ROZI ILLUMINATI

ah my goodness
i was in a skype call
rozi made a hand signal


i have permission from him to post this

we never found home

we left a message

Video on...Fingers on forehead...ET phone home...Permission to post...Sesame street
...stops to connect the dots...


WAIT A MINUTE
ILLUMIROZIIIIIII WHAAAAT

illumirozi confirmedddd

illubeinati comfirmed

^hivemind plebs who can't think of original responses. "K" has become the new PQ WHERe, it is nothing but a lousy, worn-out, boring, tedious excuse for a joke that serves no other purpose than farming post count. The shitposting community cringes when they see the lack of imagination in these responses. What happened to the soul of it? What happened to real, oldschool trolling? This reminds me of what caused the fall of the Austro-Hungarian empire. It's a mindset that is toxic to what real spam is. So it's basically the same but in reverse and not at all.

One could say like my grandfather used to: "it is not the quantity of one's spam that counts, but the quality". I basically means that it doesn't matter if we get 100 "K" if they don't have any quality to them. We need to step up the meta several notches. I will tell you the story of how I figured this out.

I was searching for firewood in the cold, frozen landscape that was [Sweden] at this time of year. It wasn't very difficult since trees were in abundance. I picked up some dead sticks that looked dry and sighed to myself; I didn't want to think about it, but it was now more imminent than ever; my father was very ill and was soon about to die. Everyone had known about the disease for a long time, but it was only in the latest month that it had taken a turn for the worse. During my childhood the disease couldn't even be noticed, which had made me repress the thought about how it someday would strike, and that there was no way to stop it.

Now as the cold truth was tearing my family apart, I thought back about my life. There wasn't that much to think about really, I had barely left my adolescence at this point in time, and my father was always working to support the family. It was a huge task since my mother had died giving birth, and the soil my family owned was not very fertile; during especially difficult famines we relied on our friends to support us. I always thanked the Lord that my family had such good friends, but I didn't see the point in that anymore.

As I walked home I noticed that the sun was low on the horizon, it was now twilight. "Have I really been out the entire day?" I thought to myself.

The sun was beautiful, it made everything shine in a red, soothing light which could only happen at this time of day. The twilight made me think of something, this mediator of day and night reminded me of my father, and how he was in between life and death. And just as my father, the sun lit up my world; but it was doomed to fall into darkness. Soon, very soon, both these lights would be gone, and I thought that I better get home before either one of them is put out.

My father was asleep when I got home. He was lying in one of the two beds that the litte cottage had, completely covered in blankets to keep warm since the house was very poorly insulated. I immediately started to put the dry wood on the fire which lit up our home. After a few minutes of warming up, I had to make food, luckily, we had some herbs and spices. So I mixed them together with some melted snow to make soup. I was not a master chef but the food I made was at least decent.

I took one bowl of soup and brought it to my father's bed. "Dad" I said whilst shaking my father's shoulder. "Dad, I've made you some soup, you've got to eat if you want to keep your strength"

My father opened his eyes and looked a bit confused, but once he saw his child he simply said "Thank you, son".

He groaned whilst trying to sit up and had a painful expression on his face; it was obvious that he was not feeling well. He then took the bowl of soup and began to eat the watery mixture inside.

I thought about my relationship with my father, we had always been close and he had always been there for me, despite all the work he had to do. I thought about the times we had spent together, about all the things he had taught me; and the fact that there had only been a few of these moments in my entire life, all of that made this moment much more difficult. My father was the only family I had left, my mother, sister and brother were all gone, and the only one left was now my entire family and best friend. To lose all that was not something I wanted to think about.

My father now put down the bowl and laid himself down in the bed. "Dad, how are you feeling" I said nervously, fearing the worst. "Just a bit tired" my father replied, but his body language spoke differently.

"Son" my father said after a few minutes of silence "Yes" I replied, more nervous then ever about what I was going to hear. "Kalle, you have always been a great son, the best a father could wish for". My father spoke calmly and somewhat solemn. "Seeing you grow up from just a child to a man has been the greatest experience of my life, and I wouldn't trade it for the world"

"Dad..." I said with tears in my eyes

"Hear me out" my father interrupted "It is important that you hear what I'm about to say"

I simply nodded

"So" my father continued "Now that I'm at the end of my life, there is no better time than now to ask you for money"

"WHAT!?" I exclaimed

And it was in that moment I realized that it was not my father in front of me, but a 40 meter long green sea monster.

"What are you doing here Loch-Ness monster?" I said in a very upset tone.

The monster did not answer as it cannot talk, however, it grabbed $3.50 out of my wallet ran through the wall and flew back to Scotland on a rainbow. It was not a graceful sight.

"Oh gosh darn it!" I exclaimed

This is the journey every great shitposter must take. We've all done it, Lao Tzu, Newt Gingrich, and everyone in between. I think that this community truly does value some quality spam, and not mods/admins just posting "K" in kids' threads. Because this literally derailed faster than Jeff talking about challenges.

High quality spam right there, Kalle.

Kalle29 wrote: ^hivemind plebs who can't think of original responses. "K" has become the new PQ WHERe, it is nothing but a lousy, worn-out, boring, tedious excuse for a joke that serves no other purpose than farming post count. The shitposting community cringes when they see the lack of imagination in these responses. What happened to the soul of it? What happened to real, oldschool trolling? This reminds me of what caused the fall of the Austro-Hungarian empire. It's a mindset that is toxic to what real spam is. So it's basically the same but in reverse and not at all.

One could say like my grandfather used to: "it is not the quantity of one's spam that counts, but the quality". I basically means that it doesn't matter if we get 100 "K" if they don't have any quality to them. We need to step up the meta several notches. I will tell you the story of how I figured this out.

I was searching for firewood in the cold, frozen landscape that was [Sweden] at this time of year. It wasn't very difficult since trees were in abundance. I picked up some dead sticks that looked dry and sighed to myself; I didn't want to think about it, but it was now more imminent than ever; my father was very ill and was soon about to die. Everyone had known about the disease for a long time, but it was only in the latest month that it had taken a turn for the worse. During my childhood the disease couldn't even be noticed, which had made me repress the thought about how it someday would strike, and that there was no way to stop it.

Now as the cold truth was tearing my family apart, I thought back about my life. There wasn't that much to think about really, I had barely left my adolescence at this point in time, and my father was always working to support the family. It was a huge task since my mother had died giving birth, and the soil my family owned was not very fertile; during especially difficult famines we relied on our friends to support us. I always thanked the Lord that my family had such good friends, but I didn't see the point in that anymore.

As I walked home I noticed that the sun was low on the horizon, it was now twilight. "Have I really been out the entire day?" I thought to myself.

The sun was beautiful, it made everything shine in a red, soothing light which could only happen at this time of day. The twilight made me think of something, this mediator of day and night reminded me of my father, and how he was in between life and death. And just as my father, the sun lit up my world; but it was doomed to fall into darkness. Soon, very soon, both these lights would be gone, and I thought that I better get home before either one of them is put out.

My father was asleep when I got home. He was lying in one of the two beds that the litte cottage had, completely covered in blankets to keep warm since the house was very poorly insulated. I immediately started to put the dry wood on the fire which lit up our home. After a few minutes of warming up, I had to make food, luckily, we had some herbs and spices. So I mixed them together with some melted snow to make soup. I was not a master chef but the food I made was at least decent.

I took one bowl of soup and brought it to my father's bed. "Dad" I said whilst shaking my father's shoulder. "Dad, I've made you some soup, you've got to eat if you want to keep your strength"

My father opened his eyes and looked a bit confused, but once he saw his child he simply said "Thank you, son".

He groaned whilst trying to sit up and had a painful expression on his face; it was obvious that he was not feeling well. He then took the bowl of soup and began to eat the watery mixture inside.

I thought about my relationship with my father, we had always been close and he had always been there for me, despite all the work he had to do. I thought about the times we had spent together, about all the things he had taught me; and the fact that there had only been a few of these moments in my entire life, all of that made this moment much more difficult. My father was the only family I had left, my mother, sister and brother were all gone, and the only one left was now my entire family and best friend. To lose all that was not something I wanted to think about.

My father now put down the bowl and laid himself down in the bed. "Dad, how are you feeling" I said nervously, fearing the worst. "Just a bit tired" my father replied, but his body language spoke differently.

"Son" my father said after a few minutes of silence "Yes" I replied, more nervous then ever about what I was going to hear. "Kalle, you have always been a great son, the best a father could wish for". My father spoke calmly and somewhat solemn. "Seeing you grow up from just a child to a man has been the greatest experience of my life, and I wouldn't trade it for the world"

"Dad..." I said with tears in my eyes

"Hear me out" my father interrupted "It is important that you hear what I'm about to say"

I simply nodded

"So" my father continued "Now that I'm at the end of my life, there is no better time than now to ask you for money"

"WHAT!?" I exclaimed

And it was in that moment I realized that it was not my father in front of me, but a 40 meter long green sea monster.

"What are you doing here Loch-Ness monster?" I said in a very upset tone.

The monster did not answer as it cannot talk, however, it grabbed $3.50 out of my wallet ran through the wall and flew back to Scotland on a rainbow. It was not a graceful sight.

"Oh gosh darn it!" I exclaimed

This is the journey every great shitposter must take. We've all done it, Lao Tzu, Newt Gingrich, and everyone in between. I think that this community truly does value some quality spam, and not mods/admins just posting "K" in kids' threads. Because this literally derailed faster than Jeff talking about challenges.

Kalle29 wrote: [Insert post 127240 here]

Kalle29 wrote: no

Kalle29 wrote:

Threefolder wrote: That's Quaternion.

shameful +1 to post count

Kalle29 wrote: 10/10 singing voice would jigglypuff again

Kalle29 wrote:

Oh oh oh oh!

no sleeeeep

no sleeeeep until i'm done with finding the answer

*zooms in on finish time*

Oh oh oh oh

IN THE SHADOOOOOOOOOOOWS

*gets 1.59 on tornado bowl and thinks it's good enough for a WRR*

I've been watching, I've been waiting

In the shaaadooooooows for my time

*How do you get these fast marbles?*

Whoa, Black Betty, BAM BA LAM!

Whoa, Black Betty, BAM BA LAM!

*Rules to follow:*

[sick guitar solo]

Whoa, Black Betty
BAM-BA-LAAAAAAAM

*what's the name of the song?*

IT'S THE FINAL COUNTDOWN
FINAL COUNTDOWN OOOOOOOOOH

*shock drop 4.23* (lmao)

*song cuts off*

etc etc, good times

Kalle29 wrote: Just pretend the lack of texture was intended and call it a huge snowball

Kalle29 wrote: Can somebody give me a link to MBE2, fubar and PQ? Thanks.

Kalle29 wrote:

I did not realize that you had a pet bird, apparently named Tsuf

omg banworthy

Kalle29 wrote: Tsuf was totally the highlight of the vid

Kalle29 wrote: ^hivemind plebs who can't think of original responses. "K" has become the new PQ WHERe, it is nothing but a lousy, worn-out, boring, tedious excuse for a joke that serves no other purpose than farming post count. The shitposting community cringes when they see the lack of imagination in these responses. What happened to the soul of it? What happened to real, oldschool trolling? This reminds me of what caused the fall of the Austro-Hungarian empire. It's a mindset that is toxic to what real spam is. So it's basically the same but in reverse and not at all.

One could say like my grandfather used to: "it is not the quantity of one's spam that counts, but the quality". I basically means that it doesn't matter if we get 100 "K" if they don't have any quality to them. We need to step up the meta several notches. I will tell you the story of how I figured this out.

I was searching for firewood in the cold, frozen landscape that was [Sweden] at this time of year. It wasn't very difficult since trees were in abundance. I picked up some dead sticks that looked dry and sighed to myself; I didn't want to think about it, but it was now more imminent than ever; my father was very ill and was soon about to die. Everyone had known about the disease for a long time, but it was only in the latest month that it had taken a turn for the worse. During my childhood the disease couldn't even be noticed, which had made me repress the thought about how it someday would strike, and that there was no way to stop it.

Now as the cold truth was tearing my family apart, I thought back about my life. There wasn't that much to think about really, I had barely left my adolescence at this point in time, and my father was always working to support the family. It was a huge task since my mother had died giving birth, and the soil my family owned was not very fertile; during especially difficult famines we relied on our friends to support us. I always thanked the Lord that my family had such good friends, but I didn't see the point in that anymore.

As I walked home I noticed that the sun was low on the horizon, it was now twilight. "Have I really been out the entire day?" I thought to myself.

The sun was beautiful, it made everything shine in a red, soothing light which could only happen at this time of day. The twilight made me think of something, this mediator of day and night reminded me of my father, and how he was in between life and death. And just as my father, the sun lit up my world; but it was doomed to fall into darkness. Soon, very soon, both these lights would be gone, and I thought that I better get home before either one of them is put out.

My father was asleep when I got home. He was lying in one of the two beds that the litte cottage had, completely covered in blankets to keep warm since the house was very poorly insulated. I immediately started to put the dry wood on the fire which lit up our home. After a few minutes of warming up, I had to make food, luckily, we had some herbs and spices. So I mixed them together with some melted snow to make soup. I was not a master chef but the food I made was at least decent.

I took one bowl of soup and brought it to my father's bed. "Dad" I said whilst shaking my father's shoulder. "Dad, I've made you some soup, you've got to eat if you want to keep your strength"

My father opened his eyes and looked a bit confused, but once he saw his child he simply said "Thank you, son".

He groaned whilst trying to sit up and had a painful expression on his face; it was obvious that he was not feeling well. He then took the bowl of soup and began to eat the watery mixture inside.

I thought about my relationship with my father, we had always been close and he had always been there for me, despite all the work he had to do. I thought about the times we had spent together, about all the things he had taught me; and the fact that there had only been a few of these moments in my entire life, all of that made this moment much more difficult. My father was the only family I had left, my mother, sister and brother were all gone, and the only one left was now my entire family and best friend. To lose all that was not something I wanted to think about.

My father now put down the bowl and laid himself down in the bed. "Dad, how are you feeling" I said nervously, fearing the worst. "Just a bit tired" my father replied, but his body language spoke differently.

"Son" my father said after a few minutes of silence "Yes" I replied, more nervous then ever about what I was going to hear. "Kalle, you have always been a great son, the best a father could wish for". My father spoke calmly and somewhat solemn. "Seeing you grow up from just a child to a man has been the greatest experience of my life, and I wouldn't trade it for the world"

"Dad..." I said with tears in my eyes

"Hear me out" my father interrupted "It is important that you hear what I'm about to say"

I simply nodded

"So" my father continued "Now that I'm at the end of my life, there is no better time than now to ask you for money"

"WHAT!?" I exclaimed

And it was in that moment I realized that it was not my father in front of me, but a 40 meter long green sea monster.

"What are you doing here Loch-Ness monster?" I said in a very upset tone.

The monster did not answer as it cannot talk, however, it grabbed $3.50 out of my wallet ran through the wall and flew back to Scotland on a rainbow. It was not a graceful sight.

"Oh gosh darn it!" I exclaimed

This is the journey every great shitposter must take. We've all done it, Lao Tzu, Newt Gingrich, and everyone in between. I think that this community truly does value some quality spam, and not mods/admins just posting "K" in kids' threads. Because this literally derailed faster than Jeff talking about challenges.

tl;dr challenges

i'm hacked

pls send help

Kalle29 wrote: What happened to the soul of it? What happened to real, oldschool trolling?

Ya mean this kind of trolling?

Kalle29 wrote: This is the journey every great shitposter must take. We've all done it, Lao Tzu, Newt Gingrich, and everyone in between. I think that this community truly does value some quality spam, and not mods/admins just posting "K" in kids' threads. Because this literally derailed faster than Jeff talking about challenges.

Kalle29 wrote: [Sweden]

Kalle29 wrote: quality spam

Quality spam you say? Sweden is no match for the UK.

J@ck_Frost wrote:

Quality spam you say? Sweden is no match for the UK.

k

legenda1236 wrote: k

The Spam Board message thingy wrote: (Not so) New Spam Board rule: NO USELESS SPAM! THIS INCLUDES POSTS THAT JUST CONSIST OF "AKJFWJF;KLDSNFLKDSJFLK" OR A LIST OF SMILEYS! The Spam Board is meant to be the place for threads that are just playful, not for plain stupid, immature posts!

kay.

...w8 m8...

i just 8 my brocoli

legenda1236 wrote: k

IsraeliRD's Image wrote: "Not for human consumption nor any drug purpose"

That means K can be used for human use, but only if its not being used for any drug purpose. #programmer logic

IsraeliRD wrote:

legenda1236 wrote: k

bananas are dongers
bananas contain K
so.
dongers contain K.