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i’d blow
I wouldn’t
now if it was Angel…
That’s just wrong, man!
I think my mind is overloaded right now with ridiculous thoughts. This is a fail on so many levels. Mostly because his red belt clashes with the rest of that outfit! I guess it’s a good thing this product is red. Otherwise I would freak out!!!!
someone’s a little metro huh…
Is this the same guy as in the Action Comics fail? Makes your eyes water!
it’s another, but still…
i’d do that if not a guy…
Nah I’m just messin around.
Are you kidding? he’s wearing the Primary Colors. You can never go wrong with them together!. Red Blue Yellow.
The additive primaries are way better.
superman did primaries better.
Is nobody aware of the fact that his crotch has a giant hole? If I were him i wouldnt really care that superman wore colourful underwear better than me
yeah i gatta agree with “?”. this makes you question his manhood
Think you’ll find the primaries are RGB, red green blue, or if in print, CMYK, cyan, magenta, yellow and black (k).
Care to expand on your ignorance ?:p
Angel=yummy!
Um, angels, in the sense of biblical tradition, are male, noy if by angel you mean a sexeh Lationo fam, sure, I’d do er
It’s his pose that get’s you right?
He’s got a very expressive sex face
I’d make that face, too, if I just accidentally cut the top of my jimma-jamma off.
I’d make that face if I put an apostrophe in “gets”.
Aren’t you already making that face?
Haha, so would I.
It’s your grammar that gets me. *yanks unnecessary apostrophe out of gets and hurls it out the window*
you mean “gets” not “…gets [sic] …”
/not gramer nazi
// just hate it when they don’t get their grqammer right
wouldn’t that make you a grammar nazi?
The scratches he’d leave on your back would take explaining though.
“Umm… The scratches? Well honey, I was in the zoo and a little kid fell in the tiger cage and I had to rescue him. One of the tigers almost got me…”
The zoo? By yourself? You didn’t take me and the kids? I don’t believe you. You were with a woman, weren’t you? I work and I slave and you’re running around with tramps and telling me you’re at the zoo and expecting me to believe that!!!! How could you??!!! (*breaks down sobbing, talking about how Mother warned me*)
But honey, it was just once! They… err she didn’t mean anything to me!
You blew it off did you?
Eh, just tell her it was with Hugh Jackman. She’ll give you extra sexins just for some Hugh cooties. :p
Yeah, I’m a Hugh Jackman fan so… WIN!
How did the child get out of his cage?
i bet u would
Look, he wants you to blow him (up).
FIRST
Yeah. Fail.
OR NOT…
Hahaha! Great comment! I really didn’t expected that! You sir, are a genius!
Thumbs up!
Sarcasm win!
WTF teh cheeze isn’t here?
Yikes, who was his mohel?
Er.. what’s a mohel?
It’s a snip(per) off the old block.
Ah yes. Just Googled it. A bit of a gap in my knowledge of Jewish cultural tradition, I’m afraid.
goys will be goys and googles will be giggles
wow
Something you don’t shouldn’t mountains out of.
Gah! Proof read fail.
“Wait…stop! ‘Blow’ is just a figure of speech!!”
*goes and does some hammering*
I bet his boner is infused with adamantium.
Bet fail.
Sometimes.. you have to bite these things in order for the air to go in
;]
Wolverine is a BDSM-fan, so it’s alright.
No pain, no gain!
So it’s gonna hurt to eat this doughnut?
Jam content can be dangerous.
LOL – so no biting?
thats how u get slapped
this not x men but xxx men.
I like.
Hey that’s what my mom says my dad does.
thats a burn
just look at those thighs
haha, it’s a win (for him)!
That rather depends who’s doing the blowing. I don’t suppose Jennifer Aniston spends much of her time inflating toys like this, More likely nerdy little boys. Eeek!
Glory Hole Theory
A blow is a good blow no matter who is doing the blowing.
Arrgh! No way! The glory hole thing’s way too risky. The thought of some sausage jockey feasting on my rig the other side of the wall makes me retch.
not really cuz if they have a tongue ring
“You want a piece of me?” now has a different interpretation.
It’s actually just a third nipple.
yea cuz i was gonna say it must be cold
Wow-verine at your service.
I’m beginning to lose my trust in superheroes…
Wolverine’s a real let-down if you don’t blow him…
And Superman tends to rape you. What’s this world coming to?
It’s give and take. They save the day, you make their day.
Sex is a motivation that I understand. Although I would prefer to pay them after being saved.
I guess the world gets the heroes it deserves.
I wonder which little secrets the other superheroes have?
Spiderman’s a fan of Kabaddi.
Professor X was named this for a reason and not just because he’s called Xavier.
And strictly speaking, Pheonix is an ex-man.
And the Iceman cum-eth.
…BUB!!!…
*snork*
Does he play, or just spectate?
He spectates or he’d be blue in the face and not red!
But does he expectorate?
Only if he gets within spitting distance.
Jean Grey is a drag king in her spare time.
Captain America likes to pile up nude super villains. Thumbs up!
The Silver Surfer has a collection of antique merkins.
*roffles*
The Incredible Hulk is a secret ornithologist.
If he stands really still with his arms out, they mistake him for a tree.
Did you know that Ironman is a couch potato? He’s just hanging around smoking weed whenever possible.
I thought he was on the harder stuff. I’m sure he’s been to rehab a couple of times.
I think you’re confusing him with Winehousewoman.
What a cool superheroine. She could use her hair as a deflector shield.
Her hair is where she keeps the attack badgers she befriended.
Oh, that’s her hair? I thought she’s fighting against her nemesis the brain-eating squid.
That starved to death long ago
oviously alot of things
yea its lik the life was just sucked out of him
I likes me some Wolverine. o_O
Maybe Wolverine is a woman or possibly a hermaphrodite.
It does look like an innie-outie, it’ll confuse and scare impressionable youngsters.
It’s confusing and scaring me and I’m way past the impressionable stage.
I’d best send your birthday present back then, I thought it was funny.
It’s not my birthday anyway so you might as well save your money.
*hides stuff under desk*
I knew that.
*raises eyebrow*
*hurriedly dials people cancelling things*
Yes? Erm, your eyebrow looks lovely like that.
*turns back to computer slowly and pretends to be really busy*
You pretend to be busy all day long and nobody believes you. They don’t believe me either.
It’s sweet of you to try convincing them I’m busy too. Thankyou.
You are busy. You’re talking to me.
This is no hardship for me but what I don’t do now I have to make up later.
Talking to you is the important kind of busy
*squeeze*
I have to make up for the time I spend here too, it’s well worth it for the laughs and smiles.
Aw… shucks. Don’t get me all sentimental.
*jammy squeeze*
*wanders into thread*
…All right, why is the floor all sticky?!?
I think they were filming a godaddy.com commercial…
That is way too perfectly placed to be accidental.
That’s how evolution works buddy, natural selection.
I believe that there are people out there with the power to create funny
material objects for us to laugh at so they do. In this case a male has had the power to strategically place the blowing device to the genital area of Wolverine
so he has done so. Just for our enjoyment.
They don’t pay me enough to make this stuff. SO I have to amuse myself…. Toy designer WIN!
Why let Superman have all the fun?
Is it me or all superheroes are major perverts?
Maybe you AND all superheroes?
You’re a superhero?
Well, they DO wear tight spandex.
Admit it. You want to blow dont you. lol
No. U?
This sucks.
Wolverine: “I’m the best there is at what I do, and what I do isn’t very nice.”
Not kidding there, are you Wolvie!
How many blows can a Wolverine take?
The answer my friend, is blowin’ in the wind.
You to can have mutant abilities just put your mouth right here!!!
Best and only way to get to do that kinda stuff of Wolverine… XD
I’d make that face, too, if I just accidentally cut the top of my jimma-jamma off.
Comment repeat fail? Don’t worry; it was just as funny the second time!
You blow into it and it gets erect
He stole your fame! Let’s get him!!!!
lol now that’s a blow hole!
I sent this in a couple days ago with
Inflatable Fail
on the photo, guess FAIL the simple choice chosen.
Judging from his face, you’re doing it wrong.
At least the Anpu action figures are more appropriate for kids. They only shoot lasers…..and napalm. Nothing says family fun like the smell of napalm in the morning.
Nothing is new… They stole this idea from the original Airplane movie.
Man I submitted the SAME picture like 2 weeks ago, with the words “X-Fail.” I like mine better!!! LOL
Blowing up that must fell really weird and disturbing
isnt this a dubbl fail?
cuz, 1st, well, ya kno…
but…also
he’s got those freeky long claws,
which wud totly pop the dam thing aftedr all that embarrasing hard work!
yeah blow wolverine!!! you know he wants it
Hey! I’m not finished with you, bub.
for wolverine is teh win!
gizmodo xD
It’s Wolverine. That means Hugh Jackman. NOW who still wouldn’t blow?
now thats a blow job…
OMG I AM P*SSING MYSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wouldn’t his name then be Pierre?
(say it slowly… you’ll get it.)
Pierre is french for rock, doesn’t matter how slowly I say it!
It could be worse. He could be facing the OTHER way.
How is that worse?
He’s the penile version of goatse.cx Ya gotta wonder what exactly gave him a urethra like THAT…
quality but sik
Aw, c’mon. I submitted this too!
Holy turd on a stick, that’s scary.
Blow it !!
wow.
it was so big it busted through the spandex
HAHA!! do a blow job on him!
sweet!
how much lol?
I guess a blow job is the only way u can’t get any sex transmitted diseases
Knowledge of STIs fail.
unless…;)
This was on jeepersmedia once..
Um Himmels Willen. Wäre ich bloß nicht so neugierig. Scheiß lolspeak-trolls!
hey, I’m here
lol
I’d like to make an appointment ;P
lol jk XD
pwned
Bring it bi*ch *takes off sweatshirt*
turn around
yes I do =P
this is truly what the internet is for lol
Going to start a branch?
lol busted
Who are you people and wtf is going on?
random people no one really cares for
They’re talking about something… though, they could make it more organized
That would require thought.
she is owned XD
it’s ” I Am Sofa Kink We Todd Ed”
……..
amanda hi
okkkk
This is a very popular topic today…
No. It is not a ‘convo.’ It is an abomination carried out by halfwits who cannot use English. Or reply links. Remove yourselves.
Hmm…you know, they do make the reply button for a reason.
Jesus Christ! Why are you people butchering English so? Please… leave our FailBlog alone…
And you guys complained about my grammar.
It is pretty painful to watch, isn’t it RushFan?
So, ladies, what’s the plan? To be with child at 14 (not knowing who the father is), dropout at 15, on crack at 16, first conviction and Chlamydia at 17 (might make you sterile, which is no problem, saves you the cost of an abortion), … Need I go on? Now SHOOO, off with you and start THINKING, for heaven’s sake!
Read a book! Or at the very least, watch PBS (or BBC)!
So…I’m confused, who are you guys again?
BAD GRAMMAR.
MORE BAD GRAMMAR.
LOL SPEAK=FAIL.
STUPID LOL SPEAK. GROW UP.
COMPLETELY IMMATURE. GROW UP.
HORRIBLE.
I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THIS SAYS.
It’s almost like a string of random letters! How precious!
Do not be sad. FailBlog is safe for now,
They said they would be back tomorrow, I really wanted to mess with them a bit, and prove that I am superior in every way imaginable, but, oh well.
*Celebrates*
LOADED WITH INTELLECTUAL CONTENT.
Yeah, pretty brainy stuff going on here, isn’t it?
It seems that we have effectively reclaimed our territory!
Rum for everyone!
Bacardi Light, please.
wow. All you guys had to do was start talking normally and they fled. Im so proud of you guys right now. *sheds tear*
I said rum, not Bacardi.
(BTW, I make the most excellent Mai Tai and it has two kinds of aged rum in it)
Huzzah for Captain Haddock!
Rum?!
Pick me! Pick me!
As long as you use no LOLspeak, feel free.
Sounds like a personal problem.
I consider this a declaration of war between us and the lolspeak trolls. Expect no mercy, trolls!
*Raises hand & jumps up and down* Pick me! Can I fight on your side?
Everyone needs to evacuate. The trolls are gone for now, but it’s still not safe. We need to escape while we can.
Did you bring the bacon lube?
Whoa, whoa, whoa. What is this?
A troll??
I…I thought we got rid of them.
Vollidiot.
OMFG! Use the reply button. And what is this dum bass you speak of?
Dummsack.
One more comment like that and I’m coming after you.
Stupid trolls failing us?
*tastes*
Cotton wool.
LMFAO! I hope you’re a girl, men don’t use brass knuckles.
You gotta get down to their level.*beats stupid mike troll down with purple ninja star*
F*CKING DUMBASS!! USE THE REPLY BUTTON!
Oh, I forgot, you’re streetwise Mike with the brass knuckles. Well boy, first of all, the fact that you have to resort to the use of such barbaric weaponry shows what a dumbass coward you are, second, with or without your metal aids, I’ll kick your ass anytime!
Schwachkopf. Unerträglicher Vollpfosten. Doch gleichzeitig so ein kleiner Wurm…
ach die deutsche sprache und ihr unendlicher reichtum an vokabeln…
You’re tough aren’t you. Click my name.
Haha. That’s mike.
*roffle*
Reply button!! Reply button!! How is that so hard?!?
I would love to see you try! Trottel.
You couldn’t hurt my grandma. You are probably some 30 year old loser living in your parents basement.
They don’t have basements (to speak of) in Vegas. Too much caliche in the ground.
Whoops! Comment reading fail on my part. I thought he said he was from Vegas. (My eyes were glazing from reading IM-speak). Sorry. Ignore above comment ^^
Now then now then now then!
What’s all this then?
Graham! You live!
Anyone seen my pipe?
You aint stupid like me…
*facepalm*It’s a bit funny to claim you’re not stupid while at the same time you continue to be to dumb to click ‘reply’. But only a bit funny. Arschgeburt.
Looks like you just used google translator.
… was deine Bildung nicht gerade im hellsten Licht erstrahlen läßt. Hab’ ich aber auch nicht erwartet.
However, english seems to be a struggle for you.
How can you claim you are smarter than any one of us, when you can’t even spell a three letter word.
Mike…ever seen “To Catch A Predator”?
*yawns*
BOOOORING!
*leaves*
Your level? I don’t get it.
First of all, you should be smart enough to not have to use spell check and still be able to spell a three letter word. Second of all, you are calling us “fuc ktards” what does that tell you?
Or you could just stay in your parents basement for the rest of your life…You should at least put in an application at McDonalds.
That should read “sleep well at night”. Mind your grammar!
Hmm…I guess that explains it, sort of…You know, if you would talk seriously and smart, people would have much more respect for you.
Pardon my nesting, Bobby.
Mike you say you are 14 and yet you are making plans with a person whose gender you don’t really know, to meet and have sex in exchange for money.
Why?
Looks like you’re a good sleeper, eh?
*sneaks in Mike’s house while he’s asleep and switches his brass knuckles for a perfumed lace glove*
What did I tell you guys about those 12-14 year old trolls…see, I was right.
They must be teething, still. Or troll puberty is really hard. Wait, do trolls go through puberty?
Good question. Let’s ask him.
Hehehe! I knew it! Kiddie!
*ahem*
*takes out red pen*
You’re.
And threats from children are hardly a thing to take seriously.
Did you just completely ignore those comments me and anniebunny said?
P.S. Do trolls go through puberty?
Reply button, Mike, reply button. Ts ts.
“bear fisted”? Really? Where are you going to find the bear? And won’t he mind that you’re using his fist?
*we now join Failblog tours. Our hostess is explaining the use of ‘Reply to this Comment*
If you look to your right, below each comment is a phrase written in blue. It is put there by management for the express purpose of making it easy to reply to a specific comment. That way, the f*cktard you are insulting will be assured that you did, indeed, mean to insult him.
HAHAHA! You’re really funny. Trying to be a tough guy…
Amazing, he knows how to reply.
P.S. I’m going to college next year for philosophy, just thought that’s something you should know
Awwww, that’s so cute! He learned to reply!
What was that again?
No, I’m not getting it either. Try once more.
So you’re saying you’re a dumb redneck? Good to know, but honestly, i don’t want to even comment on this, but…you leave me no choice. I’m not a “PC nerd” i just happen to have an IQ of over 50, I have done MMA for 7 years, and free-running for 4 years, does doing something physical automatically make someone stupid, people like you make the masses believe that, you are a shame on society, and shouldn’t be allowed out of the house.
See, now i can take that comment seriously, ok, fine, maybe you aren’t a redneck, and that’s great you already have your future planned, but at your age, it’s all about learning from life’s mistakes, you should do fine as long as you don’t threaten to kill people…
Awwww, trolls are so cute when they are confused. *pats Mike on the head* Can we keep him? We’ll have to get his shots up to date, first.
Can you not come up with anything even relatively intelligent to say?
*claps excitedly* Oh, look, he’s learned how to click the reply button!
http://ihasahotdog.com/2009/04/10/funny-dog-pictures-yorkshire-terror/
No need to post the same comment twice.
The tattoo alone qualifies you. Your grammar and spelling aren’t helping you much either.
Oooo, A rebel tattoo.
The fact that you feel the need to post that on the internet means you are an immature redneck wannabe. Building boats does take a little engineering knowledge, it’s not like you’re going to be playing with building blocks. Oh and, building boats takes a few more smarts than buying one.
Mike, let me try to explain this in as non-insulting a way as possible. We at failblog like to balance out the blatant stupidity in the photos and videos we view by carrying on intelligent conversations in the comments section. The presence of people who use “text-speak” and/or feel the need to be obnoxious just for the sake of annoying people detracts from the experience. We don’t mind at all if you’d like to comment using normal, unobnoxious English. If you feel you can’t do that, we shall label you a Troll and shun you. Same for everyone else who visits the site.
Troll doesn’t literally mean troll like in a fantasy book or something, it just means someone who tries to start a riot for no reason…basically
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=troll
Here, a socially accepted definition of a term that has been around longer than you’ve been alive, Mike. The internet did not spring to life the moment you were introduced to a keyboard and what you are doing is not new.
Mr. Hunt, I can call you that right? You paint a pretty picture, is that the guy you have a crush on?
And what are you going to do? Reach through your computer screen and hit someone?
And I’m a mac nerd, get it straight.
1 step forward 2 steps back, i guess.
Wuss.
It’s just a word on a screen. Get over it.
I’m not saying that, it’s fine to reply back but is that comment necessary, it would be much more effective if you would have insulted back with something more intelligent, no one is gonna even be the least bit effected by that, but if you said something smarter, they would feel inferior
Ay like you. Sounds like a movie title.
Sweetie, I think it’s time for your nap. Does your mommy know you’re on the internet? What would she say if she knew you were talking that way to folks old enough to be your parents? I hardly think she’d be proud.
Why don’t we what? I forget, you’re still trying to get the hang of this whole reply thing. Carry on.
I expect you to catch on faster than this. I expect you to be civilized. I expect you to spell and punctuate properly. I expect a lot of things.
I expect you to expect more for yourself. Don’t you want to be a productive member of society?
*ahem*
read comment above
Capitalization.
Capitalization, punctuation, spelling.
Is that your mantra, or is your imaginary friend writing impaired?
No one invited you.
When it comes to proper English sentences many are.
Not appreciated.
Ditto.
Ah, good you’re here. I need a wingman.
I’m always here to bait the trolls. Especially when they are inferior in age.
Man? Hehehehe! Man!
Wow. At first a 14 y/o boy threatens me, now a 14 y/o girl. Really scary.
I’m quivering in my socks. Wow, they sure are terrifying.
You should wait some years. Learn to spell correctly while you wait.
She found the reply button! Incredible!
He is the FB gatekeeper!
Show your credentials.
The more important question would be: What is a reply button for?
Hi.
*waves*
Bye!
This ‘kid’ is always here. Plus, I’m old enough to be your father. You would be educated then, though.
I wish you’d leave too and try to get a proper education.
Sounds like you all are to me.
Reply button, honey, reply button.
Arthur is not the one being annoying. Try looking in a mirror and you’ll see who is the annoying one.
It would be nice if they did choose “Reply to this Comment” if they are relpying to each other…
I get the feeling that’s a little above them, Yune.
*shakes head*
You guys and gals should do so. Go to ICHC, the people there will like you. We don’t.
I refuse to be told to shut up by a 14 year old girl who obviously has not completely mastered the English language yet.
pwned lol
Which language is that supposed to be?
This is NOT your page.
“our page”? What a hoot! You new trolls think you own the place, don’t you?
And it took you 4 minutes to remember that?
You guys probably wouldn’t have a problem if you weren’t spamming the comments. Click “Reply to this Comment”
Your soooo wrong, little boy. Besides, unlike you I do have sex.
You say that like it’s something to be proud of.
It’s good for the kid to have career aspirations…umm…
Contrary to you I was talking about sex with another human being in reality.
Okay kiddies, I’ll be nice to you for a second. As you can see, my name is blue this time. I won’t bother to explain to you why that is – doesn’t matter anyway. Now, what you kids have to do is CLICK ON MY NAME (written in blue, remember?). That will bring you to another site. If you start commenting there, you will be appreciated. Here you won’t be – ever. Bye!
*shot in the crossfire*
SHUT UP!!!! SHUT UP WITH YOUR F*CKING GAY ASS TROLL TALK!!!! HONESTLY, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!? DOES YOUR MOM KNOW YOU’RE ON THE INTERNET TALKING TO STRANGERS?!?!?! IS IT THAT HARD TO USE THE REPLY BUTTON?!?!? HOW ABOUT PROPER GRAMMAR AND ENGLISH?!?!? WHAT ARE YOU?!? SECOND GRADERS MESSING AROUND IN THE COMPUTER LAB?!?!? GROW THE F*CK UP, KIDS!!!!
It’s actually shop, I put up with this every shop week…
*bleeds to death on the floor from crossfire*
Medic!! Medic!!
We’d all like to ask what the hell is wrong with you. Seriously, do you really think you can completely demolish this comments section by turning it into a chat room and then accuse us of being annoying?
Oh sorry kids, I forgot to mention my name is NOT April 17th, 2009 at 5:50 am. Click on the blue ‘Arthur Eld’ to find a website that is perfect for you.
That takes a lot of knowledge Arthur Eld, do you think they can handle it?
*shrugs*
I can answer that: No. Not at all.
I’m 17. It’s not like I’m also 30. You guys are acting like the 10 year olds who are getting their first cellphones.
That is not the correct definition of the core essence of being free. Your freedom ends where it interferes with the lifes of others in an unpleasant way.
Even I know that. I’m probably the rational one out of them…
Go to the condom fail, people will appreciate you much more there. I’ll just stay behind and clean up this mess.
I can’t, it’s blocked on the school’s server because the server thinks it has adult content
Good.
That means the trolls can’t get there.
That’s the least of your problems.
You should be sorry you sent “sumthin” at all.
Not everyone on this site is from our country, dipshit. A bunch of them are from U.K. and I think Arthur is german.
Which is also a free country. Just sayin’.
Oh I know that, but he doesn’t seem to know that other countries exist. Maybe if he was paying in geography class right now…
Listen kiddie, there is a sentence on the bottom right of every comment saying ‘Reply to this Comment’. Click it before you type in your comment. That’s how you can be sure your immature insults get to the person you intended to insult.
That’s what I’ve been trying to say in RL, but none will listen to me… Shame people hardly ever listen to reason…
How unreasonable of them.
Errors: Im, arent, cuz, im, cussin, u, u, dont, wat, 2, y, dont, u, kk.
Conclusion: LisaMarie=immature
“old ppl language”? I fear for the future.
I laugh when I imagine how they try to get a job. Their applications will be great!
HAY WHY WE WAYS BACK HERE’S
BOGGY GUNNA GETS ALL LOSTED!
NOT CAN FINES FAILBOG HOME!!
.
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HELPS!Boggy, I’m so glad you’re here. We have a major infestation of trolls here.
Leaves them in the past!
This blog long times ago forgets it…
.
.
BOGGY go saves FUTURE!I’ll join you.
Oh wow, threatened by a 15 year old girl. Oooh I’m scared.
Nope. You’re wasting your time. Educate yourself!
the better question is, “who thinks most of the teenage text vernacular is cool?”
Yes, I know it is, I can read it. I have been a teenager longer than you have. Like I have said several times already, I’m 17. Oh, and BondFan isn’t exactly an old man either.
The sad part is, my other group of friends are just as irrational as them…
Find new friends. There’s hope for you.
oh, there’s never hope for Yune lol
Disagree.
Okay, step one (“How to reply”) is achieved. Step two (“Using correct grammer”) is a job for Sisyphus.
I’ve never seen such bad English in my entire life. Please, you’re making Dr. Samuel Johnson spin in his grave.
There’s plenty of evidence that we are smarter and better educated than you kids.
These kids are educated? Good lord.
My bad, they’re not.
I got all A’s on my report card yesterday… but looking these comments I dunno if that means as much now… lol *coughs up blood* still shot haha
Enough with the crossfire comments already.
alright
Not even able to spell my name correctly. Sad.
“Arther”…oh, that’s just precious!
I don’t see them anywhere. Do you think they left?
We’re still here, child.
I’m male, kid.
Little tiny child.
Yes, I do. I’m 17…and yet, years older than you.
You should work on your homework.
Never mind.
Seriously kiddies, click my name, comment there and we all will benefit. We don’t have to see your stupidity and you can do whatever it is you’re doing without being interrupted by intelligent and correctly spelled comments. Deal?
Why?
Never mind where I am or what I do. You wouldn’t understand it anyway. The point is: If you click my name and comment there you will never see me again. Wouldn’t that be great?
Yes, but our brain cells outnumber yours by hundreds.
It’s the other way round for your last five words.
If by “having fun” you mean “behaving like immature, uneducated little kids” then yes.
Oh that was clever. You’re no different to any other trolls.
Real mature, real mature. I remember when my friends and I would say things like that…in sixth grade.
Have to say, I think a record has been set for most amount of comments on a Fail.
Nope, the comments have gone past 1,000 before.
I highly suspect the record will be surpassed.
I think the record for failed comments was surpassed yesterday.
hahahaha. if i could friend people on this. i would friend you jules. cheers for poetry and sanity.
Wild dog? Who’s wild dog?
Coming from the fourteen year old…
Poor kids so much growing up to do.
It’s heartbreaking.
I’m male.
BTW…Who is this amanda?
You forget willdog has existed here way before you trolls even thought of coming here.
…and before they were even alive.
Wrong. I’m 18.
And do you know what the scariest thing is? Once they are grown up, they are elligible to vote.
Oh, shit. We’re all f*cked now. We’re going to have this whole Franken/Coleman thing that is happening in MN all over the place.
Oooo, 14
Tell me, are you excited to get your driving a permit in a year? Please tell me when you start driving. I want to make sure I am anywhere but a road.
Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were that retarded. Good day to you now.
I am sure the world has more important things to record.
They do, but if they’re lazy then they’ll record this stuff
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Because it has relevance.
I’m guessing you didn’t even read it.
If you were educated, maybe you would’ve known how to read it?
Or who it was by?
Or why they’re famous?
Just saying…
Sad.
“no one says relevance”? I’m surprised they let you use the Internet now.
Never mind. BFF, I answered you on condom fail. Might have some relevance for the future. Also, see the flip fail for what LEILA talked about.
I like this poem OwO
Robert Frost, yes?
Yes. I am a big fan.
This is a very popular poem, actually
;~;
If you think all poets are homosexual then I fear for the United States’ cultural future.
I’m already fearing for it…
I personally am not a huge fan of poetry, but I still appreciate it.
They leave us so to the way we took,
As two in whom them were proved mistaken,
That we sit sometimes in the wayside nook,
With michievous, vagrant, seraphic look,
And try if we cannot feel forsaken.
*claps*
We make ourselves a place apart
Behind light words that tease and flout,
But oh, the agitated hear
Till someone really find us out.
‘Tis pity if the case require
(Or so we say) that in the end
We speak the literal to inspire
The understanding of a friend.
But so with all, from babes that play
At hid-and-seek to God afar,
So all who hide too well away
Must speak and tell us where they are
*sits down and listens* More poems! lol
Almost everyone here (excluding you schoolchildren, of course) is fail blogging at their job.
I’d advise you not to talk to yourself like that. (especially in public!) People might start to wonder.
Even the bravest that are slain
Shall not dissemble their surprise
On waking to find valor reign,
Even as on earth, in paradise;
And where they sought without the sword
Wide fields of asphodel fore’er,
To find that the utmost reward
Of daring should be still to dare.
The light of heaven falls whole and white
And is not shattered into dyes,
The light forever is morning light;
The hills are verdured pasture-wise;
The angle hosts with freshness go,
And seek with laughter what to brave;–
And binding all is the hushed snow
Of the far-distant breaking wave.
And from a cliff-top is proclaimed
The gathering of the souls for birth,
The trial by existence named,
The obscuration upon earth.
And the slant spirits trooping by
In streams and cross- and counter-streams
Can but give ear to that sweet cry
For its suggestion of what dreams!
And the more loitering are turned
To view once more the sacrifice
Of those who for some good discerned
Will gladly give up paradise.
And a white shimmering concourse rolls
Toward the throne to witness there
The speeding of devoted souls
Which God makes his especial care.
And none are taken but who will,
Having first heard the life read out
That opens earthward, good and ill,
Beyond the shadow of a doubt;
And very beautifully God limns,
And tenderly, life’s little dream,
But naught extenuates or dims,
Setting the thing that is supreme.
Nor is there wanting in the press
Some spirit to stand simply forth,
Heroic in it nakedness,
Against the uttermost of earth.
The tale of earth’s unhonored things
Sounds nobler there than ‘neath the sun;
And the mind whirls and the heart sings,
And a shout greets the daring one.
But always God speaks at the end:
‘One thought in agony of strife
The bravest would have by for friend,
The memory that he chose the life;
But the pure fate to which you go
Admits no memory of choice,
Or the woe were not earthly woe
To which you give the assenting voice.’
And so the choice must be again,
But the last choice is still the same;
And the awe passes wonder then,
And a hush falls for all acclaim.
And God has taken a flower of gold
And broken it, and used therefrom
The mystic link to bind and hold
Spirit to matter till death come.
‘Tis of the essence of life here,
Though we choose greatly, still to lack
The lasting memory at all clear,
That life has for us on the wrack
Nothing but what we somehow chose;
Thus are we wholly stipped of pride
In the pain that has but one close,
Bearing it crushed and mystified.
I didn’t kno you could make that big a post… nice lol
There’s no point?!? There’s no point?!? What do you call your conversations?!?
I believe that was a rhetorical question
It was indeed.
Correction: None of the fourteen year old kiddies understands the good poetry jules is reciting.
This stuff is good for you kids, considering you aren’t paying attention in class right now.
Oh? How old are you and what have you accomplished?
i think one of their greatest achievements is that their dad is also their uncle.
It went many years,
But at last came a knock,
And I though of the door
With no lock to lock.
I blew out the light,
I tip-toed the floor,
And raised both hands
In prayer to the door.
But the knock came again.
My window was wide;
I climbed on the sill
And descended outside.
Back over the sill
I bade a ‘Come in’
To whatever the knock
At the door may have been.
So at a knock
I emptied my cage
To hide in the world
And alter with age
Can you please stop writing in lol talk???
The happiest day — the happiest hour
My sear’d and blighted heart hath known,
The highest hope of pride, and power,
I feel hath flown.
Of power! said I? yes! such I ween
But they have vanish’d long alas!
The visions of my youth have been —
But let them pass.
And, pride, what have I now with thee?
Another brow may ev’n inherit
The venom thou hast pour’d on me —
Be still my spirit.
The happiest day — the happiest hour
Mine eyes shall see — have ever seen
The brightest glance of pride and power
I feel — have been:
But were that hope of pride and power
Now offer’d, with the pain
Ev’n then I felt — that brightest hour
I would not live again:
For on its wing wall dark alloy
And as it flutter’d — fell
An essence — powerful to destroy
A soul that knew it well.
*sits back and watches while eating popcorn*
*takes a handful*
*gets back to work*
you have an obsession with gays/homos. you have something to hide.
projecting your feelings on other people
If, as they say, some dust thrown in my eyes
Will keep my talk from getting overwise,
I’m not the one for putting off the proof.
Let it be overwhelming, off a roof
And round a corner, blizzard snow for dust,
And blind me to a standstill if it must.
maybe you should read the poems. a bit of culture and education would do you plebeians some good.
i know you wont know the word plebeians so go look it up in a dictionary, or online, since you wont own a dictionary
Was there even a cause too lost,
Ever a cause that was lost too long,
Or that showed with the lapse of time to vain
For the generous tears of youth and song?
ohhh…… THAT explains things… XD
When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud
And goes down burning into the gulf below,
No voice in nature is heard to cry aloud
At what has happened. Birds, at least must know
It is the change to darkness in the sky.
Murmuring something quiet in her breast,
One bird begins to close a faded eye;
Or overtaken too far from his nest,
Hurrying low above the grove, some waif
Swoops just in time to his remembered tree.
At most he thinks or twitters softly, ‘Safe!
Now let the night be dark for all of me.
Let the night bee too dark for me to see
Into the future. Let what will be, be.’
This is funny as hell.
No, that’s not my face. That’s just a purple geometric pattern. Sorry for the confusion.
Besides, that joke got old years ago.
Like your style.
i think the “idiotic f**k” is the one who doesn’t know how to ignore a blog post. if you ignore him he would probably stop. then again he shouldn’t stop because your anger amuses me greatly.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“‘Tis some visiter,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door —
Only this, and nothing more.”
Dust always blowing about the town,
Except when sea-fog laid it down,
And I was one of the children told
Some of the blowing dust was gold.
All the dust the wind blew high
Appeared like god in the sunset sky,
But I was one of the children told
Some of the dust was really gold.
Such was life in the Golden Gate:
Gold dusted all we drank and ate,
And I was one of the children told,
‘We all must eat our peck of gold.’
Love the poetry Jules. Thank you.
See, it would be easier if you used the reply button.
Once it smiled a silent dell
Where the people did not dwell;
They had gone unto the wars,
Trusting to the mild-eyed stars,
Nightly, from their azure towers,
To keep watch above the flowers,
In the midst of which all day
The red sunlight lazily lay.
Now each visitor shall confess
The sad valley’s restlessness.
Nothing there is motionless-
Nothing save the airs that brood
Over the magic solitude.
Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees
That palpitate like the chill seas
Around the misty Hebrides!
Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven
That rustle through the unquiet Heaven
Uneasily, from morn till even,
Over the violets there that lie
In myriad types of the human eye-
Over the lilies there that wave
And weep above a nameless grave!
They wave: — from out their fragrant tops
Eternal dews come down in drops.
They weep: — from off their delicate stems
Perennial tears descend in gems.
I do.
That is it. This is the last straw. You people sicken me. You disgust me with your lack of proper English and courtesy towards Failbloggers. Do you really think you can just insult us regulars and get away with it? How dare you tell Jules or Arthur Eld to f*ck off. That is no way to treat either of them. If you carry on like this we will treat you like the scum you are.
Amen.
I wish there was a way to electrocute someone through the internet. Then these snotty little kids would shut up. The internet is a breeding place for these type of degenerates, with big gobs but nothing behind it.
The hear can think of no devotion
Greater than being shore to the ocean–
Holding the curve of one position,
Counting an endless repetition
Hey u guyz. Why iz u chat on a blog and not uz like AIM or yahoo?
there is is we are riders,
And though none too successful at it, guiders,
Through everything presented, land and tide
And now the very air, of what we ride.
What is this talked-of mystery of birth
But being mounted bareback on the earth?
We can just see the infant up astride,
His small fist buried in the bushy hide.
There is our wildest mount–a headless horse.
But though it runs unbridled off its course,
And all our blandishments would seem defied,
We have ideas yet that we haven’t tried.
The great Overdog
That heavenly beast
With a star in one eye
Gives a leap in the east.
He dances upright
All the way to the west
And never once drops
On his forefeet to rest.
I’m a poor underdog,
But to-night I will bark
With the great Overdog
That romps through the dark
“Hace?” What’s “hace?”
Oh, poor kids. Don’t even know how to get around that.
What school do you go to by the way?
Why would you care, 14 yo whore?
Well you aren’t really…but you talk big.
calling me a whore wont bother me because thats what everyone calls me!!!!!!!!!!
My 8 year old daughter can spell better than you. Get an education. Wait – get a brain first, THEN get an education.
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain –and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height
One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
Do you go to Friedman, Joseph H. Martin, or Mulcahey?
Yes, but what school? John F. Parker?
A Soldier He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,
That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust,
But still lies pointed as it ploughed the dust.
If we who sight along it round the world,
See nothing worthy to have been its mark,
It is because like men we look too near,
Forgetting that as fitted to the sphere,
Our missiles always make too short an arc.
They fall, they rip the grass, they intersect
The curve of earth, and striking, break their own;
They make us cringe for metal-point on stone.
But this we know, the obstacle that checked
And tripped the body, shot the spirit on
Further than target ever showed or shone
A chief event of life is the day in which we have encountered a mind that startled us.
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, ‘What is it?’
No, not as there is a time talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
A man is usually more careful of his money than he is of his principles.
A CARAFE, THAT IS A BLIND GLASS.
A kind in glass and a cousin, a spectacle and nothing strange a single hurt color and an arrangement in a system to pointing. All this and not ordinary, not unordered in not resembling. The difference is spreading.
GLAZED GLITTER.
Nickel, what is nickel, it is originally rid of a cover.
The change in that is that red weakens an hour. The change has come. There is no search. But there is, there is that hope and that interpretation and sometime, surely any is unwelcome, sometime there is breath and there will be a sinecure and charming very charming is that clean and cleansing. Certainly glittering is handsome and convincing.
There is no gratitude in mercy and in medicine. There can be breakages in Japanese. That is no programme. That is no color chosen. It was chosen yesterday, that showed spitting and perhaps washing and polishing. It certainly showed no obligation and perhaps if borrowing is not natural there is some use in giving.
A SUBSTANCE IN A CUSHION.
The change of color is likely and a difference a very little difference is prepared. Sugar is not a vegetable.
Callous is something that hardening leaves behind what will be soft if there is a genuine interest in there being present as many girls as men. Does this change. It shows that dirt is clean when there is a volume.
A cushion has that cover. Supposing you do not like to change, supposing it is very clean that there is no change in appearance, supposing that there is regularity and a costume is that any the worse than an oyster and an exchange. Come to season that is there any extreme use in feather and cotton. Is there not much more joy in a table and more chairs and very likely roundness and a place to put them.
A circle of fine card board and a chance to see a tassel.
What is the use of a violent kind of delightfulness if there is no pleasure in not getting tired of it. The question does not come before there is a quotation. In any kind of place there is a top to covering and it is a pleasure at any rate there is some venturing in refusing to believe nonsense. It shows what use there is in a whole piece if one uses it and it is extreme and very likely the little things could be dearer but in any case there is a bargain and if there is the best thing to do is to take it away and wear it and then be reckless be reckless and resolved on returning gratitude.
Light blue and the same red with purple makes a change. It shows that there is no mistake. Any pink shows that and very likely it is reasonable. Very likely there should not be a finer fancy present. Some increase means a calamity and this is the best preparation for three and more being together. A little calm is so ordinary and in any case there is sweetness and some of that.
A seal and matches and a swan and ivy and a suit.
A closet, a closet does not connect under the bed. The band if it is white and black, the band has a green string. A sight a whole sight and a little groan grinding makes a trimming such a sweet singing trimming and a red thing not a round thing but a white thing, a red thing and a white thing.
The disgrace is not in carelessness nor even in sewing it comes out out of the way.
What is the sash like. The sash is not like anything mustard it is not like a same thing that has stripes, it is not even more hurt than that, it has a little top.
A BOX.
Out of kindness comes redness and out of rudeness comes rapid same question, out of an eye comes research, out of selection comes painful cattle. So then the order is that a white way of being round is something suggesting a pin and is it disappointing, it is not, it is so rudimentary to be analysed and see a fine substance strangely, it is so earnest to have a green point not to red but to point again.
*pops in*
*looks around*
There’s nothing here that several potatoes wouldn’t solve.
*leaves*
The tree the tempest with a crash of wood
Throws down in front of us is not bar
Our passage to our journey’s end for good,
But just to ask us who we think we are
Insisting always on our own way so.
She likes to halt us in our runner tracks,
And make us get down in a foot of snow
Debating what to do without an ax.
And yet she knows obstruction is in vain:
We will not be put off the final goal
We have it hidden in us to attain,
Not though we have to seize earth by the pole
And, tired of aimless circling in one place,
Steer straight off after something into space
In going from room to room in the dark,
I reached out blindly to save my face,
But neglected, however lightly, to lace
My fingers and close my arms in an arc.
A slim door got in past my guard,
And hit me a blow in the head so hard
I had my native simile jarred.
So people and things don’t pair any more
With what they used to pair with before.
A PLATE.
An occasion for a plate, an occasional resource is in buying and how soon does washing enable a selection of the same thing neater. If the party is small a clever song is in order.
Plates and a dinner set of colored china. Pack together a string and enough with it to protect the centre, cause a considerable haste and gather more as it is cooling, collect more trembling and not any even trembling, cause a whole thing to be a church.
A sad size a size that is not sad is blue as every bit of blue is precocious. A kind of green a game in green and nothing flat nothing quite flat and more round, nothing a particular color strangely, nothing breaking the losing of no little piece.
A splendid address a really splendid address is not shown by giving a flower freely, it is not shown by a mark or by wetting.
Cut cut in white, cut in white so lately. Cut more than any other and show it. Show it in the stem and in starting and in evening coming complication.
A lamp is not the only sign of glass. The lamp and the cake are not the only sign of stone. The lamp and the cake and the cover are not the only necessity altogether.
A plan a hearty plan, a compressed disease and no coffee, not even a card or a change to incline each way, a plan that has that excess and that break is the one that shows filling.
A SELTZER BOTTLE.
Any neglect of many particles to a cracking, any neglect of this makes around it what is lead in color and certainly discolor in silver. The use of this is manifold. Supposing a certain time selected is assured, suppose it is even necessary, suppose no other extract is permitted and no more handling is needed, suppose the rest of the message is mixed with a very long slender needle and even if it could be any black border, supposing all this altogether made a dress and suppose it was actual, suppose the mean way to state it was occasional, if you suppose this in August and even more melodiously, if you suppose this even in the necessary incident of there certainly being no middle in summer and winter, suppose this and an elegant settlement a very elegant settlement is more than of consequence, it is not final and sufficient and substituted. This which was so kindly a present was constant.
A LONG DRESS.
What is the current that makes machinery, that makes it crackle, what is the current that presents a long line and a necessary waist. What is this current.
What is the wind, what is it.
Where is the serene length, it is there and a dark place is not a dark place, only a white and red are black, only a yellow and green are blue, a pink is scarlet, a bow is every color. A line distinguishes it. A line just distinguishes it.
So you can take the time to add two extra ‘o’s to ‘so’ and capitalize ‘UR SOOO ANNOYING’…but you can’t type ‘you’re’ or give your comment proper punctuation and capitalization??
Here come real stars to fill the upper skies,
And here on earth come emulating flies,
That though they never equal stars in size,
(And they were never really stars at heart)
Achieve at times a very star-like start.
Only, of course, they can’t sustain the part.
Character is higher than intellect. A great soul will be strong to live as well as think.
A RED HAT.
A dark grey, a very dark grey, a quite dark grey is monstrous ordinarily, it is so monstrous because there is no red in it. If red is in everything it is not necessary. Is that not an argument for any use of it and even so is there any place that is better, is there any place that has so much stretched out.
A BLUE COAT.
A blue coat is guided guided away, guided and guided away, that is the particular color that is used for that length and not any width not even more than a shadow.
A PIANO.
If the speed is open, if the color is careless, if the selection of a strong scent is not awkward, if the button holder is held by all the waving color and there is no color, not any color. If there is no dirt in a pin and there can be none scarcely, if there is not then the place is the same as up standing.
This is no dark custom and it even is not acted in any such a way that a restraint is not spread. That is spread, it shuts and it lifts and awkwardly not awkwardly the centre is in standing.
When I was young my teachers were the old.
I gave up fire for form till I was cold.
I suffered like a metal being cast.
I went to school to age to learn the past.
Now when I am old my teachers are the young.
What can’t be molded must be cracked and sprung.
I strain at lessons fit to start a suture.
I got to school to youth to learn the future.
A CHAIR.
A widow in a wise veil and more garments shows that shadows are even. It addresses no more, it shadows the stage and learning. A regular arrangement, the severest and the most preserved is that which has the arrangement not more than always authorised.
A suitable establishment, well housed, practical, patient and staring, a suitable bedding, very suitable and not more particularly than complaining, anything suitable is so necessary.
A fact is that when the direction is just like that, no more, longer, sudden and at the same time not any sofa, the main action is that without a blaming there is no custody.
Practice measurement, practice the sign that means that really means a necessary betrayal, in showing that there is wearing.
Hope, what is a spectacle, a spectacle is the resemblance between the circular side place and nothing else, nothing else.
To choose it is ended, it is actual and more than that it has it certainly has the same treat, and a seat all that is practiced and more easily much more easily ordinarily.
Pick a barn, a whole barn, and bend more slender accents than have ever been necessary, shine in the darkness necessarily.
Actually not aching, actually not aching, a stubborn bloom is so artificial and even more than that, it is a spectacle, it is a binding accident, it is animosity and accentuation.
If the chance to dirty diminishing is necessary, if it is why is there no complexion, why is there no rubbing, why is there no special protection.
For everything you have missed, you have gained something else, and for everything you gain, you lose something else.
A FRIGHTFUL RELEASE.
A bag which was left and not only taken but turned away was not found. The place was shown to be very like the last time. A piece was not exchanged, not a bit of it, a piece was left over. The rest was mismanaged.
A PURSE.
A purse was not green, it was not straw color, it was hardly seen and it had a use a long use and the chain, the chain was never missing, it was not misplaced, it showed that it was open, that is all that it showed.
A MOUNTED UMBRELLA.
What was the use of not leaving it there where it would hang what was the use if there was no chance of ever seeing it come there and show that it was handsome and right in the way it showed it. The lesson is to learn that it does show it, that it shows it and that nothing, that there is nothing, that there is no more to do about it and just so much more is there plenty of reason for making an exchange.
A CLOTH.
Enough cloth is plenty and more, more is almost enough for that and besides if there is no more spreading is there plenty of room for it. Any occasion shows the best way.
MORE.
An elegant use of foliage and grace and a little piece of white cloth and oil.
Wondering so winningly in several kinds of oceans is the reason that makes red so regular and enthusiastic. The reason that there is more snips are the same shining very colored rid of no round color.
A NEW CUP AND SAUCER.
Enthusiastically hurting a clouded yellow bud and saucer, enthusiastically so is the bite in the ribbon.
im not sure, but it kinda looks like wolverine would see this as a win.
You should go look at some other places and stop spamming this page of failblog. Go to 4chan or somthing. Just stop commenting, it’s starting to lag the page.
And I mean you clairy, savannahann and the rest of you.
why you using my name you got a problem with me???????????
OBJECTS.
Within, within the cut and slender joint alone, with sudden equals and no more than three, two in the centre make two one side.
If the elbow is long and it is filled so then the best example is all together.
The kind of show is made by squeezing.
EYE GLASSES.
A color in shaving, a saloon is well placed in the centre of an alley.
A CUTLET.
A blind agitation is manly and uttermost.
CARELESS WATER.
No cup is broken in more places and mended, that is to say a plate is broken and mending does do that it shows that culture is Japanese. It shows the whole element of angels and orders. It does more to choosing and it does more to that ministering counting. It does, it does change in more water.
Supposing a single piece is a hair supposing more of them are orderly, does that show that strength, does that show that joint, does that show that balloon famously. Does it.
I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.
And into my garden stole.
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see,
My foe outstretchd beneath the tree.
Jules, I love the hell out of you…you’re on the front lines, fighting the good fight.
Society is always taken by surprise at any new example of common sense.
Hey, I’ve got a question for you kids. Maybe someone already asked this (I’m not interested in reading through the other 1200+ comments to find out), but why did you choose to congregate at the “inflatable fail”?
Oh, I see. It all makes perfect sense now.
Isn’t role play wonderful?
yea it is u got a problem
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
I think this whole thread should be bumped back to the home page, and titled “Productive Use of the Last Day of Spring Break Fail”. Seriously kids, you should be purchasing tickets for the Hannah Montana movie and using easy bake ovens. Not making comments that look as though you ate a can of alphabet soup and write what you defecated.
Or, in case your linguistic and reading skills are not developed enought to comprehend:
I THINK THES WHOLA THREAD SHUD B BUMPAD BAK 2 DA HOME PAEG AND TITL3D “PRODUCTIEV UES OF DA LAST DAY OF SPRNG BR3AK FALE”!!1!!11 SERIOSLEY KIDS U SHUD B PURCHASNG TIK3TS FOR DA HANAH MONTANA MOVEI AND USNG EASY BAEK OVENS!!!111!!1 OMG LOL NOT MAKNG COM3NTS TAHT LOK AS THOUGH U AET A CAN OF ALPHAEBT SOUP AND WRIET WUT U DEF3CAETD (That means poop kids. The verb, not the noun)
!11!! WTF LOL
Too many words in one post. They still can’t read it.
You won the thread! Game over.
The internet is NOT a country, shithead.
clearly it’s not working. you can’t even spell “why” it’s a three letter word. it’s about as simple as it can get.
http://failblog.org/2009/02/22/education-fail/ — that was you, wasn’t it?
Woh, that was a long read.
so is this where the partys at?
look peeps! i brought fondue!
I’m not entirely sure if this blog makes more or less sense now.
But it looks like Arthur has gone mad and is arguing with the blog itself.
*happy sounds*
I have quite a few arguments with myself as well.
Oops, stupid computer.
indeed it does but it only adds to the magic…I guess…
Is it safe? Are they gone?
nope im still here
Hi kiddies!
Don’t you now wish you had listened to me? I offered you a deal, remember? To put it into words you will be able to understand:
We > You
no i don’t remember you saying anything about a deal
i mean you can’t say*(not sat) anything to me sorry my bad …and if you noticed im not using text talk…..are you happy now?
………. GO KILL YOURSELF.
we are not kiddies dumbass!!!………we are teenagers and we are smart we jus like using textin words unlike u adults who jus like to write the whole word down.HAHAHA!!!
And now that FB has deleted all the punks’ posts, this thread reads in the most bizarre way!
were not punks we just wanted 2 piss people off hahahahaha and it worked and i got a lot of money since the last time i was on just thought i’d let you know
(lol)
DUMB SHIT
Robert Frost, William Blake, and Gertrude Stein got into a poetry slam.
guys go on you tube and search jeepers media channel they review fail toys and this one they have and the guy blows it heheheheheh lolololol omg omg !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
hey savannah….LOL!!
WE’RE BACK!!!
did u get it now?
hey lisa i got it lol teehee omg wow that took like a wicked long time
hey lisa wuts up
hey savannah lol
no. lol
BLOW job…seriously?
Yeah, someone didn’t think this through.
#166
I WOULDN’T! I’M A GIRL!!!!!!!!!
Why. just why. why is there this many comments on a thing that wasn’t particularly funny. oh, and savannah, STFU DUMB SHIT.
lol they MENT for that to happen…
blow on this sucka! lmao
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*actual size*
(sorry hugh jackman, had to say it)
what a loser place to put the blow up part.
Ummmm…. most states allows learners’ permits at 15, drivers’ licenses at 16, dipshit.
excuse you you shouldnt be callin me dip S*** cuz your the one who wanted to have a h00k3r at 14…………o yea if you still think your coming to MA have fun trying 2 find me…..because b4 you will even b able 2 find me and my people will find you so quick you wont even know wut happened so if i waz u i wouldn’t call savannahann a dip S***…. do you understand or is that not clear 4 the immature 14 year old mike??
DUMB ASS
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