Once upon a time on an internet message board there was an epic struggle. On one side you had the Big Red. Formidable and talented, they dominated the MOV in every single way. On the other side, you had the Tigers. Majestic and strong, they had a world class facility to train their warriors for battle. In the middle you had a man, who became a team of men, pulling the strings and setting the stage for these battles, all the while profiting off of the platform through which these battles were held, the Bucknuts. The battle would seemingly rage on forever, but alas, it was not meant to be. For the Big Red were illiterate rednecks, the Tigers were retards, and the Bucknuts were so greedy that they began to grow tired of the same old Big Red and Tiger dollars that were shelled out to bicker over whose teenage boys were more strapping.
So the Bucknuts developed a scheme by which they would lure others into their forum, and pit them against one another. It seemed as though the Bucknuts did this for the sport, for we all knew it was not out of the goodness of their hearts, but then, the Tigers and Big Reds, demanded more, feeling slighted that they were being treated as commoners. So the Bucknuts, to appease the Big Reds and Tigers, started publishing articles and stories pertaining to the happenings of the weekly battles. Soon, everyone was taking part in the festivities, Blue Devils, Tarblooders, Cardinals, Seminoles, Potters, Ceramics, and Shoremen were all coming to the Bucknuts’ battle grounds to degrade one another. But it was not meant to be, for the Bucknuts were plotting the whole time for their merciless assault while the people were busy having pissing contests with each other. “It was time,” they said, “to make a change.”
Once everyone in the land was locked into fierce battle with one another on the Bucknuts battle grounds, the crafty shithead Bucknuts sprung their trap. $12 dollars for every man woman and child who decided to take part in their services. “Only $1 a month.” They said to the commoners trying to justify paying to talk about the battles. And sure enough, some took it on the chin. Like a good soldier they coddled the sack and sucked the Bucknuts’ dick for a chance to not fade into the background as they had been before, when only the Big Reds and Tigers were allowed to battle on the grounds. Some rebelled against the Bucknuts, launching profanity laced assaults, some bombarded them with mortars of girls shitting then eating it and random sex acts. But one man put the ultimate attack on the Bucknuts, an idea so retarded and crazy, that it had to come from some asshole from Newark.
Once the decision was made to charge commoners for the services that Bucknuts offer, justincredible, a (wo)man from Newark, the most backwards bumfucked town in all of the land, launched an offshoot of the Bucknuts battleground with the hopes of luring some teenage boys with small allowances to a dark van. But even he couldn’t have expected the mass exodus from the land of Bucknuts to his new creation, the freehuddle was born. Soon the freehuddle grew into a similar forum to Bucknuts, who became angry and demanded it be shut down. But the freehuddle, not being so dumb and bloated from years of unadulterated power, was much too quick for the Bucknuts and changed venue. Ohiochatter took the place of the freehuddle becoming the new and better place for people to come and talk about the weekly battles. But soon the Ohiochatter became a dark place, for some who were exiled from the Bucknuts had ill intentions…
Happy Anniversary Fuckers.
j_crazy
7 gram rocks. how i roll.
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j_crazy
7 gram rocks. how i roll.
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Tue, Nov 9, 2010 9:43 AM
Nov 9, 2010 9:43 AM
Nov 9, 2010 9:43am
