GTA threatening to "enjoy" you. Now what form might that actually take...
Now, I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor, dumb bastard die for his country.---Patton
There is no room in this country for hyphenated Americanism.---Teddy Roosevelt
I never forget a face, but in your case I'll make an exception.---Groucho
And if you all get killed, I'll piss on your graves.---Shaman Urdnot
How would you like to own a little bit of my foot in your ass.---Red Foreman
That, or similar happens to me all the time in my brain only thousands of times more messed up.
Watching "little girl plays with dead squirrel" and "cake farts" videos simultaneously right after having eaten an entire package of primo taglio dry coppa and drank a whole bottle of sioux city sarsparella.
Love me, I win.
Hate me, I win.
Ignore me, I've got exactly what I wanted.
Love me or hate me, you're still thinking of me either way.
Not so much scary as it would be agonizing and aggravating: one friend of mine who has two malfunctioning valves in his digestive tract could attest to that. One is always open and the other is always closed.
The possibility of someone you care about being taken away from you by a brutal dictator.
Love me, I win.
Hate me, I win.
Ignore me, I've got exactly what I wanted.
Love me or hate me, you're still thinking of me either way.
(Imagine you're a woman for this one) Believing yourself to be pregnant, and looking it, only to find out it's actually a tumour. (and yes, I realize tumours do not usually get that big)
Relief and yet worry. Since a female incarnation of me probably be a homely looking tomboy, I'd probably scare away all the guys. My first thought would probably be weight, and then any wondering about being knocked up would essentially be asking myself if some doctor used a test tube and turkey baster while I was asleep or some F***ed up crap like that (and probably scheming a Lorena Bobbit for the time being). After a test revealed false, I'd be relieved...then as it became apparent it was a tumor and not weight, I'd probably worry until things went whatever way they must. Then I'd be pissed because I'd be broke and using the rest of my life to pay for the operation.
Having to be infused with metroid DNA in order to save your own life from X-parasites, and yet the only place you could afford to live was fridgid cold.
Love me, I win.
Hate me, I win.
Ignore me, I've got exactly what I wanted.
Love me or hate me, you're still thinking of me either way.
L.A. going with Darth Revan being reborn as Darth Malgus. (This has been bothering the $*** outta me and ANY constructive refutations to it when I write my blog on it will make me feel better!)
Love me, I win.
Hate me, I win.
Ignore me, I've got exactly what I wanted.
Love me or hate me, you're still thinking of me either way.
That itself would be scary if only for the creep out factor. The spider itself is what to really worry about. If I had a lightsaber then it should be about as bad as traveling the planet Arzid with Chewie and Luke.
Being stuck in a city full of lepers, infectees of crabs, scabies, ticks, fleas, and some horrible plague with no realistic way of getting out without coming into contact with someone--and everyone is touchy feely.
Love me, I win.
Hate me, I win.
Ignore me, I've got exactly what I wanted.
Love me or hate me, you're still thinking of me either way.
Not scary because I can't imagine what that would be like as it defies most logical explanation. So... I guess you can't always be afraid of what you don't know or understand? (Good one)
Discoverig that large thing in your back yard you thought was a boulder was actually a real life version of the ancient humongous demon emperor Estark who was in hibernation until you woke it up.
Love me, I win.
Hate me, I win.
Ignore me, I've got exactly what I wanted.
Love me or hate me, you're still thinking of me either way.
Depends on how willing you were to just throw in the towel and die, I suppose.
Being the only straight guy on an island full of horny gay dudes wanting to make their personal slave.
Now, I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor, dumb bastard die for his country.---Patton
There is no room in this country for hyphenated Americanism.---Teddy Roosevelt
I never forget a face, but in your case I'll make an exception.---Groucho
And if you all get killed, I'll piss on your graves.---Shaman Urdnot
How would you like to own a little bit of my foot in your ass.---Red Foreman
Well, I believe in God (though perhaps some would argue I don't really b/c I don't follow religion to the letter) but even I know when someone has any kind of complex, it's a nightmare. Well, annoying at least.
Being stuck on an island with me and all my loony antics.
Love me, I win.
Hate me, I win.
Ignore me, I've got exactly what I wanted.
Love me or hate me, you're still thinking of me either way.
I'd shoot first and ask questions later....assuming you survived.
Being impaled in the public square and set aflame...and taking an eternity to die, with no respite from the searing pains that wrack your flesh.
Now, I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor, dumb bastard die for his country.---Patton
There is no room in this country for hyphenated Americanism.---Teddy Roosevelt
I never forget a face, but in your case I'll make an exception.---Groucho
And if you all get killed, I'll piss on your graves.---Shaman Urdnot
How would you like to own a little bit of my foot in your ass.---Red Foreman
Your incredibly inept neighbor possessing a rail gun cannon and the off chance it is ready to go and he's about to fire it, withgout looking where it is pointing which is right at your house and toward your gas and plumbing mains.
Love me, I win.
Hate me, I win.
Ignore me, I've got exactly what I wanted.
Love me or hate me, you're still thinking of me either way.
Nah not scary, but probably a bit of a mindf*** and aggravating knowing some puzzling things are ahead.
Discovering you're about to die an ugly death before the day's out and not having a clue how to prevent it (and you desperately want to live.....at least for the very forseeable future).
Now, I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor, dumb bastard die for his country.---Patton
There is no room in this country for hyphenated Americanism.---Teddy Roosevelt
I never forget a face, but in your case I'll make an exception.---Groucho
And if you all get killed, I'll piss on your graves.---Shaman Urdnot
How would you like to own a little bit of my foot in your ass.---Red Foreman
Bah, I'd just flush it down the toilet and replace it with sugar again hoping whoever put the cocaine there in the first place comes around looking for it again--and major lulz ensue when they discover it's sugar.
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Kind of like that dude at the apartment years ago searching a modest size 1 shelf bookcase for 3 hours for his crack he left that obviously wasn't there. I know it doesn't sound funny when I tell it, but if you were there to watch I *swear* you'd be laughing. Priceless entertainment.
Being in Lloyd's situation at the truck stop but instead of Sea-Bass showing up, it's some grubby boomer from L4D.
Love me, I win.
Hate me, I win.
Ignore me, I've got exactly what I wanted.
Love me or hate me, you're still thinking of me either way.
Not really scary.
*Person who made meme gets IP address tracked, if dynamic IP, ToR nodes investigated.*
*Person is found.*
*Individual's personal info released on the web*
*Hired haxor steals embarassing photos of person and makes worse memes*
*Hired haxor profits*
Being on the wrong side of the issue against Chuck Norris.
Love me, I win.
Hate me, I win.
Ignore me, I've got exactly what I wanted.
Love me or hate me, you're still thinking of me either way.
Not terrifying...for me at least Though probably quite embarrassing. I'm not quite as bald on top, hairy 'n' fat as that guy in a black thong with the guns and guitars on his bed--you know that picture I posted previously...but I'm at least somewhat close to looking like that. Less redneckish.
Finding out the person who sabotaged your family heritage project in 8th grade still had the photo and regretted it enough to want to appologize and give the picture back...about a minute after you threw him in a pool of molten steel.
Love me, I win.
Hate me, I win.
Ignore me, I've got exactly what I wanted.
Love me or hate me, you're still thinking of me either way.
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