Some goddamn thing about thread titles or something-I'm not sure as I haven't kept up
 

...with things very well but I'm sure there was some kind of thing about this. Was it an aspect ratio thing? Should we implement aspect rationing? Remember, rash actions lead to ass rashes. Better to cache stashes than slash 'staches.

If your thread title is long enough, you don't have to worry about posting a poast

If your thread title is long enough to whap me across the face in the morning, you already have enough sausage and I'm not making you breakfast.

I'm not a poaching poster I'm a poaching poster's son I'm only posting poachees til the poachee postings done.

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This thread is not phone friendly.

Not PC friendly either.

Not dolphin friendly either.



Fuck you, Flipper.

shark

Hitler

This is simply ridiculous spin you spewin' and flew in when you damn-well knewin' that sibilance, asinine assonant jackass asshattery won't get you farther than flattery, splattering symbolic smatterings, iambic pentameters, spent-up memes, jpeg artifacts and six-inch deep clap'd ass-cheeks.


: : : deep breath : : : come to Austin and watch me do lines of Ritalin Eminem at karaoke

Yo! You gonna thrown down in this ho down? You need a smack down with ho clown? your meta-patter don't matter, your verse is the worse, your analytic panegyric got hysteric and #$%& Imma middle aged white guy I have no idea what I'm doing here.

Now you gon' back down, ass-hat clown, with frowny emoticons all on your old dong? I ain't hearin' it, bleary-eyed bibliophiles ain't got shit on yo synonyms, fittin' in trimmed-up bikini style midi files, URLs gone wild, unfurlin' sheets of street beats, doin' 12 ounces curlin' then hurlin'

How he gonna come up against the rents you wanna sum up? Prevent the bent will you represent yo mamma brung up a ment-al patient and all the rest was never meant to stand the test of time, you clown, we flowin now I won't pretend ,my ADD was sent, from up above like yours and who you love I must ignore you bore me and I snore to your... your bedtime rhymes that's all they're for. A sleep aid, you're played, you won't get laid that way, I am afraid you're in a rage. Work for a wage Drivin your cage the weekdays, you won't get paid for rhymes on Saturdays. behind the mic at some bar, takin the beat out too far you goin chokey on karaoke, that's okee dokee, we all expect it, you wrecked it, I know cuz I checked it.

Da da dum da dumm dum

Thought I was not gonna hear from you queers on this board, I got bored, but then what's this here? Participant's jibberish scribbles are lanquishing lazy, dangling participles like crazy. That notwithstanding, your ass, handed, silver-plattered, 'cause scatter-brained patter is not weighty matters. Anyways jimbo, your rhymes are in limbo, see I got your number—I know ‘cause I called it and got a pop-up of a sloppy-ass, scruffy-faced scrub lookin’ all like "What’s in your wallet?"

: : : drops the mic : : :

um, hello, is this thing on?

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TITS!


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