Behold the horrors of the internet.
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Ignore this shit
www.funnyjunk.com/user_pictures/thereligionboard/4541786/The+Religion+Board/720#720
www.funnyjunk.com/religion/23606#23606

www.funnyjunk.com/user/mayormilkman/566#566
I'm starting a collection of the "fashions" of the internet.

Requesting that one MS paint comic depicting a religious discussion between a Christian who knows his shit and an atheist who relies on things like FSM jokes. (I didn't save it when you posted it elsewhere a couple weeks ago, and it depicts religious discussions here too well. Plus, it would have jimmy rustling potential.)

boards.4chan.org/b/res/471813369
you're famous

**rainiar rolls 44**

**Gonnafly rolls 20** 1v1 me here eatinyojello

**sluge rolls 49**

roll here I think sickpup

**jasonwhatofit rolls 19** strong

your turn dubstarz

So I just role against myself here? Seems easy enough-

So did I win yet?

My story, even though i wasnt invited or listed :
'So, here i am, dying, in this goddamn trench on the frontlines of Stalingrad. Snow is falling into my eyes,with one hand on my gun, and the other one holding my guts. My comrade, Yuri, is kneeling next to me, trying to relieve my pain with words. There´s no need for that since cold is working as an aneasthetic.
My life is flashing before my eyes. Not like in those stories, but i see all the things i´ve done, that gotten me to this damn shithole. Sabaka. They took me from my hometown, gave me only one ,old, blood covered carabine to defense myself. I remember my mother, мама, waving at me, crying as i was leaving for the army, forced by the regime. No, i´m lying here, dying for their stupid ideology. MG42 made a huge hole into my body, and nobody can fix me. Not here, not now. This city, this goddamn war.... few days ago, my best friend, Томас, died right before my eyes, shredded by a handgranade. I couldn´t even mourn him nor burry him. I had no tears to shed, since i had almost no water in my body and enemy gunfire was so strong, i was forced to left your body in the place you died. I´m so sorry. Your corpse is now rotting. I will soon join you my friend. Me, and a lot of others.
But we will win in the end. I feel it. I know it ... If i die, and i´m kind of sure of it, it will be for the best for all of us. There is no food left. For a week, we´ve been eating a mud soaked with sugar from a destroyed sugar factory.My stomach still hurts, even if it is out of my body.... I see the light now ... i can´t tell if its another Катюша, or i´m seeing the afterlife. Anyway, i´m finnaly out. My gun will protect someone else, my helmet will cover someone else´s head, and some lucky soldier will smoke my cigars .... damn, this life was short ...

music backgroud : For My Dying Bride - For My Fallen Angel

>be soldier
>have to shit
>in middle of war
>feel really juicy one comming out
>run by my ally
>see his bag is open
>fuck it
>shit in his bag
>book it
>he sees me running with shit spraying out of his ass
>shrugs and goes to grab ammo
>sees shit
>guns me down>
>wake up in hospital
>turns out he was a spy and my butt fumes killed him
>he was actually hitler
> war is over and i am a hero
>mfw i cant write a good story

といれ な どこ ですか?

>be in Egypt
>riding camels and shit
>camels need water
>we stop somewhere with water
>camels drink water and then spit at us
>they chase us down spitting at us
>stranded in dessert
>we got chased into a ice cream factory

It was raining, but the ground was not covered in water. Streams of blood clouded the puddles after a major victory. This was the battle of the bulge. We were the only Americans for miles into the German territory. We were the frontlines. We were the first thing in the way of the German's Expansion. We had only ourselves and our guns. No air support, no artillery, no reinforcements. We would have to give it our all or die trying.

Our commander had a decision to make, either attack one of the field headquarters or stick to our defensive position. A decision that could risk dozens of men's lives but could secure our victory.

We march onto the base, it was only a farm house but well defended. My unit was to be the ones to charge into the building and secure it. We were being sent to our deaths but we did not care.

We charged from the treeline receiving fire from all directions. It was an ambush. Still, our commander told us to charge. We rushed down the field to the farmhouse losing men fast. Our commander yells out "open the door" and their field commander, Jugen Schmidt, was there. "get on the floor" our commander forced him to the ground. Our victory was near. "everybody walk the dinosaur!"

>be German
>cinema night for the fuhrer
>see Hitler's wife walking down the red carpet
>dataryanass.jpg
>she's walking closer to me
>closer
>closer
>she's so close to me
>rubbing me but not looking
>she's waving at the crowd looking and taking pictures of us
>she opens my insides
>she climbs inside of me and sits
>start cumming oil
>MFW i'm a volkswagen