star wars kiddo

[Da1andonly]

anyone know what happened to him? Rumour says that it's Displaced on that video...and somehow when the rumour came out, Disp fled to the island Kos in Greece.

Where is he!"?!1~

[Superted]

Hmm, was he in the third star wars movie at all?

[GlitterKat]

Ah, I too heard a similar rumour that the star wars fellow was actually GHB after he walked to the end of his road to buy some new balsar wood for his science project which he was late doing because he had spent the whole weekend sitting up in the barn of his grandparents farm putting pieces of coal up his asshole to see if it felt nice because a chinese kid at his school had told him it's supposed to feel great but he was weary because that same chinese kid also sold him a goddamn lemon and he almost went crazy and put the kids hand in a bowl of varnish but he held back and just decided to go on the biggest bender the town of Westbridge had ever seen, since it was a godforsaken village roaming with vermin and diseased old men who used to work in clock shops living in garbage cans he rushed home as fast as he could because this rotten wench-like shrew would always wait for him outside the school gates with a trash bag full of blind spiders and a few dead plants which had always made him wonder 'what the fuck is this snaggle-toothed witch trying to do??' and I dont blame him even though one day he had wandered too near after being enticed by the sensual aroma of plum pie which was strategically placed on top of the ladies head, causing GHB to close his eyes and allow his nose to carry him to the delectable treat but little did he know of the horrid shock he would get when he awoke from his pie-induced trance only to be standing face to face with a large, russian javelin champion who gave him a kiss on the eye and threw him half way down the street which certainly confused poor GHB so much that he went home and sat down infront of the fire reading a book his brother had left at his house by accident after coming round to pick up a basket of random keys which he would later use to drop in the street and when notified by a pedestrian 'excuse you you dropped your key' he would reply with 'no i did not' and GHB had often seen his brother pulling off this stunt and confusing the common folk because thats just the kind of windmill keeper he was and people had often said it, infact, there was an article in the local newspaper, The Westbridge Bugle, all about GHB's brother, KJW, and how he has worn the same set of spectacles since 1981, the same year GHB realised he had a particularly magic ability to put his finger inside a bottle of berry juice and absorb the entire contents through his hand, a trick which had astounded the fellows at the yacht club many a time because they simply had never even been introduced to any form of dark arts because they were so posh the wizards of Westbridge did neither talk to them nor did they involve themselves in the business of the yachtsmen in the slightlest, however, GHB had spoken to one of the oldest men in the town and asked him if there was anything he could give him since he had totally forgotten about the birthday of King Zinwatanyayho and was urgently looking for a present so the old man who carried a coffin on his back night and day to sleep in was his last chance but at a first glance he didnt quite know whether it was a good idea to engage in conversation with the elderly chap because he seemed to have a rather impressive moustace and his entire face had been delicately scattered with drawing pins to such an extent that it was nearly impossible to tell whether or not this old man was happy because he had recently been awarded the nobel prize for 'Most Dangerous Staircase' or was he upset because in a few days he would trip over the award and fall down the staircase that would shock the newspapers and most of all GHB was at this point in tears because he had remembered that the old man was not wearing any trousers and his legs had been dipped in honey in some form of ritual involving a model of a cartoon hippo and the worlds first balloon so GHB put on a pair of stilts and headed off to the market which was owned by Lady Henrietta, a short and stocky woman who could only be seen if you placed a very unique set of glasses onto your head and stared through a tiny hole in the wall outside the fruitiestAGFHDSGPG GOD IM FUCKING SICK OF TYPING

[Xog]

lol @ the last part of ur post.

[Exotic]

i have never seen or heard of the star wars kid someone please givet me the link

[kamakazi-insomniac]

lmao at how much you type and how far off the topic has gotten withen 5 posts

[GHB]

ahahaha GlitterKat

[cundor]

My family is in kos

[Nickname]

Ah, I too heard a similar rumour that the star wars fellow was actually GHB after he walked to the end of his road to buy some new balsar wood for his science project which he was late doing because he had spent the whole weekend sitting up in the barn of his grandparents farm putting pieces of coal up his asshole to see if it felt nice because a chinese kid at his school had told him it's supposed to feel great but he was weary because that same chinese kid also sold him a goddamn lemon and he almost went crazy and put the kids hand in a bowl of varnish but he held back and just decided to go on the biggest bender the town of Westbridge had ever seen, since it was a godforsaken village roaming with vermin and diseased old men who used to work in clock shops living in garbage cans he rushed home as fast as he could because this rotten wench-like shrew would always wait for him outside the school gates with a trash bag full of blind spiders and a few dead plants which had always made him wonder 'what the fuck is this snaggle-toothed witch trying to do??' and I dont blame him even though one day he had wandered too near after being enticed by the sensual aroma of plum pie which was strategically placed on top of the ladies head, causing GHB to close his eyes and allow his nose to carry him to the delectable treat but little did he know of the horrid shock he would get when he awoke from his pie-induced trance only to be standing face to face with a large, russian javelin champion who gave him a kiss on the eye and threw him half way down the street which certainly confused poor GHB so much that he went home and sat down infront of the fire reading a book his brother had left at his house by accident after coming round to pick up a basket of random keys which he would later use to drop in the street and when notified by a pedestrian 'excuse you you dropped your key' he would reply with 'no i did not' and GHB had often seen his brother pulling off this stunt and confusing the common folk because thats just the kind of windmill keeper he was and people had often said it, infact, there was an article in the local newspaper, The Westbridge Bugle, all about GHB's brother, KJW, and how he has worn the same set of spectacles since 1981, the same year GHB realised he had a particularly magic ability to put his finger inside a bottle of berry juice and absorb the entire contents through his hand, a trick which had astounded the fellows at the yacht club many a time because they simply had never even been introduced to any form of dark arts because they were so posh the wizards of Westbridge did neither talk to them nor did they involve themselves in the business of the yachtsmen in the slightlest, however, GHB had spoken to one of the oldest men in the town and asked him if there was anything he could give him since he had totally forgotten about the birthday of King Zinwatanyayho and was urgently looking for a present so the old man who carried a coffin on his back night and day to sleep in was his last chance but at a first glance he didnt quite know whether it was a good idea to engage in conversation with the elderly chap because he seemed to have a rather impressive moustace and his entire face had been delicately scattered with drawing pins to such an extent that it was nearly impossible to tell whether or not this old man was happy because he had recently been awarded the nobel prize for 'Most Dangerous Staircase' or was he upset because in a few days he would trip over the award and fall down the staircase that would shock the newspapers and most of all GHB was at this point in tears because he had remembered that the old man was not wearing any trousers and his legs had been dipped in honey in some form of ritual involving a model of a cartoon hippo and the worlds first balloon so GHB put on a pair of stilts and headed off to the market which was owned by Lady Henrietta, a short and stocky woman who could only be seen if you placed a very unique set of glasses onto your head and stared through a tiny hole in the wall outside the fruitiestAGFHDSGPG GOD IM FUCKING SICK OF TYPING

try using paragraphs.

[GHB]

try using paragraphs.

THANKS FOR QUOTING THE WHOLE TEXT SO THAT I HAVE TO WASTE ANOTHER EIGHT SECONDS TO SCROLL DOWN fffffff

[Jerome Scuggs]

THANKS FOR QUOTING THE WHOLE TEXT SO THAT I HAVE TO WASTE ANOTHER EIGHT SECONDS TO SCROLL DOWN fffffff

tl;dr

[RoDNeY]

http://www.screamingpickle.com/members/StarWarsKid/

[Jeenyuss]

Ah, I too heard a similar rumour that the star wars fellow was actually GHB after he walked to the end of his road to buy some new balsar wood for his science project which he was late doing because he had spent the whole weekend sitting up in the barn of his grandparents farm putting pieces of coal up his asshole to see if it felt nice because a chinese kid at his school had told him it's supposed to feel great but he was weary because that same chinese kid also sold him a goddamn lemon and he almost went crazy and put the kids hand in a bowl of varnish but he held back and just decided to go on the biggest bender the town of Westbridge had ever seen, since it was a godforsaken village roaming with vermin and diseased old men who used to work in clock shops living in garbage cans he rushed home as fast as he could because this rotten wench-like shrew would always wait for him outside the school gates with a trash bag full of blind spiders and a few dead plants which had always made him wonder 'what the fuck is this snaggle-toothed witch trying to do??' and I dont blame him even though one day he had wandered too near after being enticed by the sensual aroma of plum pie which was strategically placed on top of the ladies head, causing GHB to close his eyes and allow his nose to carry him to the delectable treat but little did he know of the horrid shock he would get when he awoke from his pie-induced trance only to be standing face to face with a large, russian javelin champion who gave him a kiss on the eye and threw him half way down the street which certainly confused poor GHB so much that he went home and sat down infront of the fire reading a book his brother had left at his house by accident after coming round to pick up a basket of random keys which he would later use to drop in the street and when notified by a pedestrian 'excuse you you dropped your key' he would reply with 'no i did not' and GHB had often seen his brother pulling off this stunt and confusing the common folk because thats just the kind of windmill keeper he was and people had often said it, infact, there was an article in the local newspaper, The Westbridge Bugle, all about GHB's brother, KJW, and how he has worn the same set of spectacles since 1981, the same year GHB realised he had a particularly magic ability to put his finger inside a bottle of berry juice and absorb the entire contents through his hand, a trick which had astounded the fellows at the yacht club many a time because they simply had never even been introduced to any form of dark arts because they were so posh the wizards of Westbridge did neither talk to them nor did they involve themselves in the business of the yachtsmen in the slightlest, however, GHB had spoken to one of the oldest men in the town and asked him if there was anything he could give him since he had totally forgotten about the birthday of King Zinwatanyayho and was urgently looking for a present so the old man who carried a coffin on his back night and day to sleep in was his last chance but at a first glance he didnt quite know whether it was a good idea to engage in conversation with the elderly chap because he seemed to have a rather impressive moustace and his entire face had been delicately scattered with drawing pins to such an extent that it was nearly impossible to tell whether or not this old man was happy because he had recently been awarded the nobel prize for 'Most Dangerous Staircase' or was he upset because in a few days he would trip over the award and fall down the staircase that would shock the newspapers and most of all GHB was at this point in tears because he had remembered that the old man was not wearing any trousers and his legs had been dipped in honey in some form of ritual involving a model of a cartoon hippo and the worlds first balloon so GHB put on a pair of stilts and headed off to the market which was owned by Lady Henrietta, a short and stocky woman who could only be seen if you placed a very unique set of glasses onto your head and stared through a tiny hole in the wall outside the fruitiestAGFHDSGPG GOD IM FUCKING SICK OF TYPING

Try using periods.


ps not really

[GlitterKat]

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Yay! My first period

[Mr. Peanuts]

I always thought you were female.