Rosanne's Bum? wow.... just wow.

I'll play when I properly add new hardware

sweetness...

Don't let the name of the server thow you off... it rocks, I promise....

i dont actually know what game it is you speak of... though its probably really obvious and im just getting throw off by the acronym but either way >_>

Hmmm you may be right maybe its Unreal Tournament

*sigh* well crap... see i KNEW it was something obvious. it always is.

I <3 flinging fecal matter.

sounds like a picture of a monkey my brother had >__>

*flings shu*

RANDOM EMOTE!!!!! *runs off waving hands in the air*

*shoots down*

Poor angel.

Look, it's not dead yet, perhaps we can........

?

+ = = = =

>__> good point.

*makes a major life change*

^.^

WTF YOU DIRTY LITTLE............

I'll take you down -.-

BRING IT BIATCH!

Alright, IT IS SO ON.
*declares the first rap battle*
*riffs*

Sumisem is a funny thing, while she butters thee with her psychotic dreams, and then sprinkles thee with flattery, before she bakes ye, and devours all but your bony knees.

BEAT THAT.
BIATCH.

geez, you didn't even try.

NLY gets high,
does he think he can fly?
his rhymes make no sense,
they are like chaucer but dense
though he tries
which is more than I
can say for some
who are more dumb
but you fail NLY
you crash you burn
and now its my turn
and im taking you
out to school
what a fool
you can be
who thinks he can match me.

(actually i liked your, it was pretty good ^.^, did sound liek chaucer though. rofl. well in a way... maybe thats a little to extreme but its better than using the old shakespeare cliche)

Chaucer was kinda dull, and then kind've interesting. He was a wonderful expose on how a series of couplets can become numbing.
Mine was more like Dante, a twist of insanity and randomocity.

Reciprocation?
Bah, that was more like menstration,
of the bush adminstration,
who's core operation,
is enslaving bunny flagrance,
whom rapes those in vagrance,
so do not rape me, in vagrance,
you sick little pestilence,
I'll take you for inhibited since,
You are a scrawny, tawny, wench.
Who rapes vagrants on the park bench,
and then complains of her horrid stench,
as she nibbles carrots,
and fingers farrots,
and contemplates marriage,
and then sex in a carriage,
You Shall Not Desparage
My Brilliance As Brilliance as I Pillage,
Your honor because you are a bunny who rapes with the clarity and severity of the harry fairy that is a burning bush and a lame duck.