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Tycho and Gabe Bicker CHECK IT OUT! I'M FAMOUS!

Hey hey! You know...it's funny...there have been over 100 hits to this page and yet there are only 2! guestbook entries and one is by me. Is there anything I can do for you loyal fans that might perhaps nudge you in the direction of clicking that friendly little guestbook thing?

In other news, I have some more favorite comics and have updated my random Death to the Extrimest quote thing to include other quote from various happy things.

Commander Kitty!

BIG ANNOUNCEMENT KIDDOS!
i just found my favorite comic ever (so far...maybe)
death to the extremist
enJOY.

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Zuk5000: they made up a song, the aunt jemima song.
Zuk5000: it was just them shouting "aunt jemima".

Zuk5000: they drew pictures of aunt jemima in their bunk room.

Zuk5000: man did they like their aunt jemima.

You can't be me, I'm a Rock Star
I'm rhyming on the top of a cop car
I'm a rebel and my .44 pops far
IT'S ALMOST OVER NOW IT'S ALMOST OVER NOW
Guess, you ain't heard that we swallow guys
It's too damn late to apologize
When you see the mantle or when you see the skies
IT'S ALMOST OVER NOW IT'S ALMOST OVER NOW

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wait bitch, imma blow my kisses, get pissed and throw my dishes, yall niggas know jus who this is, woo woo, and the head so vicious. with me, this shit gon cost, you short? then thas yo lost, you know this ass is soft, make a nigga goto breakin off. diamond, princess, just mind, your buisness, these rumors, are senseless, your whispers, are endless. we livin ghetto fab, we spendin hella cash, this girl is hella bad, your choice is trailer trash.

Hold up, heyyyyyyyy for my niggaz who be thinkin we soft We don't, playyyyyyy We gon' rock it til the wheels fall off Hold up, heyyyyyyyy for my niggaz who be actin too bold Take a, seeaaaaaat Hope you ready for the next episode HeyyyeyyyeEYEYyyyEYYYY.... .... smoke weed everday!

The word "Iraq" may sound like "a rock," as it did to one young child. "He didn't know it was a country," says Judith Myers-Walls, PhD, professor of child development and family studies at Purdue University in Lafayette, Ind. "You just can't predict what kids are thinking," Myers-Walls tells WebMD. After the World Trade Center attack, one child saw boaters on the river, and he asked his mother if the boaters were OK. She realized that, while he did not know the world 'hijacker,' he did know 'kayaker.'"

"Though in my opinion (this is from the archive, actually) the first Devil May Cry "loses cohesion" an hour from the end of the game, Devil May Cry 2 has never even heard of cohesion. "What's that?" it will ask you, with a quizzical look. "Well, Devil May Cry 2," you will say with some exasperation, "Cohesion is when the things that happen in the game, I mean, in you, seem to fit together sensibly and bolster the entire concept."

"Oh," it will say." -tycho

"Let me explain what I mean. The TalkBack section of Ain't It Cool can be likened to the bottom of the internet barrel...Actually it's like if the bottom of the barrel had it's own barrel, with another bottom altogether, that then dripped on an ocean of diseased rats which then lept into a rank sewer." -Tycho

RM: Fools! They have only succeeded in increasing my arrow inventory!

Mindcurser: Except no one would play gamecube with me 'cause they all worked instead of goofing off.
Mindcurser: So I bought some icecream, but it's very cold.
Mindcurser: So now I'm staying warm, but I'm happy I got the chocolate icecream I wanted.

In addition to Spam, were the twin brothers Moxie and Pepsi Dingleberry, both of whom were noisome and easily expendable. They were frisking happily in the meadow. Frito called them to attention, wondering vaguely why Goodgulf had saddled him with two tail-wagging idiots that no one in the town could trust with a burnt out match.
"Let's go, let's go!" cried Moxie.
"Yes, let's," added Pepsi, who promptly took one step, fell directly on his flat head, and managed to bloody his nose.
"Icky!" laughed Moxie.
"Double icky!" wailed Pepsi.
Frito rolled his eyes heavenward. It was going to be a long epic.
(cont'd in Bored of the Rings)

RM: They may be monsters but they're SEA monsters. What're they gonna do? Flop around on the deck and suffocate at us threateningly?

BM: This is taking entirely too long. Hey! Captain talks too much, quiet time is now.
RM: Yeah, but--
BM: QUIET! DEPLOY THE ROCKET BOAT!
Fighter: I think he's crazy.
RM: The stress has clearly gottent he better of him. You DO realize that there are no rocket boats.
BM: Aren't there, Red Mage? AREN'T there? Take for instance, the following evidence which, I'm sure you will find most compelling.
BOATDOCKEN!

Thief: Oh yes, and Corneria is the pinnacle of classy sovereign nomenclature, I take it? It's a nation named after it's primary agricultural product. You could always follow Elfland's lead and name your country after your people. But I don't think POMPOUS DONKEY RIMMER LAND would fit on a T-shirt!"

Oh my good god. Memorandum for: [deleted], Subject: [deleted] Views on Trained Cats [deleted] for [deleted] Use, March 1967, 2 pp. Source: Donation In a project known as “Acoustic Kitty” the Directorate of Science and Technology sought to train a surgically altered cat, wired with transmitting and control devices, to become a mobile, eavesdropping platform. In its first test, the cat was run over by a taxi. According to Victor Marchetti: they slit the cat open, put batteries in him, wired him up. The tail was used as an antenna. They made a monstrosity. They tested him and tested him. They found he would walk off the job when he got hungry, so they put another wire in to override that. Finally, they’re ready. They took it out to a park bench and said “Listen to those two guys. Don’t listen to anything else – not the birds, no cat or dog – just those two guys!” ... They put him out of the van, and a taxi comes and runs him over. There they were, sitting in the van with all those dials, and the cat was dead!3 This heavily redacted memo appears to express the view that cats can be altered and trained to perform certain tasks. At the same time, it notes that “the environment and security factors in using this technique in a real foreign situation force us to conclude that, for our [intelligence] purposes, it would not be practical.”

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