IMPORTANT NOTICE: Sadly the original owner of this account passed away as of January 11th, 2022. This is his nephew and decided to keep his account active so I can keep the memories of my Uncle. I don't know if any of you were close to him but I'm sure he loved you as his friends. If you would like to talk about him or ask any questions don't be afraid to message me.


NOTICE: RETIRED FROM TEAM FORTRESS 2 - will make an appearace for hats.

Uh... I dunno?!?

***WORK COMPLETED: BOBBY HILL'S 24hr FUN SERVER***
***WORK COMPLETED: CDC THE CELLAR DOOR CREW***
***WORK COMPLETED: =LOL= WHAT HAT SIMULATOR***
***WORK COMPLETED: The Desuroom - Harbl Hotel***
***WORK COMPLETED: Unknown Assassins - UA Mariokart***
***WORK COMPLETED: No Heroes - All servers***

Eat mai Spycicle and die biotches!

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http://www.cartoonnetwork.com/games/adventuretime/index.html
http://www.pizzahut.com

"Why does everybody have to ruin our ♥♥♥♥? I hate everybody!" ~ George Dubbya Bush

"What the hell? I shot you in the ass and you didn't die!" ~ Sips

"TIME FOR ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ TELETUBBIES!" ~ Nicholas Cage's 5th Nipple

"Can I pound your ♥♥♥♥♥ as hard as I can? I want to work you over like I do
my cat." ~ Squishy

"I ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ HATE THAT SPINELESS INVIBLE CUMLESS TWATTYCAKES FAILED ABORTION ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ASSHAT! ITS NOT ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ FAIR!" ~ Bootybeard (9/25/2013)

"Haskins was arrested for breaking into cars and masturbating to the sound of the engine and is currently on parole. The incidents took place between April 2010 and January 2011. Haskins would disconnect the spark plugs, start the engines and masturbate to the sounds and sparks made by the engine, an act he called “cranking,” according to Raw Story." ~ Fox News

Have a complaint? File it with my personal secretary at complaints.on.nimp.org and I will contact you in 3 - 5 business days.

http://cloud-4.steampowered.com/ugc/48735553465364943/DB715CCD6C8A1AD8AD2463049A738A84C024805B/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qYB1NZcPvqs

No Humor: Part Two - by Ten Year Old Squeaker

In a small rural town where life’s quiet as a mouse,
Lives an old grump in a small wooden house.
He has a hunched back, and a hairline receding,
And no sense of humor, which sorely he’s needing.

Every morning this man is up before dawn,
Reading his paper and scaring kids off his lawn.
While riding his bicycle, one of the kids happened too close,
And drew aggro from Keyes who shouted “This kid is toast!”
Keyes reached for his cane, stood and straightened his back,
And hobbled out of his wooden front door to attack.
The kid’s bike was fast but Keyes’ insults were faster,
Screamed he “Stay off my grass, you heathen disaster!”

The kid heard the shout and stopped his bike with a skid,
And scratched his head puzzled, wondering what he just did.
So the boy named Squeaker turned deftly around,
And saw the old grump who weighed three hundred pounds.
Keyes stood on his stoop with his mouth left agape,
As Squeaker replied “Get a life, you crusty old ape!”
Keyes couldn’t believe what he’d just seen and heard,
For as Squeaker took off, he gave Keyes the bird.