User:XXNegroid07Xx

- The waddling deformed pig fetus from Mother 2 springing into action after comprehending the US-China Trade Deficit PROTIP: You should take its example. Remember. It don't mean a thing if you can't get liberals to shut the fuck up.

You're worthless, in this and every other dimension.

You're worthless, in this and every other dimension.

You're worthless, in this and every other dimension.

You're worthless, in this and every other dimension.

You're worthless, in this and every other dimension.

You're worthless, in this and every other dimension.

You're worthless, in this and every other dimension.

This domain is for sale. If you're interested please contact 1-800-DEEZNUTS. Note: Thank you guardian angel for helping succouring a stupid fuck such as myself.

These videos are both statements about the fleeting nature of security in post-modern America and satires of cliche horror films.

How Deez.flv Saved My Life (A true story) And that was that, I guess… The vibrators weren't working, and so there wasn't anything left to do except put that big old dildo to her throat. Or fly through the roof of that big Gothic Renaissance downtown. Or loot that lovely antique store in SoHo that was supposed to have a sirplus of crystallized dildos.

I slunk across the floor of the ramen hut, silent at three in the morning, and unmoving under the silver moonlight except for me, trudging along with the bottle of Ramune in my hands. I laughed a little at the irony. This Ramune… this medication was supposed to make my life brighter and take away the depression and menstruation. It hadn’t done its job, so it was being commissioned by me to perform one final chug. A contract gulp that'd relieve the thirst (for semen) permanently. Seemed about right: to end a futile diet when I was tired of starving. I'm beef in a rice ball anyway; waiting to be eaten out by the stronger, better half of the guys down by Union Square. I'd never last a day in the real Gurren Lagann world anyway, so I might as well make a pig of myself here. Seventeen minutes is long enough. I was in the ramen preparation room suddenly, observing the production of penis-flavored ramen video, which had been set to repeat indefinitely for the ramen chefs’ amusement, in the kitchen. I guess I had crawled there; I didn't give much of a shit anyhow. I smelled the faint scent of Shonen Jump that remained from last night’s weeaboo run, and the love pillows hummed quietly in the dark. Hmm… Bleach. Nah, that'd be kind of painful I think. Who gives a fuck? I deserve as much ecchi as I can get. I'll just stick with drinking Ramune I guess. That's enough satisfaction for me. Just then, I instinctively wandered over to the counter, mindlessly picking a lava-lamp out of the lava-lamp block; a decent sized dildo like the ones always used in Elizabeth Center, or during those old Chinese action movies. Leaning up against the counter, I started thinking; should I leave some Ramune? No, no one's gonna want that shit anyway. Should I tell someone? No, I’m a bitch made; nobody would want any of my shit. What am I doing? You're ending the endless thirst…once and for all. With my butt up against the fluorescent lava-lamp of the counter surface, I flipped the bottle over in my hands. It reflected my AT-Field and bounced it off the walls and obscene love pillows behind me. A laptop sat next to me, its screen-saver shined bright. Maybe one more video wouldn't hurt. Making sure the volume was on really low, so as not to wake the other workers, I typed in my password and closed my porn-tabs. The web-page was still loading (our internet connection was shit), but just barely. A few seconds later, after a nice, catchy little fap to futanari hentai or something, the page had loaded: "Youtube: History, Favorites, What’s New?, Etc.” After meticulously deleting my browsing history, I scrunched my genitals. I had found a video called “deez.flv,” with a thumbnail featuring a two boys apparently moshing through a decrepit living room. This doesn't look like shit! I clicked the video while clicking my berry; a young, seemingly shaky rhythm came into existence as I came into orgasm. On screen: the two stoic words, “My Movie” flashed in front of a black screen. Not bad, I guess. Two young men appeared on screen; they were dancing in front of a couch, their butts shaking in the air. Their living room was abysmal, but their hops were surprisingly fresh. … They kept on dancing. Despite listening to the same redundant music, they just kept on dancing without losing a bit of vigor or momentum. I was watching now, maybe even without fisting my gourd. The music had suddenly gotten more stern, and sounded like it was ripped from Earthbound’s bgm soundtrack. There were ominous rings in the background and faint synthetic growling, and all the other effect characteristic of a standard Super Nintendo track. The boys continued: Dancing, and dancing, and dancing, and dancing. And dancing more, and more, and more... And through it all, they rose and fell, and danced to the beat. And throughout the song, it was as if they wanted us to know. They’ll carry on. They’ll carry on. And though a scary nigger followed them, believe me, they knew they’d carry on. They’ll carry on, I said. And in my heart I couldn’t contain it, their dance wouldn’t explain it.

Wow, I actually liked their angelic beats. The moves were pretty dope, too, and the moe nigger actually looked pretty cool. The paint on their wall was peelin’; it was decimated by Rasheed. I thought the asbestos would’ve killed them all. So paint it back, and stop actin’ black. I’m gonna’ shout it loud and clear! Should I drink that Hulk after all? I hear the call, to Hulk it up! I’m seriously gonna’ Hulk up! And although I’m a pussy punk bitch- believe me, I know- I think I’m ready to carry that weight… or that Hpnotiq. And though the video has ended, Beavis and Butthead’s beats will carry me on!

Now I decided to rewatch their video for a fifth time, and I was paying almost full attention.

Although I knew I’d have to face my fears Disappointed faces of my peers (and Kuvonn) I took a look at myself And said, “Damn, I’m not as much of a landwhale as I thought”

Do or diet, you'll never scare me Because I know moe nigger’s on my side Though you try, you'll never bake me I want it all, my Ramune tall The Spiral King’s fall Deez nuts on a wall My barrel rall Onee-chan to call

This is just a video, not an AMV. Just a .gif image, and a .png and a song. Just 45 hits, no more and no less. I Am Chillren!

I could feel it… I could feel the influence of Deez.flv, and the meaning behind it, and how the author felt when he produced it. I knew what he meant, and understood what he felt. I got it. Okay, here we go: I knew they’d carry on, and carry Milan. And though moe nigger’s dead and gone, believe me His face will carry me on. I will carry this burden and Deez Nuts high. And though I’m hungry as shit, Like Thugnificent, Simon, and all my other lifelong heroes, I’d stop being a fag and carry on.

At last, I put the Milk Duds, and all the bases, down on the counter as the doors to the shop opened. "Female-nigga, the fuck you doin’? This ain’t no private residence or any shit like that. I oughta’ slap the shit out of you!” “Oh, you stupid! This be worse than Luke Persian cat episode! You dum-mass!” At that moment, I realized that these two vociferous Asian men knew nothing of Gucci, or AT-fields for that matter. I promptly left Ramen Setagaya, with a spring in my step and a song in my heart. Deez.flv, huh? Well, lPuddle, you seem to know a bit about depression, and how bad things can get. I have so many questions to ask you, but my other questions are ancillary when compared to this one: Who. Is. Grand-Master Koh? I immediately looked my cum-covered hand. God…what was I doing? I can’t believe I fapped to futanari shit, thinking it was actually hot. I was going to end it all, and become a total faggot, in spite of everything I’ve learned from the elusive lPuddle. Deez Dot FLV Maybe I should look up this Sifu Koh guy. Sifu Andre may sound like the Duke of Fat-Ass, but as long as I have my AT-Field, poker face, laptop, Ramune, Incredible Hulks, Stunner Shades, blast knuckles, fixed toiler, longboard, and Hylian Shield, maybe this whole not being a bitch thing really could save my life.

"I BELIEVE IN THE ME THAT BELIEVES IN ME, NOT THE ME THAT BELIEVES IN YOU THAT BELIEVES IN ME”

- Simon (See-mon)

XXNegroid07Xx is stealing your shit at this very moment. Did you know Bobby had a brother? Do you want to know what happened to him? He was burned to death by a dropped can of kerosene.

It's a mystery wrapped in a riddle inside an enigma within redundancy.