My ****ing man!This thread reads like a poorly written Wiki page typed out by a stoner after their 3rd bowl of the day....
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Once upon a time, in a quirky little town called Whimsyville, there lived a peculiar flaming wolf named Blaze and his best friend, a gold Cadillac bowling ball bag named Sparkle. Blaze was known for his fiery orange coat, which emitted a gentle warmth instead of burning everything in sight. Sparkle, on the other hand, was a glitzy bag with a sparkling personality, always bringing a touch of glamour wherever he went.
One sunny day, as Blaze and Sparkle strolled through the town square, they noticed a crowd gathered around a bowling alley. Curiosity got the better of them, and they scampered over to see what the fuss was all about. It turned out that the annual Whimsyville Bowling Tournament was about to begin, and the grand prize was a golden trophy rumored to grant three wishes to its winner.
Blaze's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Sparkle, my buddy, I've always dreamt of having a set of paws instead of these fiery hooves. Imagine how handy that would be for bowling!" he exclaimed.
Sparkle, his golden fabric shining with enthusiasm, chimed in, "And I've always wanted to be able to roll myself instead of relying on someone to carry me around. Oh, the adventures we would have!"
With their hearts set on the coveted trophy, Blaze and Sparkle decided to enter the tournament. Blaze's flaming fur caused quite a commotion as they signed up, but the organizers were happy to have a flaming wolf as part of the competition.
The tournament began, and Blaze and Sparkle put their unique skills to the test. Blaze's flaming paws effortlessly guided the bowling ball, while Sparkle's golden exterior gleamed as he glided down the alley with precision. The spectators were mesmerized by their extraordinary abilities, cheering them on with excitement.
As the final round approached, Blaze and Sparkle found themselves neck and neck with their opponents. It was a tense moment, with the crowd holding their breath. Blaze summoned his inner fire and sent the ball soaring down the alley, striking down all the pins with a blaze of glory. The spectators erupted into thunderous applause.
Now it was Sparkle's turn. With a glimmer in his eye, he climbed into the gold Cadillac bowling ball bag and zipped himself up, ready for the ride of his life. The bag took off, rolling down the alley with elegance and grace. It spun, twirled, and pirouetted before hitting the pins with a strike that left the crowd in awe.
The victory belonged to Blaze and Sparkle! They were awarded the golden trophy and rushed to make their wishes. Blaze wished for a pair of paws, and in a burst of magical flames, he transformed into a wolf with adorable fluffy paws. Sparkle wished to be able to roll himself, and just like that, he sprouted tiny wheels underneath, becoming a stylish, mobile bowling ball bag.
The town of Whimsyville was abuzz with laughter and joy as the flaming wolf with fluffy paws and the golden Cadillac bowling ball bag with wheels danced around, celebrating their dreams come true. From that day forward, Blaze and Sparkle were inseparable, continuing their misadventures and bringing smiles to everyone they encountered in their enchanting town.
And so, the tale of the flaming wolf and the gold Cadillac bowling ball bag became a legendary story that was passed down through generations, reminding everyone that sometimes, the most extraordinary things can happen when you combine fire, gold, and a whole lot of whimsy.
One sunny day, as Blaze and Sparkle strolled through the town square, they noticed a crowd gathered around a bowling alley. Curiosity got the better of them, and they scampered over to see what the fuss was all about. It turned out that the annual Whimsyville Bowling Tournament was about to begin, and the grand prize was a golden trophy rumored to grant three wishes to its winner.
Blaze's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Sparkle, my buddy, I've always dreamt of having a set of paws instead of these fiery hooves. Imagine how handy that would be for bowling!" he exclaimed.
Sparkle, his golden fabric shining with enthusiasm, chimed in, "And I've always wanted to be able to roll myself instead of relying on someone to carry me around. Oh, the adventures we would have!"
With their hearts set on the coveted trophy, Blaze and Sparkle decided to enter the tournament. Blaze's flaming fur caused quite a commotion as they signed up, but the organizers were happy to have a flaming wolf as part of the competition.
The tournament began, and Blaze and Sparkle put their unique skills to the test. Blaze's flaming paws effortlessly guided the bowling ball, while Sparkle's golden exterior gleamed as he glided down the alley with precision. The spectators were mesmerized by their extraordinary abilities, cheering them on with excitement.
As the final round approached, Blaze and Sparkle found themselves neck and neck with their opponents. It was a tense moment, with the crowd holding their breath. Blaze summoned his inner fire and sent the ball soaring down the alley, striking down all the pins with a blaze of glory. The spectators erupted into thunderous applause.
Now it was Sparkle's turn. With a glimmer in his eye, he climbed into the gold Cadillac bowling ball bag and zipped himself up, ready for the ride of his life. The bag took off, rolling down the alley with elegance and grace. It spun, twirled, and pirouetted before hitting the pins with a strike that left the crowd in awe.
The victory belonged to Blaze and Sparkle! They were awarded the golden trophy and rushed to make their wishes. Blaze wished for a pair of paws, and in a burst of magical flames, he transformed into a wolf with adorable fluffy paws. Sparkle wished to be able to roll himself, and just like that, he sprouted tiny wheels underneath, becoming a stylish, mobile bowling ball bag.
The town of Whimsyville was abuzz with laughter and joy as the flaming wolf with fluffy paws and the golden Cadillac bowling ball bag with wheels danced around, celebrating their dreams come true. From that day forward, Blaze and Sparkle were inseparable, continuing their misadventures and bringing smiles to everyone they encountered in their enchanting town.
And so, the tale of the flaming wolf and the gold Cadillac bowling ball bag became a legendary story that was passed down through generations, reminding everyone that sometimes, the most extraordinary things can happen when you combine fire, gold, and a whole lot of whimsy.
****ing Mark Twain....
Been out stuffin' some fat sows, err.. I mean stuffing my mouth with supperJust wonderin' where in the hell isARCman47 ?
With a van load of shorties stacked floor to ceiling and some 90wt lube, this could be THREAD -OF-THE-YEAR!
****ing in!!
The funniest part will be when AI gets Rattle Can Randy here a point for something he didn't even type out himself.
P.S.
You'd be better served teaching those monkeys to use the spray paint. Think of all the extra time you'd have on your hands.
P.S.
You'd be better served teaching those monkeys to use the spray paint. Think of all the extra time you'd have on your hands.
In the virtual realm of an internet forum dedicated to firearms, politics, and all sorts of wacky stuff, there existed two infamous moderators. These two individuals held the power to regulate the chaotic discussions and transactions that unfolded within the forum. However, they were far from being the beloved heroes of the digital domain.
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While the forum owner was conspicuously absent, leaving the moderators to run the show, the discontent among the users continued to grow. Members found their posts deleted without rhyme or reason, and their innocent jokes met with stern warnings. The atmosphere became tense, and the forum seemed like a warzone with the moderators as the grumpy generals.
One fateful day, fate intervened in the form of a glitchy private message. Both moderators inadvertently received the same message from a mysterious user, who turned out to be an enchanting digital cupid. The message contained a simple sentence: "Sometimes love can disarm even the most guarded hearts."
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One fateful night, under the shimmering glow of the virtual moon, the moderators admitted their true feelings for each other. Love blossomed in the virtual airwaves, transcending the boundaries of the forum they once governed with an iron fist. They embraced their newfound love, and it radiated through their words and actions.
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Gradually, the members began to warm up to the changed moderators. They found solace in the fact that the enforcers of the forum were now individuals who knew how to appreciate a good joke and embrace the whimsical side of life. The moderators' inconsistency became a source of amusement rather than frustration, as members anticipated their witty banter and entertaining exchanges.
And so, the forum thrived under the watchful yet jovial eyes of the moderators-turned-lovers. The virtual community became a place of camaraderie, where firearms, politics, and the occasional absurdity were discussed with respect and laughter. And all it took was two moderators falling in love to disarm the seriousness and bring joy to the digital domain.
