Post by TFP on Nov 8, 2008 22:44:57 GMT -4
Dark pink, dark purple, medium pink, medium purple, light pink, medium purple, tickle-me-pink and tickle-me-purple... ugh, disgusting colours that are often defined as gay. But, that's what happens when you step into the city that is known as Madison, Wisconsin that is also known as Gaysville, USA. Says who? teh slaxorz, of course. And this is because of one person and one person only: MJ Storm. MJ is super ghey, mega ghey, uber ghey, ultra ghey, extremly ghey, super saiyan ghey, ultra saiyan ghey, espo saiyan ghey, pokeghey, pharmaghey who doesn't belive in God. Why? Because God shuns the gay people who detest the Bible and their Biblical ways. God didn't make gay people that go around people blonde streaks in their hair or go to shopping malls to have sprees and buy leather purses and expensive shoes, he made gay people for us to beat on with paddles, poles, steel-chairs, lead-pipes, un-finished tables, trash-cans, steel-stairs, fire-extinguishers, antique coffee tables, dining room sets, keyboards, pianos, electric guitars, water bottles, milk-jugs, step-ladders, barbells, dumbells, boxing gloves, cat-litter, dog-treats, Swiffers, brooms, mops, salt, pepper, sugar, cinnamon, apples, oranges, grapes, bananas, CD's, DVD's, VCR's, dresser drawers, alarm clocks, Eucerin Emollient, Tape dispensers, flash-lights, fans, glue, dictionaries, Kleenex boxes, model cars, posters, wooden carvings, television remotes, satellite receivers, measuring scales, PS2's, X-Boxes, Game-Cubes, Dreamcasts, Atari's, belts, jackets, sweaters, pants, socks, underwear, shorts, plates, bowls, spoons, forks, knives, sporks, spives, knoons, spoives, kniorks, soup-cans, butter, margarine, ovens, stoves, microwaves, refrigerators, counter-tops, kitchen sinks, doorknobs, old-tests, computer monitors, keyboards, mouse-pads, backpacks, Final Fantasy 7 walkthrough books, stencil writers, collectors coins, old photos, belt-buckles, nearly expired calenders, pencils, pens, markers, Sharpies, scissors, puffers, clothes-baskets, deoderant, Axe, razors, nail-clippers, flossers, toothbrushes, toothpaste, mouthwash, squeek toys and of course our own favourite; porn of Women showing off their Boobs!
But really, it's not all that necessary. They are just a few suggestions that come to mind. The only thing that you really need to beat gay people is say "love pussy"? Then they don't know what to say for many reasons. If they lie, then they are going straight to hell because they are gay. God hates gay people most because they are against his ways of what he thinks is right for humanity. They lie because they are afraid of coming out if they aren't. So because of that question and them of not knowing the real answer, their head spins round and round and round... then... BOOM! It blows up like a Piñata and there is nothing good inside. Not even a free shopping spree coupon that allows you to buy a super awesome remote control robot that you have wanted to buy for a long time.
Bob Pocket: "Hey, guy... we're in Gaysville, USA! Stop talking. We've got some stuff to do."
PJ Curtis: "Like buy new suits!"
Anchorman's Channel 4 News Team Jump!
teh slaxorz: "YAY!"
The two begin to walk to a huge shopping mall where a bunch of fruity looking guys walk into with styled hair, ghey muscle shirts and tight pants. They see teh slaxorz walk by and they get disgusted by normal male obesity and body hair. Yeah, they went to this destination with no shirts on. They are cool like that. Bob and PJ don't care what they think because these people are super ghey.
PJ Curtis: "Do you feel uncomfortable here?"
Bob Pocket: "No?"
PJ Curtis: "I mean... you're wearing a mask when you're shirtless, I have sunglasses on when I'm shirtless. It's freezing up here, so my nipples are a tad bit cold and hard enough to cut diamonds."
Bob Pocket: "We're in Gaysville, USA... they find that kind of stuff kinky."
PJ Curtis: "What do they think about chains, whips, handcuffs... you know, that kind of stuff?"
Bob Pocket: "Buy some and find out."
PJ Curtis: "I'll pass..."
MJ Storm suddenly walks by with four fruity-looking guys who have on their shirts 'The Fab 5'. teh slaxorz look disgusted. MJ stops.
PJ Curtis: "It's MJ!"
MJ: "Not in Madison, boys... here I'm called Mghey, right darlings?"
They nod while doing hand-gestures and ghey poses.
Bob Pocket: "AW! SICK! GROSS! GHEY!"
MGhey: "So boys, I see that you've won yourselves a couple of Titles in the W2K. You're lucky, so lucky. But that's all right 'cause it has brought you on tour here. Oh, and I though that I would mention that I love your little banner at the bottom of your layout, lolz."
PJ Curtis: "Huh? I don't speak ghey."
Bob laughs.
Bob Pocket: "Nice one, PJ, lol."
PJ Curtis: "Seriously though, what did he say?"
Bob Pocket: "He said that we were drop-dead gorgeous."
PJ Curtis: "Damn right!"
PJ rubs his nipples.
PJ Curtis: "So, uhh... I'm having a beer tonight."
MGhey: "Ohh, puhlease... I drink cocktails.
teh slaxorz: "!!!.F.A.G.!!!"
Bob Pocket: "All right, listen... get away from us, we're buying suits. For straight people."
MGhey: "In Madison?"
!!!ROFLMAOLOL33T!!! teh slaxorz shrug and continue on. They enter a mall that basically gives them weird feelings. They grab paper bags in the entry of the store and place them over their heads so that they can't be seen by anybody. They hurry into a store that is about around the back of the mall and they take the bags off of their heads once they are far in the back. They find some suits in the place and they look at them. Plaid suits. Striped suits. Checkered suits. Plain suits. Also... ghey suits. A guy who works there walks to them.
Ghey Worker: "So what's are you looking for, darlings?"
PJ Curtis: "Eww, you're ghey."
Bob Pocket: "Get away, ghey man."
Ghey Worker: "I guess that I'm going to have to call security."
He pulls out a ghey phone and calls security. Two ghey officers in leather pants and suspenders come out from a ghey portal in the back of the store with whips and chains and handcuffs. They chase after Bob and PJ who run out of the place. They leave the mall scared and PJ stops, looking to his side.
PJ Curtis: "Look, Bob! Over there! Many women are caged!"
Bob shakes his head.
Bob Pocket: "No time! We'll be in there like them, or even worse, gayified."
PJ Curtis: "If I get caged with them, is that such a bad thing?"
Bob Pocket: "Let's just go."
They run ahead to their hot dog limo that has been painted super ghey colors with ghey additions and stuff to it. It speeds off with ABBA playing. Bob pulls out a cell-phone and dials a number.
Bob Pocket: "Is Hamid there? ... ... ... Yeah, yeah... All right, I'll wait... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... C'mon you dune-coon! ... ... ... ... Hamid! You're there? ... ... All right, good, good. See, you know how our limo has been ruined over the past couple of tours? ... ... Yeah, something happened to it again. It's gayified now! ... ... ... No, no. PJ didn't do a THING! ... ... ... What? ... NO! I didn't do ballsac to it. It was Gaysville, USA... ... yeah, it might have been MGhey, I'm not sure... ... ... But I'm not rolling around in this gheyass thing anymore. It's ghey enough as it is as a hot dog, Hamid! ... ... Argh, fine... but when this is over, no more tours! Bye..."
PJ Curtis: "So?"
Bob Pocket: "Two more desinations to go, bud. Two more."
Fade out.
But really, it's not all that necessary. They are just a few suggestions that come to mind. The only thing that you really need to beat gay people is say "love pussy"? Then they don't know what to say for many reasons. If they lie, then they are going straight to hell because they are gay. God hates gay people most because they are against his ways of what he thinks is right for humanity. They lie because they are afraid of coming out if they aren't. So because of that question and them of not knowing the real answer, their head spins round and round and round... then... BOOM! It blows up like a Piñata and there is nothing good inside. Not even a free shopping spree coupon that allows you to buy a super awesome remote control robot that you have wanted to buy for a long time.
Bob Pocket: "Hey, guy... we're in Gaysville, USA! Stop talking. We've got some stuff to do."
PJ Curtis: "Like buy new suits!"
Anchorman's Channel 4 News Team Jump!
teh slaxorz: "YAY!"
The two begin to walk to a huge shopping mall where a bunch of fruity looking guys walk into with styled hair, ghey muscle shirts and tight pants. They see teh slaxorz walk by and they get disgusted by normal male obesity and body hair. Yeah, they went to this destination with no shirts on. They are cool like that. Bob and PJ don't care what they think because these people are super ghey.
PJ Curtis: "Do you feel uncomfortable here?"
Bob Pocket: "No?"
PJ Curtis: "I mean... you're wearing a mask when you're shirtless, I have sunglasses on when I'm shirtless. It's freezing up here, so my nipples are a tad bit cold and hard enough to cut diamonds."
Bob Pocket: "We're in Gaysville, USA... they find that kind of stuff kinky."
PJ Curtis: "What do they think about chains, whips, handcuffs... you know, that kind of stuff?"
Bob Pocket: "Buy some and find out."
PJ Curtis: "I'll pass..."
MJ Storm suddenly walks by with four fruity-looking guys who have on their shirts 'The Fab 5'. teh slaxorz look disgusted. MJ stops.
PJ Curtis: "It's MJ!"
MJ: "Not in Madison, boys... here I'm called Mghey, right darlings?"
They nod while doing hand-gestures and ghey poses.
Bob Pocket: "AW! SICK! GROSS! GHEY!"
MGhey: "So boys, I see that you've won yourselves a couple of Titles in the W2K. You're lucky, so lucky. But that's all right 'cause it has brought you on tour here. Oh, and I though that I would mention that I love your little banner at the bottom of your layout, lolz."
PJ Curtis: "Huh? I don't speak ghey."
Bob laughs.
Bob Pocket: "Nice one, PJ, lol."
PJ Curtis: "Seriously though, what did he say?"
Bob Pocket: "He said that we were drop-dead gorgeous."
PJ Curtis: "Damn right!"
PJ rubs his nipples.
PJ Curtis: "So, uhh... I'm having a beer tonight."
MGhey: "Ohh, puhlease... I drink cocktails.
teh slaxorz: "!!!.F.A.G.!!!"
Bob Pocket: "All right, listen... get away from us, we're buying suits. For straight people."
MGhey: "In Madison?"
!!!ROFLMAOLOL33T!!! teh slaxorz shrug and continue on. They enter a mall that basically gives them weird feelings. They grab paper bags in the entry of the store and place them over their heads so that they can't be seen by anybody. They hurry into a store that is about around the back of the mall and they take the bags off of their heads once they are far in the back. They find some suits in the place and they look at them. Plaid suits. Striped suits. Checkered suits. Plain suits. Also... ghey suits. A guy who works there walks to them.
Ghey Worker: "So what's are you looking for, darlings?"
PJ Curtis: "Eww, you're ghey."
Bob Pocket: "Get away, ghey man."
Ghey Worker: "I guess that I'm going to have to call security."
He pulls out a ghey phone and calls security. Two ghey officers in leather pants and suspenders come out from a ghey portal in the back of the store with whips and chains and handcuffs. They chase after Bob and PJ who run out of the place. They leave the mall scared and PJ stops, looking to his side.
PJ Curtis: "Look, Bob! Over there! Many women are caged!"
Bob shakes his head.
Bob Pocket: "No time! We'll be in there like them, or even worse, gayified."
PJ Curtis: "If I get caged with them, is that such a bad thing?"
Bob Pocket: "Let's just go."
They run ahead to their hot dog limo that has been painted super ghey colors with ghey additions and stuff to it. It speeds off with ABBA playing. Bob pulls out a cell-phone and dials a number.
Bob Pocket: "Is Hamid there? ... ... ... Yeah, yeah... All right, I'll wait... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... C'mon you dune-coon! ... ... ... ... Hamid! You're there? ... ... All right, good, good. See, you know how our limo has been ruined over the past couple of tours? ... ... Yeah, something happened to it again. It's gayified now! ... ... ... No, no. PJ didn't do a THING! ... ... ... What? ... NO! I didn't do ballsac to it. It was Gaysville, USA... ... yeah, it might have been MGhey, I'm not sure... ... ... But I'm not rolling around in this gheyass thing anymore. It's ghey enough as it is as a hot dog, Hamid! ... ... Argh, fine... but when this is over, no more tours! Bye..."
PJ Curtis: "So?"
Bob Pocket: "Two more desinations to go, bud. Two more."
Fade out.