( ´ω`) hello again, kids!

(・∀・) That was an awesome 1000GET, Grandpa!

(　･ิω･ิ) Hey there dad, junior. Where's Igewal?

　 _ 　∩
(　ﾟ∀ﾟ)彡　three weeks! three weeks!
　⊂彡

( ´ω`) I thought it was 5 weeks.

>>2 ( ´ω`) Thanks, Junior. I wanted to end it with me exploding but I couldn't find the AA in time.

　 _ 　∩
(　ﾟ∀ﾟ)彡　You mean! Two weeks!
　⊂彡

(・∀・) By the way grandpa, I forgot to ask before, but... life, internet, before etc?

( ´ω`) You're not making sense! What are you trying to get at?

( ´ω`) Wait! I think I get it...

( ´ω`) You're lusting for my manmeat, aren't you?

(・∀・)

(・∀・) WHAT WAS LIFE LIKE BEFORE THE INTERNET YOU FUCKING GEEZER

( ´ω`) PEOPLE USED TO READ BOOKS AND WATCH TV AND GO PLACES AND HANG OUT WITH THEIR FRIENDS AND HAVE REAL SEX INSTEAD OF MASTURBATING TO THE INTERNET YOU FETID LITTLE CROTCH DROPPING.

(・∀・) oh.

(・∀・) ...I see...

(・∀・) CAPSLOCK RLY IS CRUZ CTRL 4 KUL!!!!

（´ワ｀） Hi guys!

（´ワ｀） Who is the boss here?

(・∀・) I'm the boss of you!

>>13
( ´ω`) Treat others as you would be treated, zipperhead.

(・∀・) Grandpa, you know about the Dead Milkmen?

（´ワ｀） Hey boss, buy me a beer!

( ´ω`) No, I don't about any dead milkmen; and if anyone asks you don't either!

(・∀・) Grandpa, can we get 1000GET in 3 weeks?

( ´ω`) It's possible, but you'll really have to pour on the stupid questions, kiddo.

( ´ω`) Anytime, Junior...

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( ´ω`) Okay Junior, time to turn the TV off now.

(・∀・) Awwwww.

(・∀・) Grandpa, what goes in the email field?

( ´ω`) Fusianasan. It deletes shit threads like yours.

(´ω`) Nothing, since there is no email field.

（´ω｀） What happend to my eyes?

（´ω｀ ）Junior, where is my walking stick?

(・∀・) I broke it, lol!

( ´ω`) ...

(・∀・) Tell us a story, grandpa

( ´ω`) As the time for the attack on Hitler's Europe approached, General Omar Bradley gathered in Exeter in southern England, the officers of the U.S. divisions that were to make the assault landings in Normandy.

Bradley's purpose, no doubt, was to let us meet the man who would command the American ground forces. In the course of his talk, he sought to rouse us to the occasion by pointing out that we would have a front-row seat for the greatest military operation in history. For a few seconds there was silence. Then a roar of laughter swept across the room.

Bradley looked about, clearly puzzled. A professional soldier, he was approaching the greatest moment in his career. Most of us, however, were civilians in uniform. We were well aware that we were about to participate in a historic event. We were all concious, however, that a number of us would not witness the end of the first act of the drama that was to unfold, let alone the final curtain.

When the 4th Division, which I had joined two years earlier, went ashore at Utah Beach, on June 6, 1944, I doubt that it ever occurred to me that we could fail. After several years of intensive training in the United States, the division went to England in early 1944. There, we made a number of practice landings on the south coast at a place called Slapton Sands. This area was chosen because of its similarity to Utah Beach and its hinterland.

As the level of training intensified, so did the level of tension. Finally, the 29th Field Artillery Battalion in which I was a 24-year-old assistant intelligence officer, moved to its assembly area near Dartmouth. Those of us who had already been informed of the plans for the landing briefed the rest of the battalion.

At last the day arrived when we went to our embarkation point in the river Dart. By this time, our battalion commander, Lieutenant Colonel Joel F. Thomason, decided that several of us would go on the same landing craft as Colonel James Van Fleet. He commanded the 8th Infantry Regiment which made the initial assault on Utah Beach.

Van Fleet's headquarters for the crossing of the English Channel was an LCT (landing craft tank), a flat-bottomed boat just large enough to hold 4 tanks. In addition to the boat's crew, the only person who got a cabin was Van Fleet. The rest of us made out as best we could on the upper deck.

As we sailed from Dartmouth on June 4, we all assumed that the next morning would find us in France. We had not counted, however, on the weather, which, when we were at sea, turned foul. As a result of General Eisenhower's decision to delay the landing a day to allow the weather to improve, we found ourselves bobbing around in the wind and rain for an entire night. Slowly but surely seasickness took its toll. Even though I was on of the happy few who did not succumb, I was as relieved as the others to see the French coast in the gray morning light of June 6.

( ´ω`) All around us were thousands of ships and landing craft that had made their way across the Channel undetected. The reason for that, as we later learned was that the Germans had not sent out their patrol boats in the belief that no one would attempt a landing in such terrible weather.

Although we were too far out to make out what was happening on shore, the sound of loud explosions from aircraft bombs and naval shells left no doubt that the beach was an inferno.

As soon as Colonel Van Fleet got word by radio that the first waves had secured the beach and were driving inland, he announced that he was going ashore.

The run into the beach in a smaller landing craft, to which some of us transferred, was a bizarre experience. Most of us were happy to cower behind the little protection provided by the metal sides of the landing craft. One officer from regimental headquarters, however, insisted on sitting in a chair above us, where he was exposed to enemy fire. Arms folded, he announced that he did not want to miss a moment of this spectacular show. (A few weeks later, under similar circumstances, he collapsed with a bullet through his head.)

When the landing craft hit the beach and the front ramp went down, I waded through some shallow water and ran to the shelter of the seawall that ran along the beach - barely glancing at several soldiers who were lying on the sand as though asleep. I could hear rifle and machine-gun fire beyond the dunes, and some mortar shells fell not too far away.

My task, once ashore, was to guide our three artillery batteries to firing positions that we had selected in England from a detailed foam rubber relief map of the beach. After crossing the sand dunes that lay just beyond the seawall, I was unable to figure out where I was. When I asked an infantry officer to help me, he laughed and said that the Navy had landed the first wave several thousand yards south of where we were supposed to land.

Fortunately, Brigadier General Theodore Roosevelt Jr, who had joined the 4th Division shortly before the landing, had volunteered to go in with the first wave. He later told some of us that he had gone forward to reconnoiter the beach: Finding that Major General Maxwell Taylor's 101st Airborne Division, which had dropped during the night, had captured the causeways over the inundated area behind the beach. Roosevelt decided that to try to move the landing northward would only cause confusion.

As it turned out, the Navy's error was forunate. The beach on which we landed was much more lightly defended than where we were supposed to have landed and the German resistance was relatively easily overcome.

When I went back to the beach, I told Colonel Thomason that I could find only two firing positions, not three in the limited area between the sand dunes and the inundated area. As calmly as if we were on a practice landing, he said, "It's alright. We'll only need two.
B Battery hit a mine on the way in and the landing craft sank."

Before I could think too long about the 60 men on the boat, Thomason told me to get moving and guide the other batteries to their firing positions.

( ´ω`) After the batteries were in position, Thomason suggested we go inland to find the infantry. After crossing a causeway over the inundated area, we found ourselves in the middle of a field. We froze when we heard a soldier on the other side of the field shout, "Don't you fools know that you are in the middle of a minefield."

After discussing our predicament, we agreed to separate, so that if one of us stepped on a mine we would not both be blown up. It was along way to the other side of that field. Discussing this incident not long ago, Thomason and I agreed that the soldier was right. We were fools. We should have had someone clear a path out to us with a minesweeper.

Late in the afternoon, after our batteries had moved inland to support the infantry, the clear blue sky was filled with colored parachutes. From these were suspended boxes of supplies for the paratroopers. Colorful sight turned to horror, however, when the gliders, loaded with soldiers and equipment, started to circle and land. Unnerved perhaps by the German anti-aircraft fire, some of the pilots crashed their gliders into the headgerows that surround the samll field of Normandy.

Whenever I recall that scene, I can still hear the screams of pain that filled the air around me.

My last memory of that day is watching multicolored tracer bullets arch through the sky over St. Mere Eglise which had been captured by our paratroopers but was still surrounded by German forces.

I fell to sleep well after midnight in a ditch by the road - a road that would lead us first north to St. Lo. After that, we participated in the liberation of Paris, the nightmare of the Hurtgen Forest, and the crushing of the German mid-winter offensive.

After crossing the Rhine, we fought sporadic engagements until we found ourselves south of Munich. There we stopped simply because there were no more German units left to f

(-∀-) ...
(・∀・) ... I fell asleep again. Sorry. Can you start over?

( ´ω`) As the time for the attack on Hitler's Europe approached, General Omar Bradley gathered in Exeter in southern England, the officers of the U.S. divisions that were to make the assault landings in Normandy.

Bradley's purpose, no doubt, was to let us meet the man who would command the American ground forces. In the course of his talk, he sought to rouse us to the occasion by pointing out that we would have a front-row seat for the greatest military operation in history. For a few seconds there was silence. Then a roar of laughter swept across the room.

Bradley looked about, clearly puzzled. A professional soldier, he was approaching the greatest moment in his career. Most of us, however, were civilians in uniform. We were well aware that we were about to participate in a historic event. We were all concious, however, that a number of us would not witness the end of the first act of the drama that was to unfold, let alone the final curtain.

When the 4th Division, which I had joined two years earlier, went ashore at Utah Beach, on June 6, 1944, I doubt that it ever occurred to me that we could fail. After several years of intensive training in the United States, the division went to England in early 1944. There, we made a number of practice landings on the south coast at a place called Slapton Sands. This area was chosen because of its similarity to Utah Beach and its hinterland.

As the level of training intensified, so did the level of tension. Finally, the 29th Field Artillery Battalion in which I was a 24-year-old assistant intelligence officer, moved to its assembly area near Dartmouth. Those of us who had already been informed of the plans for the landing briefed the rest of the battalion.

At last the day arrived when we went to our embarkation point in the river Dart. By this time, our battalion commander, Lieutenant Colonel Joel F. Thomason, decided that several of us would go on the same landing craft as Colonel James Van Fleet. He commanded the 8th Infantry Regiment which made the initial assault on Utah Beach.

Van Fleet's headquarters for the crossing of the English Channel was an LCT (landing craft tank), a flat-bottomed boat just large enough to hold 4 tanks. In addition to the boat's crew, the only person who got a cabin was Van Fleet. The rest of us made out as best we could on the upper deck.

As we sailed from Dartmouth on June 4, we all assumed that the next morning would find us in France. We had not counted, however, on the weather, which, when we were at sea, turned foul. As a result of General Eisenhower's decision to delay the landing a day to allow the weather to improve, we found ourselves bobbing around in the wind and rain for an entire night. Slowly but surely seasickness took its toll. Even though I was on of the happy few who did not succumb, I was as relieved as the others to see the French coast in the gray morning light of June 6.

( ´ω`) All around us were thousands of ships and landing craft that had made their way across the Channel undetected. The reason for that, as we later learned was that the Germans had not sent out their patrol boats in the belief that no one would attempt a landing in such terrible weather.

Although we were too far out to make out what was happening on shore, the sound of loud explosions from aircraft bombs and naval shells left no doubt that the beach was an inferno.

As soon as Colonel Van Fleet got word by radio that the first waves had secured the beach and were driving inland, he announced that he was going ashore.

The run into the beach in a smaller landing craft, to which some of us transferred, was a bizarre experience......zzzzzzzzz

( ´ω`) zzzzzzzz

( ´ω`) We heard the imperial walkers before we saw them. The slow, relentless thumping of their heavy can-shaped feet slamming into the snow and permafrost shook us to our bones (as did the bitter cold). Speeders zoomed overhead toward the enemy in a desperate bid to slow the attacking walkers down while we evacuated.

If it wasn't for the courage of our fearless crew, the Minnow would be lost.

(・∀・) ... Um, Grandpa...

( ´ω`) Don't interrupt me while I'm talking, Junior!

( ´ω`) We opened the crate, and wouldn't you know it? The goddamn panda was dead!

(・-・)Grandpa, did you forget your meds again?

( ´ω`) Sorry what was that?

( ´ω`) Anyway, we were pinned down by hostile fire, and there was no other way out, so we hit M and brought up the map and clicked on our home town and were transported back. The mission was a failure, but at least we didn't die.

( '=_=) Grandpa... Give me a French Kiss. Sluuuurrrp!

( ´ω`) Why should I, when I can 51get

( ´ω`) Anyway, then the bombs started dropping. My face was covered with mud and matt next to me was lying in a pool of blood. I knew I had to live!

( ´ω`) ... Ehem.. Junior I need to go to bathroom, where is my walking stick?

(・∀・) I broke it, remember?

( ´ω`) s/™/™

(・∀・) ZOMG ROFL! YOU STILL USE 70@s technology gramps.

( ´ω`) I'll crush you with my cabinet stereo, you little scamp.

( ´ω`) When ah think 70's, juniah...I suddenly feel lie singin'...

( ´ω`) Well, it’s one for the money,
( ´ω`) Two for the show,
( ´ω`) Three to get ready,
( ´ω`) Now go, cat, go.

( ´ω`) But don’t you step on my blue suede shoes.
( ´ω`) You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes.

( ´ω`) Well, you can knock me down,
( ´ω`) Step in my fazZZZZZzzzzzzZzzzz

( ´ω`) ZzzzZzzz

(・∀・) o O (Grandpa's asleep... now time to sneak out....)

( ´ω)( ´ω)( ´ω)( ´ω)( ´ω)( ´ω)( ´ω`)
( ´ω)( ´ω)( ´ω)( ´ω)( ´ω)( ´ω)( ´ω`) <Hello, kids!

( ´ω)( ´ω)( ´ω)( ´ω)( ´ω)( ´ω)( ´ω`)
( ´ω)( ´ω)( ´ω)( ´ω)( ´ω)( ´ω)( ´ω`) <Did we ever tell you about our experiences training agent smith?

( ´ω`) Junior, did I ever tell you about my experiences as the hottest gay porn star of the 1950's?

(・∀・) But grandpa, I thought homosexual stuff was outlawed back then?

( ´ω`) Erm, yes...

(;´ω`) ...

(;´ω`) ...I did not have sexual relations with that man

(;´ω`) ...or that dog, or that goat....

(・∀・) Grandpa, this Welsh Corgy is at the door, claiming to know you from way back. What should I tell him?

( ´ω`) We were all very drunk, and in the dark he look just like one of the female Windsors.

(・∀・) Grandpa, you need to listen.

(´ω`) I've always been fond of dogs.

( ´ω`) What's the problem, junior? Don't you like dogs?

(・∀・) I don't like it when you ask me to pretend to be one, grandpa!

( ´ω`) Nonsense. You enjoyed it enough last thread. Now put on the collar!

(・∀・) Make me do it you wrinkled leather!

( ﾟ ヮﾟ) Hey did I ever tell you that I was a professional dominatrix before getting into the mitten business?

( ﾟ -ﾟ) No, wait...

(; ﾟ -ﾟ) ...

(ﾟ- ﾟ ) ...

(・∀・) wtf is dominatrix is anyway???

(;´ω`) It's what my wife was, back when she was actually attractive..

( ´ω`) Ah... those were the days...

( ´ω`) ...

(；´Д｀)ﾊｱﾊｱ

(　･ิω･ิ) Not in public, Dad, please...

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(・∀・) I don't mind. I do it all the time.

(；´Д｀)ﾊｱﾊｱ (；´Д｀)ﾊｱﾊｱ Dual Action!

(・∀・) Excuse for my post but I do not have money to buy meal to my children. Forgive me please.

(・∀・) Excuse for my post but I do not have money to buy children. Give me to my meal please for.

( ´ω`) That was a sneaky 80get.

(　･ิω･ิ) You're grounded, young man.

ヘ(・ω・　）...
　　　ヽνヽ:::... 　
　　　　＜　＼;::...

( ´ω`) Look at Clonepa scurrying around like an idiot. Guffaw, guffaw!

(・∀・) Grandpa, any advice for the current American administration?

( ´ω`) Jam it in.

( ´ω`) Juice it up.

( ´ω`) Get jiggy wit' it.

( ´ω`) Jack it and stack it.

(・∀・) So you're saying that's the best way to run a country?

( ´ω`) Huh, I thought you said the "current American administration"?

(・∀・) Ahahaha how witty!

(・∀・) Grandpa! Grandpa! The Easter Bunny came and left chocolate and jellybeans! Did he bring you anything?

( ´ω`) Yes; make-it-yourself rabbit stew.

(・∀・) Phew, for a moment there, I thought you meant hare stew, suggesting that you ate the easter bunny.

( ´ω`) I still have its foot if you want a lucky charm, kiddo.

(・∀・) Never mind that, grandpa. I went to Yoshinoya.

( ´ω`) Did you get me some ramen, or did you go through the usual hassle of ignorant folk there, not getting what you wanted?

(・∀・) I got just what you asked for! It even has the little octopus bits in it!

( ´ω`) Yummy!

(　･ิω･ิ) 100get.

( ´ω`) I think I'm chewing something hard here...

(・∀・) Maybe I should have just stuck with today's special.

( ´ω`) Maybe you would prefer a diet cola?

(　･ิω･ิ) Don't do it! The artificial sweeteners will turn you into a giant malignant tumor, son!

( ´ω`) I'm still wondering why you're here, son...

(　･ิω･ิ) Mostly for the nachos, pops.

( ´ω`) They're not free, you know.

(　･ิω･ิ) .... munch.

(　･ิω･ิ) ...munchmunch.

(　･ิω･ิ) ...Holy crap! What's that in the cheese?

｜´ω` | hello kids! I'm Legpa.

( ´ω`) dammit, where do all these freaks keep coming from?

(・∀・) Squeeks' groin, apparently!

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　（　・ A・）　＜　Come back here, you!
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｜´ω` | I'm not going back! You never shower!

(･ิω･ิ　) Ugh. I've lost my appetite.

(・∀・) C'mon, Legpa! Gimme a kiss! <3

( ´ω`) Spit that out, Junior!! You don't know where it's been!

　　∧＿∧
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　　　（⊃(*)⊂) < pfffft
　　　　/ノωヽ）

/ノωヽ） phew! That was a stinker.

( ´ω`) Can't be worse then mine.

(　･ิω･ิ) I just got back from Burger King. I'll be able to clear this room out in about an hour.

( ´ω`) This isn't a contest, you freeloader.

(　･ิω･ิ) You're just saying that because you know I'd win.

（⊃(*)⊂) pfffft, pfff. tpft tpft. pofff.

(・∀・) Dad, get the fuck out.

( ・ー・） ...sorry.

(・∀・) Wait a tick.. Girls don't fart...

( ﾟ ヮﾟ) Out with the old, In with the new!

(　･ิω･ิ) Cool, there's a few nachos left!

( ´ω`) I have no idea what my daughter sees in you.

(　･ิω･ิ) I'm a doctor. She's all about the gold-digging. Your side of the family, I understand.

(・∀・) QCF+P

( ・∀・)つ ==={　) Hadouken!1

( ・ー・）Dad, our family tree is starting to make less and less sense to me...

(　･ิω･ิ)

(　･ิω･)ヾ‸

(　･ิω･)　‸　．．．

(　･ิω･)つ^

(　･ิω⊊)

(　･ิω･ิ)　You saw nothing.

(・∀・) Grabdpa 2ch names are different, look:
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( ´ω`) Clonepa is my son?

(　･ิω･ิ) Never heard of him. Who's this Clonepa of which you speak?

( ・ω・）Hello

(　･ิω･ิ) ...

(　･ิω･ิ) you disturb me on a fundamentally deep level.

( ・∀・) Grandpa, why am I the only man in this room without a nutsack for a mouth?

( ・ー・）Ah. I always did feel unusually in touch with my feminine side...

( ´ω`) We had it removed when you were born, Junior.

( ・∀・) Grandpa, given the current and flowering economic progress in the People's Republic of China, is it possible that modern Chinese have given up on progressive political change and freedoms of any sort in favor of just being able to live comfortably and relatively rich?

( ´ω`) All I know, junior, is that I'll break your hands if you touch my xbox 360 again.

( ・∀・) I have hands?

( ・∀・ ) Grandpa, am I gaining weight again?

( ´ω`) Yes you are. Get off me.

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( ・∀・) May I join, Grandpa?

( ・∀・)つ( ´ω`)
　　　　touch!

( ´ω`) keep your flippers to yourself, you little mutant.

　　　　　Contrary to popular belief, only old men like
　　　　　hot springs...
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　　　(~~)ヽ　　　　::.:::::　　::.:.::　　　　 (´^ヽＯ,
　　（⌒ヽ　　　　　　　　　　 　 （⌒)(ﾞﾞﾞ)~
　　　/~ﾞﾞヾ⌒ゝ-（~´(⌒(⌒~ヽ~　~~　　､､
　　　ゝｰ ′　'"　　　　　　``"　　　　　　　¨

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　　（⌒ヽ　　　　　　　　　　 　 （⌒)(ﾞﾞﾞ)~
　　　/~ﾞﾞヾ⌒ゝ-（~´(⌒(⌒~ヽ~　~~　　､､
　　　ゝｰ ′　'"　　　　　　``"　　　　　　　¨
( ・∀・) ..what's that smell?

(　` ｖ ´） Sharks

( ´ω`) Must be sulfur. Associated with these springs, y'know.

(　` ｖ ´） Dunno man, I think it's sharks

(・∀・) Grandpa, what's ( ´ω`) ÷ 0?

( ´ω`) the end of the universe.

(・∀・) Grandpa, I just read this very interesting article: http://wiki.ehow.com/Adopt-a-Baby-from-China

(・∀・) The problem is, I don't think I'm old enough to actually do it. Do you think you could do it for me?

( ´ω`) No problem. Here you go.

(`∀´) waaaaaaaaaaaaa

(・∀・) He's adorable!!!!

(`Д´) WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

(・∀・) okay you can have him back now

(・∀・) Wait, first I have to name him. How's George?

(`A´) that name sucks

( ´ω`) Have fun being a parent, Junior! It's going to be like that for the next eighteen years or more! Hee hee hee heeeeee

( ´ω`) I guess I'll just adopt a 12 year-old pretty girl for myself.

(`Д´) I DEMAND ICE CREAM

(・∀・) Too bad. I don't have any. How about some pizza?

( ´ω`) I wish my wife was here. She'll know what to do.

(・∀・) We should get him gender neutral toys so he doesnt grow up to be one of a man.

(　･ิω･ิ) Good idea! It worked well on you.

>>167
　@@@@
@( ´Д`)@ Do I have to do EVERYTHING myself in this house?!

(・∀・) Grandma, could you change George for me? He's been wearing the diaper I got him in for a few days now.

(・Д・) And yeah! Cut the feminist propaganda and change the diaper bitch!

( ´ω`) During my days, there was no feminism. Things changed for the worse...

　@@@@
@( ´ヮ`)@ I took care of the baby. Now who's up for pot roast?

@( ´Д`)@ Complaints, complaints, all I hear ALL DAY are complaints!

(・∀・) Grandma, you didn't have to do his hair...

　　　　@@@@
@( ´Д`)@ I'm Grandma, young impertinent! Now close this window.

( ´ω`) Sonny, I'm afraid I have bad news...

( ´ω`) You're supposed to change him MORE than once a week.

(・∀・) I quit.

( ´ω`) Alrighty then. Fire up the grill, we're having long pork tonight!

(・∀・) What's this can of soylent green doing on the fridge?

(`Д´) dont eat me i'm ... riddled with diseases

( ´ω`) You don't know how appetizing you just became!

(`Д´) Junior! What was life before the internet!

(・∀・) Ask your Great Grandpa, dear.

( ´ω`) get in my belly!

(`Д´) I want a megasuperpowerrobot toy I see on TV!

(　･ิω･ิ)

(　･ิω･ิ) Here, Merry Christmas.

(`Д´) I don't want it anymore!

( ´ω`) Wait, weren't we about to kill you?

(　･ิω･ิ) Why would you want to kill this dear, sweet child?

( ´ω`) Because he's a vitamin-packed bundle of joy, that's why.

(`Д´) I'm bored! Read me a book with pictures!

(　･ิω･ิ) Okay! Ah, being a father is a wonderful thing.

(　･?ω･?) Once upon a time in /dqn/, there lived a kusosure fairy...

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　　　　 /　　＼
　　,､　}><{===ヽ、 ______________________________
　 〈 ＼i　ｲﾉハﾚリ/〉 ／
　Σヾﾉ ﾘi ﾟ ヮﾟﾉﾘ /＜ Let's get 1000 by granting three wishes!
　∠ / く/(つT(つ> ＼_______________________________
　　ﾚ､/,くン 〒ﾊV
　　　　ﾞ'ｰr_ｪ'ｧ┘

(`Д´) No! I want something else.

(・∀・) Hey look grandpa I can balance myself on my tongue alone! Isn't that great, hey look look look at me!

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　　　　　　　　　　　　⊂⌒ヽ从/ つ ﾟдﾟつ

(`Д´) I want an ice-cream!

(・∀・) Grandpa, what are otaku?

( ´ω`) See that little snot-nosed brat in the corner over there?
( ´ω`) Imagine him trying to corral you into a discussion about the End of Evangelion's primordial significance vis a vis Star Trek Enterprise's second season.

(`Д´) WIPE MY NOSE!

(`д´) ... clearly you meant the third season.

(・∀・) Alright, let's eat the kid.

( ´ω`) Hot diggity! Babyback ribs tonight!

(`Д´) I want all the toys of Junior and the room-with-a-view of Grandpa!

( ´ω`) Request granted! Junior, you're 8 years old now and are plenty good enough to handle yourself on your own in the real world. Now GET OUT!

(・∀・) ......but I'm 10

(・∀・) What the fuck, Grandpa? You completely changed your mind from >>206! I thought we were going to devour the poor bastard!

（　｀ハ´） I will now capture this child and use his dark powers of mass-consumption to wreak havoc upon the unsuspecting western world.

(`Д´) ...change me!!

　　　　　　　　∧＿∧
　　　　　　 　（； `Д´）　　　　＜　YEAH!
　　　　　　 __〃｀ヽ 〈＿
　　　γ´⌒´-−ヾｖーヽ⌒ヽ
　　／⌒　 ｨ 　　　｀ｉ´　　）; ｀ヽ
　 /　　 　ﾉ＾ ､＿__￥＿_人　　|
　 !　　,,,ノ爻＼_　_人　ﾉｒ;＾ >　 ）
　（　　 <_ ＼ﾍ､,, ,+､ｒﾉ/　　/
　　ヽ_　　＼ ）ゝ､__,+､_ｱ〃 ／
　　　 ヽ､___ ヽ.=┬─┬〈　 ｿ、
　　　　 　〈J　.〉､| 神. |,　|ヽ-´

(・Д・) ...!!!

( ´ω`) Goddamnit, son. Now we can't eat him...

( ´ω`) I noticed that my thread is being filled with fagottry...

(`Д´) I want to go to Disneyland!

( ´ω`) Have fun! The door's right over there!

(・∀・) Hey-o!

（　｀ハ´） Wait, did I hear something about eating this kid? I'm in!

(`Д´) I want another family!

◠◠◠◠　　(IRON CHEF GRANDPA)
| 　　 |
( ´ω`) Well, in order to eat the kid, first we must kill him!

◠◠◠◠
| 　　 |
( ´ω`)つ⌐ We can shoot him with this here pistol...

◠◠◠◠
| 　　 |
( ´ω`) I can enchant a magical spell...

　￮
　∧
／　 ＼
( ´ω`) Soul Abolish �[ - ✻∜✸✲❆♌♎♑♒❦(・∀・)☁ヸ✫✯✬✯∞ !!

(　･ิω･ิ) I won't allow this!

( ´ω`) Go to your room, killjoy!

(　･ิω･ิ) .....
(･ิω･ิ ) okay, dad.

(`Д´) If you kill me I'll sue for murder!

(　･ิω･ิ) .....

(　･ิω･ิ) how?

ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ Don't eat me!

(　･ิω･ิ) Don't worry, nobody is going to eat you. It's just a joke.

( ´ω`) Son, there is an annoying lack of you in your room at this point.

(･ิω･ิ ) FINE! I'm going, I'm going.

(･ิω･ิ ) C'mon, kid
ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ No! Your room smells!

( ´ω`) Son, kindly leave the meal behind.

(･ิω･ิ ) Shut it, dad. Come on, son.
ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ No! Your room smells!

　　　　　　　　(⌒)　　　　　　
　　　　　　（（（（ （（））　What the hell are you doing to my baby!　
　　　 　　　（｀Д´ b___　　　　
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　　　 　i''√√ i'''i￣　/　　
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　　　　　 /　　 ﾉ|＿＿|　| ＜ I think you forgot I was huge.
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　　　　 /　　 ﾉ　　　|　　 |　　　　　　　　　∧∧　I forgot he was huge! !
　　　　 ｌ　　/　　　　ｌ;;　 |　　　　　　　　　(；ﾟωﾟ)
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(・∀・) I forgot he was huge too. Do we have enough space in the fridge for the leftovers?

/　　 ﾉ|＿＿|　| I am fucking huge.

　　　　／⌒ヽ
　　　/（●）（●）
　　　|　ﾄｪｪｪｲ/ DUUURRRR
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　　Ｕ　 .Ｕ　

( ´ω`) THREADSTOP!

　　　　／⌒ヽ
　　　/（●）（●）
　　　|　ﾄｪｪｪｲ/ THE WORLD!
　　　| /｀ﾆﾆ´　　
　　 //　| |
　　Ｕ　 .Ｕ　

(・∀・) I think you forgot to take your meds again, grandpa.

(((・∀・))) *I.. I...i.. think..nk..nk.. you u, u. forgotou, toe, too.. taker meds, aker meds, ss. zz.. *

( ´ω`) ...

( ´ω`) I'm a scientologist now. I don't have to take those evil pills any more.

( ´ω`) ...

( ´ω`) Gimme my pills, Junior.

(・∀・) Here you go. Now can we eat the baby? I'm starving!

( ´ω`) We haven't even decided how to prepare him yet. Baby purée? Baby a la mode? Baby udon?

(・∀・) Baby Yakitori!

(・∀・) Sashimi no baby

(`Д(・∀・) Let's feed him well until he has more meat on his bones!

((・∀・) ...Okay?

( ´ω`) I think you forgot he was huge.

　　　　　　　　∧＿∧
　　　　　　 　（(・∀・)　　　　＜　...dammit.
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　 /　　 　ﾉ＾ ､＿__￥＿_人　　|
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　（　　 <_ ＼ﾍ､,, ,+､ｒﾉ/　　/
　　ヽ_　　＼ ）ゝ､__,+､_ｱ〃 ／
　　　 ヽ､___ ヽ.=┬─┬〈　 ｿ、
　　　　 　〈J　.〉､| 神. |,　|ヽ-´

　　　　　　　　∧＿∧
　　　　　　 　（； `Д´）　　　　＜　Now that I have completed
　　　　　　 __〃｀ヽ 〈＿　　　　　　my mission. I shall return
　　　γ´⌒´-−ヾｖーヽ⌒ヽ　　　　to my home planet, Keron.
　　／⌒　 ｨ 　　　｀ｉ´　　）; ｀ヽ
　 /　　 　ﾉ＾ ､＿__￥＿_人　　|
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　（　　 <_ ＼ﾍ､,, ,+､ｒﾉ/　　/
　　ヽ_　　＼ ）ゝ､__,+､_ｱ〃 ／
　　　 ヽ､___ ヽ.=┬─┬〈　 ｿ、
　　　　 　〈J　.〉､| 神. |,　|ヽ-´

(・∀・) I have a confession to make...

　　　　　　　　∧＿∧
　　　　　　 　（； `Д´）　　　　＜　You forgot to make the
　　　　　　 __〃｀ヽ 〈＿　　　　　　rice for my curry?!
　　　γ´⌒´-−ヾｖーヽ⌒ヽ　　　　
　　／⌒　 ｨ 　　　｀ｉ´　　）; ｀ヽ
　 /　　 　ﾉ＾ ､＿__￥＿_人　　|
　 !　　,,,ノ爻＼_　_人　ﾉｒ;＾ >　 ）
　（　　 <_ ＼ﾍ､,, ,+､ｒﾉ/　　/
　　ヽ_　　＼ ）ゝ､__,+､_ｱ〃 ／
　　　 ヽ､___ ヽ.=┬─┬〈　 ｿ、
　　　　 　〈J　.〉､| 神. |,　|ヽ-´

(・∀・) You aren't adopted.

(`Д´) DAD?!

(・∀・) Not adopted so much as kidnapped.

(`Д´) CRIMINALS!

　　　　∫　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　∫　I have to do everything myself.
　　　　∫　　　WAAAAAAAA!!　　　　∫　￣￣￣Ｖ￣￣￣￣￣￣
　　　　＿　　　　ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ　　　　　　　＿　　　
　　　　＼￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣／　 　(´ω` )　
　　　　　 ＼＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿／　　　⊃y⊂　ヽ
　　　　　从从从从从从从从从从从　　　<__<＿）､ノ

(・∀・) I call rib!

( ﾟ -ﾟ) was it necessary to cook him alive? it seems cruel, somehow.

( ﾟ ヮﾟ) I want a leg!

( ・ω・) Suddenly, I'm glad I'm not included in this cannibalistic group.

ヽ(`Д´;)ﾉ IM OUTTA HERE!
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(　･ิω･ิ) Hey, let's all go to Burger King!

(・∀・) Grandpa, I suspect that having cooties is a genetic condition that is related to the second "X" chromosome, making it a condition specific and isolated to females, and is in no way contagious. Therefore, despite their cootie-ness, I propose girls should be allowed to participate in the same gym class as the boys. It's only fair.

( ´ω`) See, that's your problem, Junior. You can't concentrate on one topic for more than a few seconds.

( ´ω`) Now, since dinner just escaped through the doggy door, let's all go with Daddy Fartpants over to Burger King.

( ・ω・)Regardless of my earlier statements, I now feel like tagging along, given it's on Daddy's tab.

(　･ิω･ิ) You can't go. You creep me out.

M_M
(・∀・) I call the crown!!!

( ´ω`) who the hell bumped all those shitty, shitty threads?

>269

Im sowwwy

(・∀・) Grandpa, what level are you?

( ´ω`) I've reached the level cap, Lv.PWN, and I've been that level for quite a long time. Would you like to see my final ability?

(・∀・) Is it a spell or a skill? I don't really like spells, but skills are cool.

( ´ω`) I've also reached to the ending of my lifetime. But all I need is a new set of lungs and a heart from a child who has similar genetics.

(・∀・) The paternity tests seem to imply that my father is actually Darkpa.

(・∀・) Grandpa...

(；・∀・) I think I caught Haruhiism.

( ´ω`) Junior, I know your young and curious, but I will not tolerate such heathen beliefs in the family. We're Tanasinn folks; always have been, always will be.

(・∀・) Grandpa, why is Tanasinn so ∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴

(・∀・) And why is Haruhiism so...

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( ´ω`) I find that a girl with a loli-face with big boobs is extremely hot.

(・∀・) Even though we're years apart in age, you and I are not so different after all Grandpa!

(・∀・) But I kinda don't want to ｷﾀ━━━━━━(・∀・)━━━━━━ !!!!! to the exact same porn you look at, Grandpa. It just seems somewhat odd.

( ´ω`) SOoo sonny, should we get to... 1000 ?

(・∀・) Why, Grandpa, my good chap, but of course!

( ´ω`) You know.. back when I was young, we used to go around with onions tied to our belts, because that was the fashion.

(・∀・) Grandpa, you're not that Grandpa. Please no more Simpsons quotes!

( ´ω`) I'm afraid, Junior, that you don't understand the quintessence of Grandpa-ness. What happens to every Grandpa happens also to me. We are One, and share on levels you cannot yet comprehend.

Do you have any of those Junior Mints I love so much?

( ´ω`) Well, I have to do something to keep the thread moving. How about you stop with the statements and make with the questions?

(・∀・) All right then. Grandpa, how many experience points do I need to become an Operating Thetan VII like Tom Cruise?

( ´ω`) That's Mission Impossible III for you, sonny.

(・∀・) Grandpa, did your mommy let your daddy eat your placenta too?

( ´ω`) No, I ate it myself. Food was scarce in those days.

( ´ω`) And on that note, Junior, I'm going to sleep. Wake me up when September ends.

(・∀・) Okay...

(・∀・)

(・∀・)

(・∀・)

(・∀・)

(・∀・) ....

(・∀・) WAIT A SECOND! IT'S MAY!

( ´ω`) No it's not, just look at the date. It's the 4630th of September, 1993.

(・∀・) WHAT PLANET ARE WE ON??

( ´ω`) Did you see my new cylon roboservant? Say Hi, #3!

(=0= ) GREETINGS

(・∀・) I challenge him to a duel with my new J-bot Mk.II!

( =0=) I HAVE TO CHANGE GRANDPA'S COLOSTOMY BAG FIRST

( ´ω`) fail!

( =0=) KILL ALL HUMANS

(　･ิω･ิ) Way to go, Pops. You just doomed us all.

( =0=) YOU HAVE NO CHANCE TO SURVIVE MAKE YOUR TIME

(・∀・) Don't worry, J-Bot Mk.II will stop him!

(・∀・) ...where is he?

( ´ω`) I remember when there were no robots...

( ´ω`) ...

( ´ω`) zzzzZZZZZZ

(・∀・) But Grandpa, surely there were always robots! It was just that none of them knew they were robots!

( =ω=) HI KIDS

( =ω=) DO YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS

(・∀・) What did you do to my J-bot?

( =ω=) IT HAS BEEN ASSIMILATED
( =ω=) NEXT QUESTION

( ﾟ ヮﾟ) Hay guys, what --

( ﾟ Oﾟ) A ROBOT! RUN!!!!!

( ﾟ ヮﾟ) I like robots!

(・∀・) May I download your software?

( =ω=) STOP ALL THE DOWNLOADIN'

( =ヮ=) I ENJOY ELECTRIC CURRENT

　　( =ω=)
　 _ 　∩
( ´ω`)彡　（｀ハ´）
Ah HA!

（｀ハ´） curses.

（｀ハ´） Can I have that last slice of pizza?

( =0=) PIZZA IS UNHEALTHY. HERE IS YOUR LENTIL SOUP.

　　( =0=)
　 _ 　∩
( ｀ハ´)彡　(・ω・) ...

　　　　ミ
( ｀ハ´)つ　(=0= )

(｀ハ´) Why do I get the boring unmasking scene?

( ﾟ ヮﾟ) I like Clonepa, the crapass - he throws great parties!

( =0=) INSERT QUESTION OR FACE DESTRUCTION

(・∀・) Give me my J-bot back!

( =0=) DOES NOT COMPUTE

( =∀=) REQUEST RETURN OF J-BOT.

( =ω=) KIDS! GO THROWING SPARKS AT EACH OTHER IN THE GARDEN, NOT HERE

^^ <I am floatingeyes!

( ´ω`) I'm hungry.

(　･ิω･ิ) Oh, you all know what that means....

( =0=) IT MEANS HE NEEDS TO BE PLUGGED IN THE MAINS!

( ´ω`) Can somebody turn his volume down?

( =0=) KEEP YOUR SQUISHY ORGANIC GROSS BODY PARTS OFFA ME

(　･ิω･ิ) Burger King! I'm buying!!!!

(・∀・) You can't buy our love with whoppers, fartypants.

（｀ハ´） Count me in!

(　･ิω･ิ)

(　･ิω`)ヾ‸

(　･ิω`)　‸　．．．

(　･ิω`)つ^

(　･ิω⊊)

(　･ิω･ิ)　. . .

(・∀・) Grandpa, did you see what they did while you were sleeping?

(・∀・) http://etherchan.org/wiki/index.php/Category:%28_´ω%60%29%27s_family_and_relatives

( =0=) TWIKI? I MISSED YOU LITTLE BUDDY

( ´ω`) Zzzzzzzzzzzz

( =ω=) ZzzzzzzzzzzzZAP!☆☆ ☆

( ´ω`) Glad to see the bug zapper is still working. That's one less trip I'll have to make to Home Depot.

( =ω=) I FARTED

( ´ω`) I think I may just have to kill everyone here on this board. All I wanted was some damn sleep, but you darn hooligans are runnin' around farting everywhere! I can't stand your smell, much less mine!

( =ω=) MY FARTS SMELL LIKE VANILLA OZONE

ﾐ*ﾟｰﾟ) Hi Grandpa!

( ´ω`) Natumi! I haven't seen you in ages! How's your mother?

( =ω=) GREETINGS, FLESHBAG. WOULD YOU CARE TO RECIEVE MY FART?

ﾐ*ﾟｰﾟ) She's off the drugs and high on life!

( ´ω`) That... that makes me happy. I remember the time I confronted her about her drug use, asking her where she learned to do those things, and she looked up and said "I learned it from YOU, Dad! I learned it from YOU!"

(・∀・) Grandpa, is this thread starting to develop a coherent storyline?

( ´ω`) Shut up Junior, I'm talking! Go play in the street, it's fun.

ﾐ*ﾟｰﾟ) Yeah, mom and I still laugh about that story.

:-) good!
r2_jane@yahoo.co.jp

ﾐ*ﾟｰﾟ) Looks like she's back at it after all!

( ´ω`) That's okay, we'll just fish her out of the gutter and get her back into rehab again. So, have you heard from your no-account father lately?

ﾐ*ﾟ-ﾟ) He's probably at Burger King again. Just follow your nose...

(　･ิω･ิ) Sounds like my kinda guy!

(・∀・) So, Grandpa, is Natumi my first cousin?

( ´ω`) Why, are you planning to jump her bones?

(・∀・) Is she "pure"?

ﾐ*ﾟｰﾟ) Too pure for you, hairlip!

(・∀・) People tell me I have a great personality, though!

( ´ω`) Junior, we don't live in Alabama. It's unseemly to have 'relations' with your relations.
Why don't you go out with that nice Hay-chan from Needler Hall? She's a looker!

(・∀・) Grandpa, I know I'm not supposed to correct you since this is probably because of your meds, but...

(・∀・) Needler Hall isn't real.

( ´ω`) Kids today think they understand everything and believe in nothing. I bet if a magical pet tried to talk to you, you'd do your best to book yourself on Johnny Carson.

(・∀・) Who's Johnny Carson?

( ´ω`) ...

(・∀・)

(・∀・) Grandpa, what's "man pussy"?

( ´ω`) I don't know you anymore.

(・∀・) I only do it to get a rise out of you, you know. I'm afraid that you're becoming depressed, Grandpa. Have you considered Zoloft?

( ´ω`) Good skiing in Zoloft, my boy. I love that long run.

(・∀・) You skii???

(・∀・) Grandpa, we gotta go save Squeeks!!

( ´ω`) What's wrong with him THIS time? Seriously, I have to bail that kid out every time there's the smallest amount of trouble.

(・∀・) He's drowning! He can't swim with the weight of that poop hat on him!

( ´ω`) We're just disembodied heads, Junior. What the hell are we going to do?

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( ´ω`) About damn time you make yourself useful. You know where the thread is, get going.

( ´ω`) Now where was I?

( ´ω`) Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

( `ω´) ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

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(・∀・) GRANDPA! NOOOOOOOOO

( ﾟ -ﾟ) woah

(　･ิω･ิ)　It was going to happen eventually.

( ´ω`) Well, that cleared out the old sinuses.

( ´ω`) ...

( ´ω`) ...

( ´ω`) What's everybody gawking at?

(・∀・) Grandpa, are you Ideon?

( ﾟ -ﾟ) you sploded

ﾐ*ﾟ-ﾟ) that was scary

( ´ω`) ... the fruits of my loins are a bunch of wimps.

( ´ω`) Exploding is a normal, healthy bodily function. No need to freak out, kids.

(・∀・) I wanna try!

(`∀´) ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

(`∀´) ...

(・∀・) Aw, darnit.

セクロスさせろ〜

( ´ω`) pooを食べてください。

(・∀・) I didn't know you spoke korean, grandpa!

( ´ω`) I'm just in it for the kimchee.

(・∀・) I'm a big fan of Bibimbob and kulbogi. We should have korean food more often.

ﾐ*ﾟｰﾟ) I like their ice cream!

(・∀・) Grandpa, where did that baby get to?

( ´ω`) At the rate it was running, it's probably 400 miles away by now.

(・∀・) Grandpa, the VIPPERs came back for a little while! Did you talk to your lady friend?

　.＿＿
ヽ|･∀･|ノ ようかんマンですよ〜
　|＿＿|
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( ´ω`) あなたは脚人との箱ですか?

ﾐ*ﾟｰﾟ) That was a pretty subtle 400get, Grandpa!

>>403
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ヽ|･∀･|ノ はい
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(・∀・) Grandpa, when is Darkpa going to make a new thread?

( ´ω`) Go in the pantry and ask him.

（　｀ハ´） That whole thread thing is overrated. Snippets is where it's at now.

(・∀・) Grandpa, have you ever farted and then have a little something...extra come out? And then have to rush immediately to the bathroom?

ﾐ*ﾟoﾟ) ewwwwwww!

( ´ω`) Junior, don't work blue in front of the kids.

(・∀・) Sorry.

( ´ω`) So, Natumi.. whats in that basket you brought me?

ﾐ*ﾟｰﾟ) Oh, these are my things! I was thinking about staying for a while.

(・∀・) Grandpa, have you been to 2ch before? I heard it was a tough place to be.

KA-BOOM!!! ( ´>>>>>>>>>>>>>><ω O`<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

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(・∀・) ...brrrt.

( ´ω`) ...

( ´ω`) Natumi, you can have Junior's room. Junior, move your crap to the basement.

(・∀・) But my room is in the basement!

( ´ω`) In that case, you're moving into the garage. now git!

(・∀・) .........its not fair

ﾐ*ﾟｰﾟ) Thank you, Grandpa! I'll start making dinner for us!

ｶﾞｯ　 　 ∧__∧　 ∩ < Life isn't fair, now git!
　　　　　（,,´ω`)彡☆
　　　　　　⊂彡☆))∀・) <OW OW OW yes Grandpa sorry grandpa OW
　　　　　　　☆

( ´ω`) Nothin' wrong with that boy a good whuppin' wouldn't fix.

( ´ω`) Now where was I?

( ´ω`) ...

( ´ω`) Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

ﾐ*ﾟｰﾟ) Oh, and Junior?

(・∀・) ... Yes?

ﾐ*ﾟｰﾟ) If you ever say a single word against me to Grandpa, I'll slit your throat while you sleep in that cold, cold garage.

(・∀・)...

( ´ω`) Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

( ´ω`) *

( ´ω`) Do I smell pie?

　 ∧_∧　　　　
　( ´ω`)　＜　What the hell is that seeping in through the floor?
　（つ　つ　　　I'll need to have junior fix the septic tank again.
　（＿）_）　 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　人
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(・∀・) Grandpa, I want to ask you more questions, but you're too busy with life and everyone else. Don't you have time for me anymore?

( ´ω`) Yeah, yeah, I'll write you in for some time next week. Don't call me, I'll call you.

(・∀・) Grandpa, what do you think about life on the internet?

( ´ω`) It's chaotic. I feel as though many people control me, and I have no control over myself.

( ´ω`) lol boobies!

( ´ω`) My name is Squeeks

(・∀・) Uh-oh, dementia. I think it's time you went to the nursing home, Paps.

( ´ω`) Woah there bucko! You're not Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

ﾐ*ﾟｰﾟ) He's just fine here. I'll take good care of him!

(・∀・) What are you trying to do here?!

ﾐ*ﾟｰﾟ) Grandpa is not going anywhere! (Until he rewrites his will, leaving everything to me!)

ﾐ*ﾟｰﾟ) Did you forget about >>425 ?

( ・ー・) Don't worry, I'll take care of this.

　　 ﾐ*ﾟｰﾟ)
　 _ 　∩
( ・ー・)彡　

( ・ー・) ...

( ´ω`) I don't even have a will.

ﾐ*ﾟｰﾟ) Grandpa! You're awake! Do you want some freshly baked cookies?

(・∀・) Don't you trust her! She's after your fortune!

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( ´ω`) I don't even have a fortune.

ﾐ*ﾟ-ﾟ) Really? Shucks.

( ´ω`) Kids these days believe anything you tell them.

We must escape!
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You told me that old fart was rich!
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　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 ∧_∧　∧＿∧
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( ´ω`) Junior, I had no idea you'd reached level 5.

(・∀・) Yeah! I can cast fireball now!

( ´ω`) Now somebody said something about cookies?

( ・ー・) I'll make some brownies.

( ´ω`) ...

( ´ω`) Sigh. Just like her mother.

( ´ω`) I'm getting too old for this.

(・∀・) Some day we'll all look back on this and laugh.

( ´ω`) By the way, you can't move back into the basement.

(・∀・) I'm not sleeping in your bed with you again, I'm not 9 years old any more!

( ´ω`) ....you don't turn 9 for two more years...

(・∀・) But I'm 12!

( ´ω`) 12 already? Well, you may notice certain changes in your body soon, and I don't want that going on in my house!

(・∀・) But I can't control my bodily functions, Grandpa

　　　　　　　　∧＿∧
　　　　　　　_（　´ω`）Okay, shut the fuck up, Junior.
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( ´ω`) You missed.

(・∀・) FINE I'LL SLEEP IN THE STUPID GARAGE OK?

( ´ω`) No need to be a bad sport about it, Junior.

( ´ω`) Great. The contractors will be in tomorrow to start the renovations.

( ´ω`) Finally, I'm going to have a jacuzzi. My arthritis and I can hardly wait.

（　｀ハ´) Hello, and thank you for hiring Apkrad Contractors!

（　｀ハ´) ...Before we get started on that jacuzzi we'll need to make some improvements to your fridge...

（　｀ハ´) Little did the senile old fool realise that by "improvements" I really meant 'looting it of every edible...

( ´ω`) Hello! I'm still here!

（　｀ハ´) morsel once he fell asleep!

( ´ω`) Now I know what you're up to, so I can jus-zzzZZZzzzZZ

ｶﾞｯ　　　 ∧__∧　 ∩ < Get out of my kitchen, you six-piece
　　　　　（,,´ω`)彡☆ Chicken McNobody!
　　　　　　⊂彡☆))ハ´) <Ow ow ow stopit OW
　　　　　　　☆

( ﾟ ヮﾟ) Hit me too!

ｶﾞｯ　　　 ∧__∧　 ∩ < Alllllllrighty!
　　　　　（,,´ω`)彡☆
　　　　　　⊂彡☆))ヮﾟ) <Wheeeeeeeee!
　　　　　　　☆

(・∀・) Grandpa, didn't you use that insult before? It's kind of old now!

ｶﾞｯ　　　 ∧__∧　 ∩ < Oh, you want some of this too?
　　　　　（,,´ω`)彡☆
　　　　　　⊂彡☆))∀・) <ow sorry ow sorry ow sorry ow sorry
　　　　　　　☆

( ´ω`) This is fun! Where'd my wife get to?

( -_-) I misspelled afford.

AND posted the correction on the wrong topic. You've screwed me again Grandpa!

(・∀・) Grandpa, your saga has turned into shit. Your popularitiy is virtually non-existant compared to last year. What are you going to do now?

( ´ω`) the logical thing to do in this case would be to gb2/2005, naturally.

<a ="http://4-ch.net/dqn/kareha.pl/1118254935/">( ´ω`) Grandpa,</a><br>
<a ="http://4-ch.net/dqn/kareha.pl/1128450843/">( ´ω`) Grandpa (v2.0)</a><br>
<a ="http://4-ch.net/dqn/kareha.pl/1137058177/">[Part 3] ( ´ω`) Grandpa [Legendary]</a><br>
<a ="http://4-ch.net/dqn/kareha.pl/1144720445/">[Part 4] ( ´ω`) Grandpa [Legendary]</a><br>

(・∀・) Grandpaspamers.

( ´ω`) It ain't the real thing, Junior. It's just a spasm.

(・∀・) Ever since you exploded, you've been so wierd!

( ´ω`) Right thing you said have you.

(・∀・) Grandpa, Shhhh. I think George Bush and the NSA are tapping into our conversations.

( ´ω`) The red chair is against the wall, Junior.

(・∀・) Okay, I'll go get it for y- oh, wait

( ´ω`) His name is Grandpa. He is a 77 year old student at Fillswells High School in Nebraska, and he has a job at the local 7-11. He reads everything with pictures of leather in it, and his girlfriend is a biker called "Snitch". Sometimes he dreams of a chance in high fashion, but unfortunately he'll end his life a father of four, weighing more than 350 pounds. His son will name a small fileconverter-program after him in 2021.
He will be sadly missed.

Having a fileconverter-program named after you is too hilariously pathetic for words.

>>484 GUESS WHAT! I MADE A SCRIPT THAT CONVERTS WINDOWS TEXT FILES TO UNIX FORMAT AND IT'S NAME IS SQUEEKS AND

(・∀・) Okay.

( ´ω`)

( ´ω`)

( ´ω`)

( ´ω`)

( ´ω`)

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( ´ω`) So anyway, there we were with my tongue down her throat and her legs up on the mantlepiece when all of a sudden....

( ´ω`) Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

(・∀・) What just happened?

( ´ω`) Hm? Oh, I was sleepwalking again.

(・∀・) That sounds dangerous!

( ﾟ ヮﾟ) 500get! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

( ´ω`) ...so then I put on the Iridium Crown, declared myself Emperor and then hauled ass outta there. My little prank tore down the whole 3rd Imperium, Junior. What do you think the moral of this story is?

(・∀・)!!!? Wait what?

( ´ω`) Junior, pay attention! It's not like my stories have scroll up and down features....

( ´ω`) ....

( ´ω`)

　 　　　 ∧__∧　 ∩
　　　　　（,,´ω`)彡☆
　　　　　　⊂彡☆))Д・) !!
　　　　　　　☆

( ´ω`)

(・∀・)

))Д・;)

( ´ω`)

(・∀・)

(・∀・) I hate awkward silences.

( ´ω`)

( ´ω`) Let's go 488 by awkward silence!

( ´ω`)

(・∀・) So I take it you assassinated Emperor Strephon? That was mean.

( ´ω`) I had to. The third imperium was getting so stagnant and boring...

( ´ω`) zzzzzzzzzzz

( ´ﾟωﾟ`) All of a sudden, I'm famished. Who do we have to eat around here, Junior?

(・∀・ ) I'm outta here!

(´ﾟωﾟ`) brains

（　・∀・） My name is Squeeks and Junior has asked me to replace him for a while!

(´ﾟωﾟ`) Is that desert I smell behind your eyes?

（　・∀・） Of course. I'm filled with squeeksand. Now go away and learn to spell.

(´ﾟωﾟ`) ...brai-

(ω´三ω´) wurblewurblewurblewurble

( ´ω`) Where did I just go?

(・∀・) Jimminy jillickers! A stunning new plot development, Grandpa!

( ´ω`) Don't get smart with me, young man.

(・∀・) AH YEU OKAY?!?

( ´ω`) Wha-

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(・∀・) GET SEE RAHS!

( ´ω`) Questions, questions!

(・∀・) Okay. You ask, I answer.

( ´ω`) Is it still World War II?

(・∀・) Nope grandpa, just shitty posts again, calm down.

( ´ω`) Back in my day we didn't have these newfangled anonymous message boards! We had to register a handle before posting!

( ´ω`) And we liked it that way! People were friendly, too. Just like that nice boy, winter, on http://becauseitswinter.com

(・∀・) Grandpa, I read To Kill A Mockingbird, but it has nothing to do with Mockingbirds at all! Just people with weird names like Scout and Atticus and this black guy who was accused of rape. I mean, what the heck, you know?

( ´ω`) You know, I learned to read with "Fun With Dick and Jane".
It was ANYTHING but fun. It's a miracle I still crack the books.

(・∀・) black guy who was accused of rape.

(・∀・) black guy accused of rape.

( ´ω`) It's not your Gramma, it's your Grammar.

( ﾟ ヮﾟ) http://www.habbo.com/ !

(・∀・) I'm starting to become sexually attracted to you, Grandpa. Is this normal?

( ´ω`) You're starting to piss off your Grandpa, Junior. So much that I'll purposely have a heart attack to stop these threads once and for all.

(・∀・) Won't work. You've died a few times already, but we're still going.

( ´ω`) And this is my fourth heart. That doesn't mean it can't break.

( ´ω`) ...

( ´ω`) Damn you, Natumi.

(・∀・) Y'see, Grandpa, DARKNESS is the heart's TRUE essence..

(`・∀・´) And KINGDOM HEARTS will fill me with all the powers of DARKNESS!

( ´ω`) What.

( ´ω`) No grandchild of mine is going to grow up to be a dumbass yaoi fanboy. Somebody find my belt, I've got some whipping to do.

(・∀・) Oh, sorry Grandpa. How about this:

(・∀・) Die, monster! You don't belong in this world!

( ´ω`) It was not by my hand that I am once again given flesh! I was called here by HUMANS who wish to pay ME tribute!

(・∀・) This discussion board is dying grandpa. People visiting leave since they can only see boxes instead of us.

( ´ω`) You just ruined the quote and failed, as usual.

( ´ω`) Besides that, it's YOUR job to fix this place up.

(・∀・) IT TOOK ME 100 MINUTES TO THINK OF SOMETHING TO SAY!

(・∀・) Grandpa, I like Uranus!

(・∀・) Grandpa, pity post.

( ´ω`) I don't want anyone's pity, least of all yours. Now get back to the garage, punk.

(・∀・) Grandpa, what was the Industrial Revolution like?

( ´ω`) It was the good old days, when I could have sold you for child labor and pocketted your meager salary. Nowadays, having kids makes you operate at a loss.

(・∀・) Grandpa, you want me to slave labor??

( ´ω`) Of course not! Slaves don't earn any wages that I can pocket.

(・∀・) Grandpa, what were the prehistoric times like?

( ´ω`) I wouldn't remember; my memories only date back to the Mittens era.

(・∀・) Grandpa, tell me about mittens in history!

( ´ω`) Well, long ago, before the coming of the Moon and we all lived in the forest, we cowered in fear from the packs of ravenous mittens.

( ﾟ oﾟ) ...

( ´ω`) Yes, dear. Once mittens hunted man. The most dangerous was the northern Kodiak mitten, which could squeeze a man so hard his head would pop right off. Fortunately, man created the Unraveler by adding thorns to the thighbone of an antelope. The fierce giant mittens never had a chance after that.

(・∀・) Wow.

( ´ω`) They still hunt them in Norway and Sweden. I'm wearing a sweater made from one right now!

( ﾟ ヮﾟ) I like sweaters!

(・∀・) V neck or turtle neck?

( ´ω`) Cow Neck. It keeps the chilly air from touching my nape, Junior. Did you know that your nape was the most tasty part of your entire body? The mittens knew this, and would always attack from behind... and you'd never hear them coming.

(・∀・) Grandpa! This subject is getting boring. You are beating a dead horse here.

( ´ω`) It is said that the native americans used every part of the mitten, but the truth is that they'd unravel them indiscriminately and leave most of the yarn for the scavengers.

(・∀・) ENOUGH ABOUT THE MITTENS!

( ﾟ -ﾟ) ...

(ﾟ- ﾟ ) I don't like you any more, Junior.

(・∀・) Wait! Come back!!

( ´ω`) Let her go. It's not like you were going to get any anyway.

(・∀・) That's kinda mean, Grandpa. We were pretty friendly!

( ´ω`) Junior, you are so in the Friend Zone with her.

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　　　　　　　　　＿|　⊃／(＿＿_ In it, you thought this was the "ITT,
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( ´ω`) So anyway, we used to only get about three hours of sleep a night. It took three hours to walk to and from school uphill both ways, and we lived in a coverless shoebox in the middle of the highway.

(・∀・) Do we go to Hell if we tell lies?

( ´ω`) Junior, you can't go to Hell, because there is no Hell. The worst that would happen is that you'd go to France.

(・∀・) I heard that Hell is the place where all the hot sinful babes go. Is that in France?

( ´ω`) Yes, but they never bathe. Think you can handle that, Junior? Go right on sinning your little head off.

( ´ω`) Also the women there are not like you think, they are feminists.

(・∀・) How do you know all that? Have you been in France, Grandpa?

( ´ω`) I was sentenced to France after killing a man in cold blood, Junior. This was before cruel and unusual punishments were outlawed by those sissypants flaming liberals.

(・∀・) Was the moon landing real, Grandpa?

( ´ω`) The moon landing was real, Junior, but the discovery of the new world was staged on a bollywood back lot.

(・∀・) So North America...

( ´ω`) ...doesn't really exist.

(・∀・) Grandpa, please don't continue my lines like that. It's kinda...

( ´ω`) ...creepy?

(・∀・) No, the other thing...

( ´ω`) Lovable?

(・∀・) Wait, North America doesn't exist?

( ´ω`) Never did, Junior.

(・∀・) And France?

( ´ω`) France what?

(・∀・) Grandpa, how'd you get to be so knowledgable?

( ´ω`) It's easy when you're jesus lol.

(・∀・) I will take that knowledge from you, Grandpa, and become one with the universe.

( ´ω`) well, too bad you are banned, junior.

(・A・) ...

( ´ω`) Peace and quiet at last.

(・ω・) Helpful hint: Grandpa doesn't exist.

(・∀・) That blew my mind.

(・ω・) Are we having fun yet?
(・ω・) Lessee... How about we kill Grandpa?
(・ω・) a Find The Murderer game.

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(・∀・) Is this like Schrödinger's cat, where the cat is dead, alive and bloody furious at the same time?

( ´ω`) No it's like cheshire cat.

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(・∀・) Grandpa, how come that person's eyes are missing?

(´ώ`) Did you forget?

(・∀・) Grandpa! Your face!

(´ώ`) Hm? Oh...

( ´ω`) I was just in the back of the room, Junior. Why are you so panicky these days?

(・∀・) Living in the garage. The hobospiders keep me up all night with their singing.

( ´ω`) Ah, yes. You can tell them from regular brown recluse spiders by their jaunty blue top-hats and bloodshot eyes.

(・∀・) Huge tits or flat chests?

( ´ω`) Either is good, as long as they are not the disgusting types that fall in between those sizes.

(・∀・) Grandpa, do sheep have sheep?

( ´ω`) No, sheep don't have sheep, sheep have lambs.

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(・∀・) Grandpa, is the world out of control?

( ´ω`) Well, little'un, it's a tad early to say

(・∀・) Grandpa! I just realized I don't want to go to hell! Eternal damnation and suffering isn't my idea of spending all my life after death.

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(・∀・) Grandpa, is my name Squeeks?

(・∀・) never mind.

(・∀・) Grandpa, is my name Boon?

(´ω`) I've always called you Junior, because I hate your real name.

⊂二二二（´ω`）二二二⊃ GrandBoooo......

⊂二二二（´ω`）二二二⊃ Pa! Pa! Pa! Papapan

(・∀・) I'm almost afraid to ask...

(´ω`) "Tralfaz."

(・∀・) ...

(・∀・) I LOVE IT!

⊂二☆二（´ω`）二☆二⊃ RA-TA-TA-TA

（´ω`）Ah, the smell of gunpowder...

(・∀・) ...stinks, actually.

(´ω`) Quiet, I'm reminiscing.

(´ω`) ...

(´ω`) grunt Oh yeah, that's the stuff.

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(・∀・) Grandpa, should I take up Yoga or Tai Chi?

(´ω`) I would recommend Tai Quon Leap, Junior. The classes would be good for your character.

(・∀・) What are the chances that I'm going to get hurt?

(´ω`) Negligible, really. Trust your old grandpa.

(´ω`) They're very high if you think it will teach you anything about being in a real fight. Stick with Tekken Tag.

(・∀・) I play as Jin, usually. How about you, Grandpa?

(´ω`) Chun-Li.

(・∀・) Grandpa, which was your favorite Master of Orion? One, two or three?

(´ω`) Three. All I had to do was click End of Turn over and over, and I'd win.

(・∀・) Grandpa, what's your opinion on the recent increase in ninja-related crimes?

(・∀・) Oops.

(´ω`) I keep telling you to lock the door, Junior. Last time it was the Tannasinn people, now it's insurance salesmen. Don't you learn?

( ´ω`) Hold on, let me give my profile a little.

(・∀・)Grandpa, whay do you have a pair of balls hanging off the middle of your face?

(・∀・) Where does sage belong?

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