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Humpheria wrote:https://imgflip.com/i/al7mi

https://imgflip.com/i/al7n4

Baphometus wrote:you still technically are a criminal, i mean. Also, your memes the other day weren't any better,

You try making memes at 1:00 in the morning.

Humpheria wrote:Sorry, I can't be perfect all the time.

Also, they are low blows because unlike you, I'm not being serious. My campaign is not making funny pictures.

Humpheria wrote:Also, they are low blows because unlike you, I'm not being serious. My campaign is not making funny pictures.

I'm not either. I'm simply using memes to get across a message...plus I have no dirt on you

https://imgflip.com/i/al7os

Albenia wrote:I'm not either. I'm simply using memes to get across a message...plus I have no dirt on you

That is because he hasn't done anything completely idiot, like you.

Albenia wrote:https://imgflip.com/i/al7n4You try making memes at 1:00 in the morning.

I'm doing just fine.

Baphometus wrote:That is because he hasn't done anything completely idiot, like you.

Completely idiot.

Good job, Max.

Don't you just love it when the RMB flags get confusing?

...

https://imgflip.com/i/al7pi

Ooh ooh somebody make a meme about meh

https://imgflip.com/i/al7qh

Of course I love it hump.

https://imgflip.com/i/al7r6

Baphometus wrote:Ooh ooh somebody make a meme about meh

https://imgflip.com/i/al7ra

Humpheria wrote:https://imgflip.com/i/al7r6

Yes. that's one dead world leader I got.

Albenia wrote:https://imgflip.com/i/al7qh

If only, if only.

https://imgflip.com/i/al7sb

Albenia wrote:https://imgflip.com/i/al7ra

I think we all know that this is about the time where my mental state begins to crumble.

https://imgflip.com/i/al7ss

Albenia wrote:https://imgflip.com/i/al7sb

Ooh, a hitler one. I've been waiting for that.

https://imgflip.com/i/al7u0

https://imgflip.com/i/al7vj

Two-Parter

Part one: https://imgflip.com/i/al7uw

Part 2: https://imgflip.com/i/al7vu

Baphometus wrote:https://imgflip.com/i/al7vj

Da hell is he?

Albenia wrote:Da hell is he?

Charles Manson.

Baphometus wrote:Charles Manson.

...oh.

https://imgflip.com/i/al7y0

Humpheria wrote:https://imgflip.com/i/al7y0

This couldn't be more true.

https://imgflip.com/i/al7zl

https://imgflip.com/i/al7zt

Alright, that's enough for tonight.

Baphometus wrote:https://imgflip.com/i/al7zl

This is Ian Brady and Myra Hindley, a couple who raped and killed several children and buried them at Saddleworth Moor.

...I got nothing else.

This is why we recolored the Pev/Humph campaign banners, guys.

Baphometus wrote:This is Ian Brady and Myra Hindley, a couple who raped and killed several children and buried them at Saddleworth Moor.

Um... That got dark quick...

This is why I just watch from the shadows. ;-)

Miencraft wrote:This is why we recolored the Pev/Humph campaign banners, guys.

These aren't permanent. If Pev doesn't give me his by tomorrow morning, I'm just going with yours.

Funkytopia wrote:Um... That got dark quick...

This is why I just watch from the shadows. ;-)

lol

Humpheria wrote:These aren't permanent. If Pev doesn't give me his by tomorrow morning, I'm just going with yours.

I know, but still, so many monochrome Reagans.

I'll go build a black-and-white wall to tear down.

Hindley wakes and Hindley says

"Whatever he has done, I have done"

"You could say we're a team."

You might sleep, you might sleep, you might sleep but you will never dream....

And isn't it already tomorrow morning? Heh.

Miencraft wrote:I know, but still, so many monochrome Reagans.

I'll go build a black-and-white wall to tear down.

It means we got support, brah. Enjoy it.

Can we all talk about my extensive knowledge of serial killers?

Baphometus wrote:Can we all talk about my extensive knowledge of serial killers?

Not really, no.

Oh, find me, find me!

Find me!

I'll haunt you when you laugh

Oh, I'll haunt you when you laugh

But fresh lilaced moorland fields

Cannot hide the stolid stench of death

Lesley-Anne, with your pretty white beads

Oh John, you'll never be a man

And you'll never see your home again

Oh Manchester, so much to answer for

Edward, see those alluring lights?

Tonight will be your very last night

A woman said: "I know my son is dead

I'll never rest my hands on his sacred head"

Music Lyrics time?

I can see in here

And I can feel in here

Comatose with common sense

I take my time in here

Somebody get me out of here

What am I so against

I just wanna watch the whole world burn

Lost a million times and I won't learn

Show me someone innocent

I'll show you there's no proof

I may be gone but I'm no fool

I'm not close

I'm not safe

I know I'll never be in chains.

Procession moves on, the shouting is over,

Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone.

Talking aloud as they sit round their tables,

Scattering flowers washed down by the rain.

Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden,

Watching them pass like clouds in the sky,

Try to cry out in the heat of the moment,

Possessed by a fury that burns from inside.

Cry like a child, though these years make me older,

With children my time is so wastefully spent,

A burden to keep, though their inner communion,

Accept like a curse an unlucky deal.

Played by the gate at the foot of the garden,

My view stretches out from the fence to the wall,

No words could explain, no actions determine,

Just watching the trees and the leaves as they fall.

Albenia wrote:Music Lyrics time?

I can see in here

And I can feel in here

Comatose with common sense

I take my time in here

Somebody get me out of here

What am I so against

I just wanna watch the whole world burn

Lost a million times and I won't learn

Show me someone innocent

I'll show you there's no proof

I may be gone but I'm no fool

I'm not close

I'm not safe

I know I'll never be in chains.

I don't know who wrote this song, but I can assure you that Morrissey is a better songwriter than them.

Albenia wrote:Music Lyrics time?

I can see in here

And I can feel in here

Comatose with common sense

I take my time in here

Somebody get me out of here

What am I so against

I just wanna watch the whole world burn

Lost a million times and I won't learn

Show me someone innocent

I'll show you there's no proof

I may be gone but I'm no fool

I'm not close

I'm not safe

I know I'll never be in chains.

These are bad lyrics.

Baphometus wrote:I don't know who wrote this song, but I can assure you that Morrissey is a better songwriter than them.

Tired Stone Sour. Great song.

You say: "ere long done do does did"

Words which could only be your own

And then you then produce the text

From whence was ripped some dizzy whore, 1804

And the first one tore a picture

Of a dead and hanging man

Who was kissing foreign fishes

That flew right out from this hands

And when I put my arms around him

I felt the blushing blood run through my cheeks

And an eeriness surrounded when his tongue began to speak

And he said...Oh boy you are so pretty

Enough to wrap tight in rice-paper string.

And when I finally kissed him the whole world began to ring

Lost like a bell that's tipping over

With two cracks along both sides

And I knew the world was over so I took a look outside

And watched the fires that were reaching

Up to the weather vane and the tops of trees

And the waiting scene and the Sunday dream

They're all waiting here for me

Deli markets with their flower stands

And pretty girls and the burning men

Hanging out on the hooks next to the window displays

And I took out my tongue twice removed from my face

Across a bridge and across the mountains

Threw a nickel in a fountain

To save my soul from all these troubled times

And all the drugs that I don't have the guts to take

To soothe my mind so I'm always sober

Always aching, always heading towards

Mass suicide, occult figurines

And wasted gas-station attendants

Attending to their jobs

And a nice drive in the country

Finds a nice cliff to drop off

Oh when this life just gets so grating

All the grittiness of life

But don't take those pills your boyfriend gave you

You're too wonderful to die

And the last one tore a picture

From the pornographic page

When all the pleasure points attacking

All the looks of love were staged

And it's a lie that you've been given

That just hurts you every day

So why should i lay here naked

When it's just too far away

From anything we could call loving

Any love worth living for

So I'll sleep out in the gutter

You can sleep here on the floor

And when I wake up in the morning

I won't forget to lock the door

Because with a match that's mean and some gasoline

You won't see me anymore

Beat that, tired stone sour.

Godisdead wrote:And the first one tore a picture

Of a dead and hanging man

Who was kissing foreign fishes

That flew right out from this hands

And when I put my arms around him

I felt the blushing blood run through my cheeks

And an eeriness surrounded when his tongue began to speak

And he said...Oh boy you are so pretty

Enough to wrap tight in rice-paper string.

And when I finally kissed him the whole world began to ring

Lost like a bell that's tipping over

With two cracks along both sides

And I knew the world was over so I took a look outside

And watched the fires that were reaching

Up to the weather vane and the tops of trees

And the waiting scene and the Sunday dream

They're all waiting here for me

Deli markets with their flower stands

And pretty girls and the burning men

Hanging out on the hooks next to the window displays

And I took out my tongue twice removed from my face

Across a bridge and across the mountains

Threw a nickel in a fountain

To save my soul from all these troubled times

And all the drugs that I don't have the guts to take

To soothe my mind so I'm always sober

Always aching, always heading towards

Mass suicide, occult figurines

And wasted gas-station attendants

Attending to their jobs

And a nice drive in the country

Finds a nice cliff to drop off

Oh when this life just gets so grating

All the grittiness of life

But don't take those pills your boyfriend gave you

You're too wonderful to die

And the last one tore a picture

From the pornographic page

When all the pleasure points attacking

All the looks of love were staged

And it's a lie that you've been given

That just hurts you every day

So why should i lay here naked

When it's just too far away

From anything we could call loving

Any love worth living for

So I'll sleep out in the gutter

You can sleep here on the floor

And when I wake up in the morning

I won't forget to lock the door

Because with a match that's mean and some gasoline

You won't see me anymore

That song makes me happy.

Oh comely, I will be with you when you lose your breath,

Chasing the only meaningful memory you thought you had left.

With some pretty, bright and bubbly terrible scene

That was doing her thing on your chest.

But oh comely,

It isn't as pretty as you'd like to guess

In your memory, you're drunk on your awe to me

It doesn't mean anything at all.

Oh comely,

All of your friends are all letting you blow,

Bristling and ugly, bursting with fruits falling out from the holes

Of some pretty, bright, and bubbly friend

You could need to say comforting things in your ear

But oh comely,

There isn't such one friend that you could find here.

Standing next to me,

He's only my enemy

I'll crush him with everything I own.

Say what you want to say

Hang for your hollow ways

Moving your mouth to pull out

All your miracle aimed for me.

Your father made fetuses with flesh licking ladies,

While you and your mother were asleep in the trailer park.

Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums,

The music and medicine you needed for comforting.

So make all your fat fleshy fingers to moving,

And pluck all your silly strings, bend all your notes for me.

Soft silly music is meaningful magical,

The movements were beautiful, all in your ovaries.

All of them milking with green fleshy flowers,

While powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines.

Smelling of semen all under the garden

Was all you were needing when you still believed in me.

Say what your want to say.

Hang for your hollow ways.

Moving your mouth to pull out

All your miracle aimed for me.

And I know they buried her body with others,

Her sister and mother and five-hundred families.

And will she remember me fifty years later?

I wished I could save her in some sort of time machine.

Know all your enemies.

We know who our enemies are.

Know all your enemies.

We know who our enemies are.

Goldaline, my dear,

We will fold and freeze together

Far away from here.

There is sun and spring and green forever.

But now we move to feel for ourselves inside some stranger's stomach.

Place your body here,

Let your skin begin to blend itself with mine.

Baphometus wrote:Beat that, tired stone sour.

If it has a slow beat. It sucks.

Albenia wrote:If it has a slow beat. It sucks.

That was the most ignorant thing ever written.

Albenia wrote:If it has a slow beat. It sucks.

All the lies that you make up

What's at the back of your mind?

Oh, your face I can see

And it's desperately kind

But what's at the back of your mind?

Two icy-cold hands conducting the way

It's the Eskimo blood in my veins

Amid concrete and clay

And general decay

Nature must still find a way

So ignore all the codes of the day

Let your juvenile influences sway

This way and that way

This way, that way

God, how sex implores you

To let yourself lose yourself

Stretch out and wait

Stretch out and wait

Let your puny body, lie down, lie down

As we lie, you say

As we lie, you say

Stretch out and...

Stretch out and wait

Stretch out and wait

Let your puny body lie down, lie down

As we lie, you say :

Will the world end in the night time?

(I really don't know)

Or will the world end in the day time?

(I really don't know)

And is there any point ever having children?

Oh, I don't know

All I do know is we're Here and it's Now

So... stretch out and wait

Stretch out and wait

There is no debate, no debate, no debate

How can you conciously contemplate

I don't music much.

Albenia wrote:If it has a slow beat. It sucks.

http://youtu.be/-CGIii_eTOk

This may legitimately be the saddest song ever written.

Picking up the pieces of the day

And casting them away

Walk into the town below

And lay it all so low

Waltzing with Paulina

Now all the world's asleep

With the secrets that they keep

Climb 'till your legs are tired

And your eyes are open wide

Polska Ukrayina

Polska Ukrayina, now!

Never alone, never afraid

Śliwowica under the shade

You'll greet the sun with bottles high

Your bodies pale against the sky

Zajebiście, Kurwa!

Zajebiście, Kurwa!

Up into the highest peak

Sleep is for the weak

Baltic is at your back

You'll head towards the Black

Where the river's rising high

All along the countryside

Enter the hyenas

Enter the hyenas

One for the A to the K

Two for Ascension day

Three for the dusty ground

Four for the life you've found

Polska Ukrayina

Polska Ukrayina, now

Godisdead wrote:That was the most ignorant thing ever written.

It's not Ignorant. It's opinionated based off experience. Never have I had a slow song that I liked.

Albenia wrote:It's not Ignorant. It's opinionated based off experience. Never have I had a slow song that I liked.

That's a wrong opinion. Stop having it.

Post self-deleted by Albenia.

Albenia wrote:It's not Ignorant. It's opinionated based off experience. Never have I had a slow song that I liked.

http://youtu.be/-CGIii_eTOk

LISTEN TO THIS AND CRY

ITS ABOUT KILLING YOURSELF CRY DAMMIT CRY

Baphometus wrote:http://youtu.be/-CGIii_eTOk

LISTEN TO THIS AND CRY

ITS ABOUT KILLING YOURSELF CRY DAMMIT CRY

Call me evil, but I didn't even have a sad thought in my head...

I prefer this song when we are talking bout suicide man.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lP077RitNAc

In honor of Pev's term as President: (It's Sinatra, not this "daddy issue" stuff you're playing, ya uncultured swine)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6E2hYDIFDIU

I will get you into The Smiths I swear to god

Albenia wrote:Call me evil, but I didn't even have a sad thought in my head...

I prefer this song when we are talking bout suicide man.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lP077RitNAc

As to the meaning of this song..

The song is symbolic, People with depression pretend to be happy in front of others since they may think if they are always sad people would hurt them more than they already are so they act as if there is joy in their life, Or it's about how when someone is about to commit suicide they seem happy in their own f*cked up way to die

Baphometus wrote:I will get you into The Smiths I swear to god

Nope.

Humpheria wrote:In honor of Pev's term as President: (It's Sinatra, not this "daddy issue" stuff you're playing, ya uncultured swine)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6E2hYDIFDIU

Sinatra is a god. I love you.

Humpheria wrote:In honor of Pev's term as President: (It's Sinatra, not this "daddy issue" stuff you're playing, ya uncultured swine)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6E2hYDIFDIU

excuse me, I believe that TTA is the one playing the daddy issue music. Hunter and I are barraging him with Indie and Eighties New Wave

It's called metal and Rock you fools.

Albenia wrote:Nope.

Look up Miserable Lie by The Smiths. It's hella slow at first, but not for long.

Baphometus wrote:excuse me, I believe that TTA is the one playing the daddy issue music. Hunter and I are barraging him with Indie and Eighties New Wave

You forgot the polish folk punk.

Albenia wrote:It's called metal and Rock you fools.

Metal is trash Hun

Godisdead wrote:Sinatra is a god. I love you.

Ya. Join the club.

Baphometus wrote:Metal is trash Hun

No it isn't.

Baphometus wrote:Look up Miserable Lie by The Smiths. It's hella slow at first, but not for long.

That voice is awful...

Albenia wrote:No it isn't.

The lyrics sure are.

Here's my favorite band.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ueMz4YaEfZs

Albenia wrote:That voice is awful...

DONT YOU EVER SAY THAT ABOUT MORRISSEY YOU DISGUSTING WAD OF ASS LINT

Baphometus wrote:The lyrics sure are.

Not the lyrics by this band.

Albenia wrote:Here's my favorite band.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ueMz4YaEfZs

Albenia wrote:That voice is awful...

That's how I imagine pev sounding.

I've learned in all of my years that there are three things that destroy friendships.

1. Religion

2. Politics

3. Music

I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU

Baphometus wrote:I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU

Fine by me.

Godisdead wrote:That's how I imagine pev sounding.

Charmingly exotic.

Can we talk about how beautiful Morrissey was?

I think Australian accents are sexy. Period. Male or female.

Baphometus wrote:Can we talk about how beautiful Morrissey was?

No.

Baphometus wrote:Can we talk about how beautiful Morrissey was?

He isn't.

Humpheria wrote:I think Australian accents are sexy. Period. Male or female.

This is tye.

Humpheria wrote:I think Australian accents are sexy. Period. Male or female.

This is definitely Humph after dark.

Albenia wrote:This is [B]tye[/B].

Wot m8?

Godisdead wrote:This is definitely Humph after dark.

*deep chuckles*

Albenia wrote:*True

Very true. Why do you think I agreed to be in the RLP in the first place? Because of what I imagined Pev sounded like.

Humpheria wrote:Very true. Why do you think I agreed to be in the RLP in the first place? Because of what I imagined Pev sounded like.

...*Facepalm*

Who wants to buy some freedom?

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