**amozi rolls 21**

**instakill rolls 49** dubs all up in this bitch

**rumler rolls 88**

BOOM, thethread all up outta nowhere.

I've got blue name now.
Didn't realise I'd had an account on here long enough to get blue name, baha.

Decided I'm never posting comments on Front page again.
All thats happened bar one luzly situation is faggots raging and thumbing me down for no reason.
Front page is full of cancer, back to vidya gaems.

Dark Knight Rises was fucking amazing Jay.
Fuck Avengers.

Finished F.E.A.R. 2 earlier.
Not scary at any point apart from the end sequence before the credits.
Why? Because whilst you're running about hitting switches in this hallucination you're having you need to fight off one of your team mates ghosts, not to bad. During this process though you flash back to reality every now and then to witness Alma raping your character.
Then right at the end after that, she pops up, magically 9 months pregnant and makes you feel the bump.
Shit was fucking disturbing.

In case you don't know who Alma is by the way, she's a dead psychic bitch who was strong enough to keep terrorising people after she'd died. IT WAS FUCKING HORRIBLE.

Looking at the fucking-Scrubs channel.
Maintained by: zoondogod

Well shit nigger, nice.

Also what the fucks up with all these cunts complaining about it? Pony's, Avatar and other shit comes on here, sure a lot of people complain but it all still stays there.
Scrubs comes along, something which a lot more people probably find funny, and people flip shit about it being a cancer? I hate people on here, I genuinely do, fucking idiots.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=8y5VEfHgvUA
The feels Jay.

grats you've started a new fad

How come your XBL's still suspended? MS still being cunts about the credit card or something?

Richard put this on facebook and I fucking lost my shit. Incase you don't know who Richard is, he's Scott's sister's fiance.

50 Shades of Chav.
As he approached with those pasty white arms hanging out of his Gola vest his smile told me it was benefit day an I knew my velour tracksuit would be hanging off the lamp shade tonight
His favourite position was what he called The Dogs of War. Where he took me from behind and played Call of Duty at the same time.
Our 6 week anniversary was approaching. This would be my longest relationship without becoming pregnant I was thinking.
As I stood in line at the Job Centre thinking of reasons I couldn't work, a sweet smell drifted past my pig like nostrils. It was a mixture of weed, B.O and Lynx Africa.
I turned around and there was Dwayne. Our eyes met and he was soon lifting me onto the wheelie bins behind the Iceland. He had tied up his Staffy to block the ally way so we wouldn't be disturbed.
My mum had told me to leave Dwayne many times due to the violence
I knew he loved me as he always took his rings off before he hit me.
Tonight though he was in a foul mood, I had fuked his tea up after failing to de-frost his prawn ring I had nicked from farm foods.
He picked up the power lead from my kids mega drive and whipped it across my doughy arse.
It stung but I liked it. I shouted again an again so he carried on. I thought my shell suit would rip into a million pieces.
As I looked over my shoulder I saw his Weetabix toothed smile.
an new I was goin to get it

Hey, thought you'd probably come on here before Xbox.
If you do, feel like helping me dig a shit load of sand out later and making a castle of sandstone in my world on Minecraft?
I'm going it alone atm, and theres just so much fucking sand, nto even a desert biome either I think.

im so sorry

Holy fuck, there's a lot more fellow Scottish on FJ than I imagined.