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Doggcow
03-24-2009, 10:54 PM
And the battle is on.

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Popps
03-24-2009, 10:57 PM
Rematch?

BroncoDoug
03-24-2009, 11:47 PM
What in the hell did i just see? That was some funny **** though....

Doggcow
03-25-2009, 08:23 AM
Rematch?

Can't. Ate em :P

DomCasual
03-25-2009, 08:26 AM
Mmmm. Peeps.

Dagmar
03-25-2009, 08:27 AM
You ate 20 peeps? You fat bastard!

http://fifilacupcakes.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/pyzamnomnom.jpg

Dagmar
03-25-2009, 08:28 AM
Don't put them in the microwave for too long... remember south park!

http://images.teamsugar.com/files/users/1/15259/14_2007/southparkpeeps.jpg

colonelbeef
03-25-2009, 08:32 AM
it's not often that the internet confuses me nowadays, but I have to give you credit here and admit that the premise is confounding yet entertaining in some way

Beantown Bronco
03-25-2009, 08:38 AM
This thread reeks of DemonEagles......minus the stick figure drawings, of course.

Kaylore
03-25-2009, 08:39 AM
This thread reeks of DemonEagles......minus the stick figure drawings, of course.

Yeah it does...it reeks of AWESOME!!!!!

bronco militia
03-25-2009, 08:49 AM
bwhaha

Doggcow
03-25-2009, 12:47 PM
You ate 20 peeps? You fat bastard!

http://fifilacupcakes.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/pyzamnomnom.jpg

No, just 13, but I ate all the Orange ones, so only blue is left, and Peeps only battle if ethnicity and peepism is involved.

Doggcow
10-20-2009, 02:50 PM
The Peeps were wrong! McDaniels wins!

TheReverend
10-20-2009, 02:53 PM
This is a fantastic thread.

Worthy of an M&M duel...


Whenever I get a package of plain M&Ms, I make it my duty to continue the
strength and robustness of the candy as a species. To this end, I hold
M&M duels.
Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I apply pressure,
squeezing them together until one of them cracks and splinters. That is
the "loser," and I eat the inferior one immediately. The winner gets to
go another round.
I have found that, in general, the brown and red M&Ms are tougher, and
the newer blue ones are genetically inferior. I have hypothesized that
the blue M&Ms as a race cannot survive long in the intense theatre of
competition that is the modern candy and snack-food world.
Occasionally I will get a mutation, a candy that is misshapen, or
pointier, or flatter than the rest. Almost invariably this proves to be
a weakness, but on very rare occasions it gives the candy extra strength.
In this way, the species continues to adapt to its environment.
When I reach the end of the pack, I am left with one M&M, the strongest
of the herd. Since it would make no sense to eat this one as well, I pack
it neatly in an envelope and send it to M&M Mars, A Division of Mars,
Inc., Hackettstown, NJ 17840-1503 U.S.A., along with a 3x5 card reading,
"Please use this M&M for breeding purposes."
This week they wrote back to thank me, and sent me a coupon for a free
1/2 pound bag of plain M&Ms. I consider this "grant money." I have set
aside the weekend for a grand tournament. From a field of hundreds, we
will discover the True Champion.
There can be only one.

Ironlung
10-20-2009, 03:09 PM
That picture of Cutler cracks me up everytime.

Ray Finkle
10-20-2009, 04:42 PM
This is a fantastic thread.

Worthy of an M&M duel...


Whenever I get a package of plain M&Ms, I make it my duty to continue the
strength and robustness of the candy as a species. To this end, I hold
M&M duels.
Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I apply pressure,
squeezing them together until one of them cracks and splinters. That is
the "loser," and I eat the inferior one immediately. The winner gets to
go another round.
I have found that, in general, the brown and red M&Ms are tougher, and
the newer blue ones are genetically inferior. I have hypothesized that
the blue M&Ms as a race cannot survive long in the intense theatre of
competition that is the modern candy and snack-food world.
Occasionally I will get a mutation, a candy that is misshapen, or
pointier, or flatter than the rest. Almost invariably this proves to be
a weakness, but on very rare occasions it gives the candy extra strength.
In this way, the species continues to adapt to its environment.
When I reach the end of the pack, I am left with one M&M, the strongest
of the herd. Since it would make no sense to eat this one as well, I pack
it neatly in an envelope and send it to M&M Mars, A Division of Mars,
Inc., Hackettstown, NJ 17840-1503 U.S.A., along with a 3x5 card reading,
"Please use this M&M for breeding purposes."
This week they wrote back to thank me, and sent me a coupon for a free
1/2 pound bag of plain M&Ms. I consider this "grant money." I have set
aside the weekend for a grand tournament. From a field of hundreds, we
will discover the True Champion.
There can be only one.


this is repost you goofy bastard!

TheReverend
10-20-2009, 04:44 PM
this is repost you goofy bastard!


Jen, I want to say something before this whole thing gets out of control. In 1967, in the hot desert sun, a woman gave birth to a boy in the back of old pick up. She was a whore. She left the boy at a local church. The father at the church didn?t like children, but he knew that being a disciple of the bible he couldn?t possibly not take the small kid. Instead he ended up taking out his frustration on the boy. At the age of three, the boy was forced to use the toilet. Let me tell you the little fell into his own pile of poop more than once. By the age of 5, the boy the boy was reading the bible and chopping wood for the fire. Despite the father?s harsh character, the boy loved him and thought of him as his true father. By the age of seven the father raped him three times. The boy ran away. He survived four days in the desert by eating cactus and scorpions. He was finally found by a drug cartel boss, who took the boy in. Mr. Sanchez was his name, and he was immediately impressed by the boys intelligence and grown up attitude. Mr. Sanchez provided the boy with an education at a private prep school and a nice house. The boy had sex for the first time when he was 12, the next year he graduated high school. He was the school?s star running back. The boy was lost, although he liked Mr. Sanchez, he never thought of him as his father. The boy went to India, were he became a spiritual leader of a large tribe of farmers. With his power he turned the several plots that each tribe member had into a large corporate farm and became a millionaire. His assets grew as he bought into other successful start ups. He often got ahead in business with his great leadership abilities, but once in a while he used violence. This was India after all. By the time he was 22, the boy had all the money he would ever need. So he bought a yacht and traveled the world for 10 years. For 10 years he visited every major port, slept with girls from every country imaginable, and tried every drug ever made (by nature and by man). When he was 33, he was walking on a beach in French Guiana when he met a girl of Irish - Native American decent. She bared his seed. It was boy, perfect health. He moved them to Argentina, then London, and eventually Vermont. The man was 45 now, he has seen everything, accomplished everything, tried everything. He skied down the Swiss Alps, been at the North Pole, swam with hammerheads, everything! Yet he has never done one simple thing that we all take for granted every day, he met his father. He never played catch with his father, he never talked about women with his father. He never would. He died at the age of 63 when his parachute didn?t open when he was base jumping from Dagger Mountain in Washington, USA. Over three thousand people attended his funeral.

Now Jen, I know what you are thinking. How does this story relate to me? Well I want you to go all the way back to the beginning of the story and remember the woman who gave birth to this incredible boy. You are like this woman. You are like this women because you are whore.

Ray Finkle
10-20-2009, 04:57 PM
Jen, I want to say something before this whole thing gets out of control. In 1967, in the hot desert sun, a woman gave birth to a boy in the back of old pick up. She was a whore. She left the boy at a local church. The father at the church didn?t like children, but he knew that being a disciple of the bible he couldn?t possibly not take the small kid. Instead he ended up taking out his frustration on the boy. At the age of three, the boy was forced to use the toilet. Let me tell you the little fell into his own pile of poop more than once. By the age of 5, the boy the boy was reading the bible and chopping wood for the fire. Despite the father?s harsh character, the boy loved him and thought of him as his true father. By the age of seven the father raped him three times. The boy ran away. He survived four days in the desert by eating cactus and scorpions. He was finally found by a drug cartel boss, who took the boy in. Mr. Sanchez was his name, and he was immediately impressed by the boys intelligence and grown up attitude. Mr. Sanchez provided the boy with an education at a private prep school and a nice house. The boy had sex for the first time when he was 12, the next year he graduated high school. He was the school?s star running back. The boy was lost, although he liked Mr. Sanchez, he never thought of him as his father. The boy went to India, were he became a spiritual leader of a large tribe of farmers. With his power he turned the several plots that each tribe member had into a large corporate farm and became a millionaire. His assets grew as he bought into other successful start ups. He often got ahead in business with his great leadership abilities, but once in a while he used violence. This was India after all. By the time he was 22, the boy had all the money he would ever need. So he bought a yacht and traveled the world for 10 years. For 10 years he visited every major port, slept with girls from every country imaginable, and tried every drug ever made (by nature and by man). When he was 33, he was walking on a beach in French Guiana when he met a girl of Irish - Native American decent. She bared his seed. It was boy, perfect health. He moved them to Argentina, then London, and eventually Vermont. The man was 45 now, he has seen everything, accomplished everything, tried everything. He skied down the Swiss Alps, been at the North Pole, swam with hammerheads, everything! Yet he has never done one simple thing that we all take for granted every day, he met his father. He never played catch with his father, he never talked about women with his father. He never would. He died at the age of 63 when his parachute didn?t open when he was base jumping from Dagger Mountain in Washington, USA. Over three thousand people attended his funeral.

Now Jen, I know what you are thinking. How does this story relate to me? Well I want you to go all the way back to the beginning of the story and remember the woman who gave birth to this incredible boy. You are like this woman. You are like this women because you are whore.

You keep typing like a bitch, I am going to have to smack you like one....











again :D

TheReverend
10-20-2009, 04:58 PM
You keep typing like a b****, I am going to have to smack you like one....











again :D


sometimes when no one's home I enjoy seperating m&m's into color groups and pretending they're little villages of people with their own economic and social problems, and then I try to fix them through free trade agreements and other diplomatic measures

:wiggle:

Ray Finkle
10-20-2009, 07:37 PM
sometimes when no one's home I enjoy seperating m&m's into color groups and pretending they're little villages of people with their own economic and social problems, and then I try to fix them through free trade agreements and other diplomatic measures

:wiggle:

you're a sick, sick man.....

don't stop posting....

TheReverend
10-20-2009, 07:52 PM
you're a sick, sick man.....

don't stop posting....

Never! I just need to remind you that the Mane is more important than your beautiful kids, lol!

Ray Finkle
10-20-2009, 08:37 PM
Never! I just need to remind you that the Mane is more important than your beautiful kids, lol!

Nice try....Mira has been sitting next to me every game in Broncos gear. They also have not lost a game since Eila arrived.....top that!

JCMElway
10-20-2009, 08:40 PM
Rev that is freaking HILARIOUS!!!!

TheReverend
10-20-2009, 08:42 PM
Nice try....Mira has been sitting next to me every game in Broncos gear. They also have not lost a game since Eila arrived.....top that!

No can do. I'm still trying to explain to my daughter that her Cowboy loving mother is evil (when it comes to football! we have a great relationship now that it's non-existent!)

BABronco
10-20-2009, 08:59 PM
Rev that is freaking HILARIOUS!!!!

Haha... man it took me forever to get it... little messed up and im like why is this not making sense. sobered up enough to understand then laughed my ass off.

Rock Chalk
10-20-2009, 11:45 PM
Funniest thing rev ever posted was that god damn story about his job, the hot dumb chic, the smart ugly chic, the stupid ****ing stoner and his great dane, who all drive around in a van and solve mysteries and ****.

Had me rolling.

Ray Finkle
10-21-2009, 03:53 AM
No can do. I'm still trying to explain to my daughter that her Cowboy loving mother is evil (when it comes to football! we have a great relationship now that it's non-existent!)

The wife's a Skins fan.....Mira now tells her "sorry Mommy, Go Broncos!" after ever Skins loss....

Gort
10-21-2009, 04:22 AM
I have found that, in general, the brown and red M&Ms are tougher, and the newer blue ones are genetically inferior.

http://www.creepygif.com/images/full/10.gif

TheReverend
10-21-2009, 08:46 AM
Funniest thing rev ever posted was that god damn story about his job, the hot dumb chic, the smart ugly chic, the stupid ****ing stoner and his great dane, who all drive around in a van and solve mysteries and ****.

Had me rolling.

That's a great one, but you really think that's the best?

The wife's a Skins fan.....Mira now tells her "sorry Mommy, Go Broncos!" after ever Skins loss....

That's adorable and depressing for me at the same time! lol