i think right..

+rep Yes, i do think that i am funny

NERD!

+rep nerd

we used to staple our testicles together

we used to do 9/11 back in the day

+rep never let him catch his uber!

twink

f​uck you

+rep best erp princess

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my daddy

♥♥♥♥ you falco

frick you falco

♥♥♥♥ you falco

Get it? Falgot? ♥♥♥♥♥♥? Get it?

Eugh,,, Falco? More like falgot

NERD

gone to soon. rest in peace, falco.

You've been a good friend to us all, you were a good soldier, it's a shame your life was taken on the Indian-Pakistani borders. Thank you for being there for us all. Rest in peace, Falco.

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♥♥♥♥ you falco (love you bbg)

they told me farting was badsoul but it was good in the end

games are bad they make you mad

games are bad they make you mad

sensei stepped up to me, ♥♥♥♥ in his hand. i told him i was ready to fight the fiending powers of divine sword-fighting. 'so be it.', he boomed across the arts room. took my stance, and made a loud grunt signalling i was ready to go. with a quick dash, he was already across the room. three swings, i nailed him down. projectiled backwards he stepped up again, 'that all you got..?' he said, grinning...

its just cause you have a massive gaper ♥♥♥♥♥

do u even have a рenis or are u just one giant рussy

pinnacle of comedy but steals my zingers

do you even have a penis or are you one of those hermaphrodites born without genitals

falco pawnch!!

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"Long ago, a race of men existed known as the Afro. This race became extinct following the thousands year war."
Don spoke strong and confidently. His voice echoed through the awe inspiring hall where the thirty most intelligent human beings in the world were there to hear it. Then the hall erupted with laughter. It was humiliating.
Don's findings were rejected. His recovered script describing the afro was confiscated by church authority and promptly incinerated. It all made so much sense to him. The afro was the missing variable, the thing that hooked it all together. Perhaps the world was millions of years old, perhaps the Afro came before the Glazic.
In the end, it did not matter. The world would continue on, leaving the past behind. In time, even Don forgot all about it.
"I suppose It's true then."
"The afro never existed."
"But Sky Light did...."

It was a thousand years since the thousands years war. They call that time the rise of the Begotten. The absolute test of Glazic faith. The grand Lord Maximus taking his final stance against the hordes of death. Yet Don believed little in those pages. How could this world be only a few thousand years old? Surely, a chapter was missing.
Then it was discovered. Hidden between the lines, far into the old script, the missing variable became known. A few lines, barely legible, described a creature with black skin and disgusting features. It described what was known as a 'afro.' Don read every old script, every Glazic tale from the start and finish of the thousands year war.
Never before had he ever read of something known as a 'afro.'
"This debate is now in session. Penmaster Victus Don, present your findings."

"How was your Sol today?"
Don had spent his entire Sol in the study hall. It was the inconsistencies, the missing variables. The stories, the scripture, everything. Something was horribly wrong.
"Quite fine indeed. Not a single person to be seen, as expected."
"Have you finished your thanks to the Glaze, perhaps?"
Don had no time for faith. He was the top of his class, a man of pen and paper. He did not slave away in the fields like the Gores, he sought intellect. Still, the pestilent dreadlord persisted. He knew the Glaze would not help him.
"Not now. Have you summoned the scholars?"
"Hm? Yes, they are soon to arrive. Personally, I think this is a waste of time. This debate will prove nothing."
There it was again. Don was being deceived. These beings call themselves intellectuals, yet they rely on outdated scripture. He was surrounded by fools.

falco!

falco

boilded!

yeah