUUUUCK YOOOOU I could care less hahahahahahahahaha

So to sum it all up.... here...

Yeah... that sums it up.

There is a cartoon entitled "Fucking Kids!" on the front page, and in it, a man beats and rapes a child.

HOW IS THAT FUNNY TO ANYONE? If you find that the least bit humorous, you should be psychologically examined, or your probably already a pedophile.

Forget about the interesting art style, and the fact that the person has a history of making some rather odd and creepy flashes. It's not about their skill, its that they made a disgusting piece of animated child rape and murder.

Something has to be done about this, and I hope I'm not the only one who feels this way.

The Dope Fiend Adventures of Bobby the Big Blue Bubble.

It was 12 years ago to this day I met a certain character, the likes of which was so far beyond my imagination, when I think of him, I still get chills down my spine -- and a massive erection.

Yes, that was a terrible run on sentence, but if you knew Bobby the Big Blue Bubble, you would understand what I just said was both an understatement and in no way gay. Bobby had a way a way of making you laugh so hard that blood would immediately leave your head and rush right to your penis, giving you a nice fully engorged look that thrilled the ladies and excited sailors everywhere.

Bobby grew up a poor bubble in the mean streets of Ontario. He was not only made of soap, but made of Canadian. A hearty man with a laugh that rumbled the very room he stood in. His family ran an orchard just outside the city limits, and prospered exponentially.

Yet, with great fortune, came great problems. As the great '90s philosopher Biggie Smalls put it, "The more money we come upon, the more problems we see."

Rival orchards rose up in defiance of their greatness, each trying to steal the very lively hood of the bubble family. Some even resorted to sabotage.

It wasn't until Bobby the Big Blue Bubble ran into Sylvia the Malaria Infested Fruit Wench, that things took a turn for the worse. You see, Sylvia was the daughter of the biggest rival orchard, Malaria Downs, and she slowly seduced and gained the trust of Bobby, convincing him to eat one of her "Special Apples".

These Malaria Downs apples were no ordinary apples, they were filled with heroin. Used to make people addicted to their product, and also as a way to smuggle drugs across the border. The idea was born of the fact that so much infected food passes though America's borders without inspection. Why sell e-coli lettuce for eighty eight cents a head when you can sell smack apples for fifteen bucks a piece?

Sylvia did eventually fall in love with Bobby, and confessed her intentions to him, and explained that he was feeling so sick lately because he needed some dope. Together they started a drug induced journey that brought them to the gates of Hell, and back again... and then to Mexico.

Having met a few nice dope dealers in hell, they got a good hook up, and began running drugs across the border from Mexico into Arizona, by way of a league of 12 yr old professional border jumpers.

All was going well, life was good, if not a little slowly paced. Then one day, a pink vulture wearing a skin tight leotard named Rah Shashingo came into town. She was the kind of woman that could kill with a stare, then feast upon your rotting remains in the middle of the desert.

Once she saw Bobby a fire ignited between her talons that could only be quenched with his sweet man fluids. She cut him with a knife, popping him instantly, sold Sylvia to a Asian sex-slave ring, and overdosed on a mixture of heroin and Mexican sand.

THE END!!!!!

Because i have nothing particularly interesting to say, im writing this for the bloody sake of writing it. There is no hidden messages,potatoor odd meanings, pomegranate, behind it at all.

DONT READ BETWEEN THE LINES!!! Because obviously theres nothing but empty space there, and if you did that, it would make you some kind of weirdo. HAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAAAAAA *sigh*

Now heres a picture of Jesus.