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Simpsons Piss

I feel like nothing highlights the current culture we find ourselves in better than Simpsons porn. think about it, when the Simpsons was in its prime, it's absolute golden era, it was the talk of the whole world. A sitcom that was edgy and not like the family friendly sitcoms of the past? Unheard of! So it gained extreme popularity with the youth and really began to shape the culture of the 90s. The Simpsons really should have ended in the 90s as well, and yet it still has new episodes coming out to this day. No cancelation or anything, but constant episodes that's messages are completely lost on today's youth because they simply weren't around to experience the culture of the 90s. So what do we have now? 30+ SEASONS in the Simpsons are completely out of ideas, even the youth that once heralded the Simpsons as revolutionary is turning their back on it with characters like Apu. Now all the Simpsons are really memorable for is extremely low quality porn. Think about how many quotes by the Simpsons were floating around in the 90s, now think about a skngle memorable quote by them now.
That's right
"Bart get out, I'm piss"
That's all. Not even written by the original cast or anything, just some horny foreign guy probably.
Lisa is telling the audience (Bart) to leave, the shows over, that's a wrap
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Simpsons Weed

Do you think Homer Simpson could smoke weed? I imagine him often, lighting a blunt or a joint (delivery system for marijuana smoke). He lights it with a basic plastic lighter. He takes the first puff. His eyes widen. He is surprised at the potency of the smoke, but he enjoys it. He enjoys the taste. At first, the burnt aroma is off-putting, but he soon learns to appreciate the aromatic, herbal notes present in the weed smoke. He luxuriates in the smoke. It surrounds him like a comforting blanket. As he takes his second hit, he marvels at the intricate network of woven "hairs. on the surface of the marijuana bud. It reminds him of a tapestry he once saw at the town museum. He is getting higher and higher with every hit. He's never felt this way before. He experiments with smoke rings, exhaling through his nose. He feels that his mind is awakened. He is in a dreamlike state. He feels comfortable. His muscles relax. He is surprised when he notices how thirsty he is. He has never smoked marijuana before and he thought the thirst inducing properties of marijuana were purely fictional. He drinks a glass of unsweetened iced tea. Marge has been encouraging him to drink unsweetened tea instead of beer or soda to help him control his weight. In the past he drank the tea with reluctance and without enjoyment. But now that he is high he notes the complex flavor of the tea. It is smoky, bitter, tannic. He enjoys it. He is amazed that something as simple as iced tea is bringing him so much happiness. He picks up a chunk of marijuana from the kitchen table. "I could get used to this," he thinks. "I've never felt this way. All of my senses are heightened. I feel serene, yet alert. I never want to stop being high. I want to be like this forever. I've fallen in love with marijuana and I never want to stop smoking."
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Simpsons death.jpg

Hi iam Jamie and i like the Simpsons. It was a show from fox made in 1989 they did a crossover with family guy, which was good so i wanted to get some dvds of Simpsons. then i saw vhs tape of the Simpsons so i ordered it. and it came 5 days later it looked normal but when i looked at it more the more it was werid i took the cover of and it was just a photo of the Simpsons gravestone that said rip the Simpsons i put it in my vhs player the intro was backwards but then it showed a dvd menu of the Simpsons house even though it was lazy and boring i just wanted to watch some season 1 but then something caught my eye there was a episode called Simpsons death.jpg there wasnt a episode of it so when i clicked on it there was just static of screaming and crying but then the intro played it was normal but it looked different there was a scene from dead bart the episode played with homer just in bed for 10 hours when i tried to fast forward it that was just the same thing so i wanted to get a drink before continuing but then i heard some screaming the tv screen was homer with a noose hanging himself with a note that said for the dumb things he thing and that hes sorry for everything hes done then the episode was marge lisa bart and maggie at the funeral but something was off. it looked like what they used to look like and the quality was awful then it cut to the bart getting run over by a car by suicide maggie chocking on her pacifier lisa drowning and marge stabbing her self then it ended with a black screen and yellow text like in the credits but then there was a gravestone of the simpsons like in the dvd cover. the vhs tape came out i had nightmares of that vhs tape of them killing themselves and but the simpsons never had that episode but then i got a email it was the person that sent me it he said that it was a episode he recorded on the vhs tape and he never thought the episode would go dark. I still like the simpsons but that vhs tape is in the basement so no one can find it.
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Sims 3: Robot Butler Madness

I've been playing this game called-Sims 3 (pc version) I have been a fan since it first came out. I was such a fan of it, that I got the Sims Ambitions Pack. When I played it one day, Something mysterious and odd happend.
I made this family with two children, a wife and a husband. It was the perfect family. I clicked save, and starting playing. I played it for a while. I made really good progress during the days.
I learned this thing called "Treasure points" I didn't even know that it existied. I had alot of treasure points, I forget how much it was, I think it was close to 50,000. But it was something called "Robot-Butler." I read the description, It seemed very helpful. So I got it.
That was the wrong decision I made that day.
Right when I got the butler, My family just had a new baby boy named, Josh. My other children had grown-up. One had her own house, One was a teenager. When I got the butler, I seemed curious because, I don't think Sims 3 would be that cruel or gory. It was blood stained, pure white eyes.. I just went with it.
I looked up some pictures on Google. The other photos didn't even look like that robot.
When I came back to my game. The robot was standing next to the crib and was about to cuddle with the baby. The walls were pitch black, The baby's eyes were white with no pupils, The skin was almost totally off and you could see his bones, The robot looked exactly the same when the first time i got it.
I said quietly to myself. "I thought the game was paused.."
I tried to stop the butler it wouldn't click on him! When he sat the baby down back in it's crib... He was dead. The butler ran out of the house and started to kill everyone.. Suspiciously he went to my daughter's house first which was on the other side of town. He killed every one of my friends and co-workers. He finally went to the "Goth's" House (Mayors of town) and killed them. He was finally done killing everyone, Except me and my husband. I heard a loud screech I was so terrifyfied I turned off my game & never played it again.
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Sir Llama Toast .VS. The EVIL PATRIXXX

==How it began==
One hot day Sir Llama Toast and PATRIXXX were hanging out when Sir Llama Toast attempted to eat PATRIXXX's pie. PATRIXXX got angry and told him to not eat his pie! But Sir Llama Toast did anyway... PATRIXXX then kicked Sir Llama Toast in the gut, and that's how the greatest battle in Trollpasta history began!
==The Fight==
After PATRIXXX kicked Sir Llama Toast in the gut, Sir Llama Toast hit him with his SauceBeam causing PATRIXXX to be sent flying. Then PATRIXXX hit Sir Llama Toast with a Patrilaser, which Sir Llama Toast fails to dodge.
Lazers were flying, swords were falling, and soon enough bombs were dropping!
After many hours, PATRIXXX was tired so Sir Llama Toast won.
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Sir Patrixxx

==NOMAL EDITCHUN==
HI GUIZE IMMA GONNA TELL YOO ABOUT THE TYME EVIL PATRIXX KILD MEE 234,798,095.5 TIMZ. SO WUN DAE I WUZ UPDTIN MAH FACEBUK SATUS WHEN EVIL PATRIXX POPED OUTT OV MI SCREEN. HE SED YOU WILL DIE AND CREATED A MIND **** BALL OF DESTRUCTION AND THROWED IT ET MEE. I STUD OP END SAA HIM EPIC BELLY PLAYING. HE SUMOND A FIRE JELLE AND I WAS DEAD. DEN HE KILLED ME FO DA REST OF MY LIFE.
==Sir Edition==
Why hello gentleman. I am here to share the story of a quite invincble being who had killed me a total number of 234,798,095.5 times. I was posting a new sentence that says what I was doing right now on the social networking website know as facebook until a very pink gentleman with a cone-shaped head had entered into my house from my current  computer screen.  He stated "You will have to end your current life right now" and created a giant circualur object that looked very destructive and launched it at me. As I stretch my bones and moved them in order to stand up, I had glanced at him and saw that he was colliding his hands with his stomach in order to create a series of rythyms in an epic manner. He then summoned a creature known as the jellyfish covered in fire and also launched it towards me. After that attack, I was currently laying dead. From that day on the being Known as "Evil Patrixxx" has killed me.
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Sirenhead Battles Depression

When I saw the weirdly elongated footprints leading to the smashed chicken coop, I knew just what I was dealing with -- Sirenhead. Our rural Appalachian family has been battling this amplified aberration for generations uncounted. I penned in the surviving chickens, loaded my grandaddy's blunderbuss and waited.
The next night, it began. A distant clucking sound echoing through the forests beyond the perimeter of my humble farm. Then he appeared, standing at the edge of my land with his sirens blaring that weird, echoey chicken noise -- the very voices of the poultry he had slain earlier that day!
I waited in my upstairs window as he approached the chicken pen intent on even more savage slaughter. The chickens were hypnotized by his voice, as if he were some kind of giant chicken messiah come to rapture rather than ruthlessly ravage their ranks. I aimed my gun with steady hand and shouted, "Not this time, Sirenhead!"
He froze for a second, uncertain what to do. Then, with amazing agility for something so ungainly, he dashed for the ruins of the chicken coop and crouched behind them. I could still hear the occasional amplified cluck from his twin sirens. "It's no use, Sirenhead ", I shouted. "I know it's you back there!" I fired a blast as he peeked in my direction from around the corner of the collapsing structure.
With enormous strides, he quickly covered the distance to an old wooden telephone pole that still stands between my old family home and the distant tree line. He awkwardly tried to conceal himself behind it, still clucking plaintively. "I see you, Sirenhead!", I shouted, firing off another shot.
With a sad, loping gate, the inhumanoidly tall figure disappeared into the woods. It's been a few days since, but I know he's out there. I swear I've heard my own voice echo back to me through the trees -- "It's no use, Sirenhead! It's no use, Sirenhead!" I think he's a little depressed, to be honest.
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Skeletal System

Several years ago, I happened to be strolling down a paved driving surface because my automobile had ceased functioning. I witnessed an automobile approaching behind me, so I moved my metacarpal bone where it could be visible to the driver of the automobile. I strolled to the passenger side of the vehicle, and opened the door. When the door opened, a skeletal system appeared.
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Skeleton

Hello my name is Eustace and today I will talk about strange story that happened to me. So one day I decided to go to the walk to the forest. So I was walking there and nothing interesting happened until I saw skeleton. The skeleton looked like normal human skeleton with a top hat, sword and shield, and blood coming out of its eyes.
I hid behind tree but then skeleton cut off tree with his sword tree fell down on the wolf.
I decided to run away but I tripped and skeleton caught me and said "I am very much sorry but your time have come to the end". I was scared then I decided to run away so I was running. Skeleton chased me but then I remembered that skeleton already caught and I was back in his hands.
I took skeleton arm off with his sword and run away but there was nowhere to run away because it was midnight and skeleton started shining and said "You can run but you can't escape me."
Then "I said how are you moving?" skeleton can't move on their own. Then skeleton fell down and stopped moving. The end.
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Skeletons Everywhere

So I woke up one morning and I heard something in my closet I opened it and then a skeleton popped out I was scared so I ran downstairs and tried to ignore what just happened but then in my bowl of cereal was another skeleton I then ran outside in a panic but then I saw a skeleton pop out of the sky he landed on me and started screaming "BONES ARE LOVE BONES ARE LIFE" over and over but I got him off and ran away but soon I saw skeletons in the trees in the ground and in my ears they were rattling their bones super loudly then I look up and saw the sun was a skeleton he said in Sans's voice "It's always been bones kiddo" I look down and see the earth below me is nothing but skeletons they popped out of the ground and piled up on me I woke up surrounded by a bunch of skeletons doing some kind of ritual chanting some shit about bones then they turned me into a skeleton the next time you open your closet I will be waiting...
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Skeletons have feelings too!

Skeleton scared me the other day so I took out my baseball bat and start beating the shit out of it. I broke the ribcage, collarbones, skull, forearms legs and fractured many bones. When I was done I was tired and dropped bat in relief, panting. The skeleton started crying and talked: "Why did you do this to me, mate? I'm a lonely skeleton!" I gasped and realized skeletons have feelings too, this is so sad.
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Skeletons in My Closet

I saw something in my closet. It watched me night. I was frozen in fear. They were coming. I felt paranoid. Those faces made of, something. Something skeletal. Some spooky. Then, the scariest thing happened.
I felt tapping on my door. I slowly opened the door. Nobody was there. I knew something was, different. It was about my house. There's something different. I can feel it.
I saw some news. Before. Deep into the night. I fell alsleep as I moved around. I was hoping everything was OK. I felt nothing. Things felt, off.
What happened was weird, my stomach turned. Woah. Something was a-brewing. I ran to the bathroom. I sat my fat ass on the toilet. I heard a cracking noise. Was the toilet breaking? Yeah? Maybe? No.
It was something else. Yeah. Yeah. I knew something was wrong. Was something wrong? It was.
There was nothing. Yeah. Nothing wrong? I heard the normal Gordon Ramson violin noise. For some reason. I heard my door open. Nobody was home, only I was. No one else.
I heard banging and laughing from a closet. I ran up to it. Someone was saying something. I couldn't make it out. My hands shook violently. Something wasn't right, it was quite the opposite. Nothing was right. It was wrong. Very wrong. I was scared to open it. Yeah. Scared.
Someone was there. Really. Someone was there. I promise. Someone was there in my very closet. My fingernails were ripped off. Then they regrew. Wow. What scary stuff.
Something was there. Someone. Somebody. Me? My friends? Yeah.
It wasn't my friends. I heard a bunch of voices. They were in my head. I didn't have any medicine. Yeah. I had nothing to do. Those voices weren't coming from the closet. They were coming from my head. Including the Gordon Ramsey sound.
These things had something in common. It was scary. This was not normal. Not at all. Yeah. It happened. It will happen again? Yeah? I knew something.
There was nothing. Nothing right? Yes. Everything wrong? Yeah. Stuff was different. Yeah. Stuff was odd. I heard a chilling noise of what sounded like bones. I finally managed to open the closet. What I saw was horrifying. Then, it happened. They went out. Jumping. They went out. For me. The fact is, then, a skeleton popped out! If you ever hear bones in your closet, please, do not open it. Otherwise, you will be next to face the spookiness of the skeletons of the closet.
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Skellington in the Attic

I was babysitting my older 25 year old sister because my stupid parents don't want her having a boyfriend. So the phone rings and its like "Hey dude put your sister on the phone" and I tell him "No, Kyle, my parents hate you." Then I felt a hard smack in the back of my head. I should probably mention that Kyle is my best friend and he was sitting next to me the whole time. I completely forgot and now I was wondering who that was on the other phone? So I *69'd the number while Kyle stormed out of my house. He also stole my xbox but it's okay because he's going to sell it for money so he can buy his mom medicine for her anemia.
The call picked up after 666(!) rings and it said "This is Skellington. Give me your sister if you want to see her again". Now this logic didn't really follow because my sister was sitting right next to me blowing Kyle (he came back while I was waiting for *69). I called hte phone company to trace the call AND THEY SAID IT WAS COMING FROM INSIDE THE UPSTAIRS. then they said to give Skellington my sister if I ever wanted to see her again. I was completely terrified by this point because how did Skellington get the phone people too?? I asked Kyle "Yo back me up here" and he said "naw man I'm too scared just give Skellington your sister" and was like "BUT I NEVER TOLD YOU ABOUT SKELLINGTON". I screamed and threw my phone at him. The phone shattered against his face and now he owes me a new one. He broke out into evil laughter and a skellingbone popped out of his pants and he gashed me in the ass. I ran into my dark basement and locked hte door. I am posting from a computer down here and I here banging at the door going "GIVE UP YOUR SISTER TO SKELLINGTON IF YOU WANT HER TO LIVE", and maybe it's the bloodloss (seriously my mom is going to be pissed about all this blood... I also pooped a little) but the logic still doesn't follow because I left my sister upstairs with Kyel.
Wht do sns? oh god hti bloo od los is gting me lkght geded
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Skellocalypse Now

For years, scientists had predicted it. Now there was no denying its reality. The Skellocalypse was at hand. As we gazed out upon the cemetery from inside the boarded up church, one grave after another succumbed to its effects.
First the soil would churn and boil like liquid. Then a fully articulated skeleton would pop out and amble off on the direction of the nearby hardware or sporting goods store. Some malign instinct drove them to arm themselves with whatever primitive weapon they could wrap their bony fingers around. Sometimes it was a tire iron; sometimes a baseball bat or crossbow. Never a gun, for some reason. Often a trash can lid would serve as a shield for the off hand. Then the damned creature would set about slaying any who crossed its path.
They were skilled combatants and much tougher than they looked. Hits which should have broken their bones would cause them to simply fly apart and then reassemble as if by some infernal cartoon magic. Particularly devestating blows could hurt them, whereupon they would jettison the damaged parts and fuse the remainder to one of their brethren. Abominations formed from two or more damaged or incomplete skeletons made for fearsome if bizarre foes.
The skeletons have as yet made no attempt to violate our sanctuary. Are they repelled by its sanctity, or have they yet to realize our presence within? For now, we can only wait and OH GOD THEY'RE BREAKING IN WHAT IS THIS I DON'T EVEN
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