Bradley Papas, who was still looking for his donut. He made Gilbert Gottfried the ubermoderator, and everyone rejoiced. There was dead silence for about thirty seconds after the rejoicing, and then we all broke into song. We sang for hours and hours and hours and then we collapsed. When, we awoke, there was a young woman looking over us. We said in unison "What is thy name young wench?" and she said...
...short messages CD12 posts along with the young wench. All it took was one big swing, and BAM! She was on the floor. She shouted "What is thy name young wench!" once more and quickly rose up again. The battle raged on for over a week, then Brad said "This is stupid" and the wench agreed. They just kinda walked away from eachother, when Brad, being the clever fox he is, hits her as hard as he can in the head with a shovel. This sends her head flying a few dozen feet. We all played golf with her head for a little bit. It was the eighteenth hole, and Brad was about to sink the head, when suddenly, the wench's body dropped from the sky like a dead body that's been thrown out of an airplane would. It landed right on Brad's shovel, therefore impaling itself. We all had a good laugh and decided to eat roast wench tonight. DIKY showed up to the barbeque even though he wasn't invited. He was wearing one of those "Kiss the cook" aprons and everyone was like "Aw hell yeah, DIKY's gonna be cooking" He marinaded the wench and threw her on the grill. She was now nice and medium well, so it was time to serve her. The meat was kind of tough. Brad realized he forgot to finish the golf game, so he picked up his shovel and...
letter came addressed to coasterdude12. Inside it contained two things. One was from CD316 asking CD12 if he would become a mod becuase everyone loves him so much! The next was a letter from a leprachaun telling CD12 His purpose in life. "You are to burn things on SFGAmWorld.com" said the letter. "Things such as your own scrawny little posts", "SCK's, and DIKY's idiocism", and DJVTR's stupid little ending. Of course, coasterdude's conscious didn't allow him to burn the things. So when he used the computer in his little room, The leprachaun started to put messages in his mind. They finally became so loud that coasterdude12 became insane. He checked himself off SFGAmWorld.com to protect it. A month later coasterdude12-2 came. An older, funnier, better CD12. A couple months later, w00dland made a post...
w00dland wrote:Here's how it goes. I'm going to start up a story about whatever and you guys need to reply with the next sentance or two (please no paragraphs) of the story. It can be about whatever you want it to be, have fun.
"One day I was driving 95 miles an hour when I thought..."
(now you guys take it from there)
The meir presence of the post ignited CD12-2's insanity
Coasterdude secretly burned everything he hated
Now the age of coasterdude12-2 was into full swing when suddenly...
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...that kid who was driving the car from "Director Guy"'s website. He was just sitting there singing "We Are the Champions" like nothing happened at all. So cd12 dumped...
Top 5 wood-5-Goliath 4-Ravine Flyer II 3-Phoenix 2-Voyage 1-El Toro Top 5 Steel- 5-Velocicoaster 4- Maverick 3- Fury 325 2-Steel Vengeance 1-X2 Coaster Count: 444
...14 pounds of jello into the car! the kid still didn't react. And CD12-2 began screaming and running around the square. "He's Dead!" But, as he screamed it the 13th time, the doors of the Grand Music Hall opened and Brad Appeared all Angel-y, and he told CD12-2 that...
...kill everyone named Bob. So he did. And then they get all indignant on him. They're like "Hey I was just being sarcastic!" Well that's just great how was I supposed to know? While preparing for the funeral, I found a nickel and put it in my parachute pants. That nickel proved to be quite handy because I needed to make an important phone call and it cost a nickel. I made a phone call to my aunt...
"If I had a nickel for every time My aunt stood next to me..."
Realizing that made no sense DIKY began a long and meaningful conversation with his aunt, who insisted on continually holding the other pay-phone to her ear.
But, it was then that the grandest event of all took place. Because thousends of miles away in Fiji, 14 penguins were sun-tanning on a beach. When suddenly, out of nowhere came...