MY SIDE!

I'd probably die of laughter if Maxical and Malan did that in the story.

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Does sound like Maxical's havin mo' funk than she'll admit ta her muthafuckin a$$. I wish Malan'd quit referin ta his dirty a$$ up in third-thug though. I straight-up never know what tha fuk ta expect next (except brilliizzle of course).


@ Mack Of Beasts - Nuff props so much KOB! SPEW! Yo Crazy-A$$ comment had mah crazy a$$ dying! Yo a$$ is muthafuckin right bout her bein vulnerable. Biatch is def up in way over her head wit Malan. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch.

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Eyja don’t care what tha fuk tha thang is, as long as tha pay is phat. Y'all KNOW dat $hit, muthafucka! She’ll do it as nuff times as Janus pays her to.

To quote what tha fuk Eyja holla'd tha straight-up original gangsta dizzle her a$$ kicked it wit Maxical, her a$$ will "steal all Nirn, lay it, then cappin' it if there’s enough gold up in dat $hit."

Comments, and Comment Thanks:

Does sound like Maxical's havin mo' funk than she'll admit ta her muthafuckin a$$. I wish Malan'd quit referin ta his dirty a$$ up in third-thug though. I straight-up never know what tha fuk ta expect next (except brilliizzle of course).


@ Mack Of Beasts - Nuff props so much KOB! SPEW! Yo Crazy-A$$ comment had mah crazy a$$ dying! Yo a$$ is muthafuckin right bout her bein vulnerable. Biatch is def up in way over her head wit Malan. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch.

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Eyja don’t care what tha fuk tha thang is, as long as tha pay is phat. Y'all KNOW dat $hit, muthafucka! She’ll do it as nuff times as Janus pays her to.

To quote what tha fuk Eyja holla'd tha straight-up original gangsta dizzle her a$$ kicked it wit Maxical, her a$$ will "steal all Nirn, lay it, then cappin' it if there’s enough gold up in dat $hit."

"Presumably her a$s was dead before you threw her off tha tower?" Axed Trellanwr, tryin desperately ta contain his stupid-a$s growin anger.

Oostermann frowned at Tcheet n' paused up in his fuckin lil' drankin.

Da Overlord strutted towardz tha Bosmer, "I care not when dat biatch died, only dat her a$s did."

"What a waste," Da High-Priest shook his head. Y'all KNOW dat $hit, muthafucka! "Yo a$s should have had her detained, I would have gladly...pumped her fo' deetz."

Tcheet finally lost his cold-a$s temper.

"Damn you perverted, crippled, pretender n' failure!! Yo a$s was not a god damn thang without me!! And all I git fo' mah generositizzle is everyday crap!! And what tha f*ck of you two?! Hmmm?! Is you two plannin ta bust a cap up in me?"

Oostermann raised a eyebrow, took a thugged-out drink n' simply holla'd, "Every night."

Tcheet strutted up ta his a$s as tha atmosphere up in tha room turned distinctly cold. Y'all KNOW dat sh*t, muthafucka!

Da High-Priest tilted his head n' smirked. Y'all KNOW dat sh*t, muthafucka! "My fuckin dear Ofwysyn, I loathe n' detest you ta tha straight-up core of mah being. I would have no mo' mourned yo' passin than I would a stray dog’s; And I spend each n' every last muthafuckin night dreamin of wonderfully inventizzle ways fo' yo' departure from dis ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin a$s...But you already know that, don’t yo slick a$s, biatch? Have I eva pretended ta be other than straight-up disgusted at yo' continued existence, biatch? Hmm?...And yet..." Oostermann sighed, looked down n' banged his struttin stick on tha floor. "As you pointed out, so succinctly..." Dude sighed again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "So no...I don't give a fu*k bout you, n' I while I refuse ta say I need yo thugged-out a$s...I will admit yo a$s is, at dis time, by Divine edict, necessary. Besides it’s mo' funk ta have you kickin it to don't give a fu*k bout than otherwise."

Tcheet continued ta stare at Oostermann fo' a time then nodded, apparently satisfied. Y'all KNOW dat sh*t, muthafucka! Dude turned n' finally looked all up in tha Bosmer.

Trellanwr raised a eyebrow as he noted a funky-boat brief flicker of fear up in his dirty a$s.

Da Overlord strutted towardz his muthafuckin a$s....

"It aint nuthin but not dat he has a funky-boat bad-temper, Hroar is just worried bout his brutha, muthafucka! I be pretty shizzle you'd act tha same stupid-boat if it was yo' brutha Hastrel."

Hastrel vigorously scratched his head before answering. "Whatever, letz just drop it fo' now, nahmeean, biatch? Remember tha lil Nord h* our crazy-boat asses picked up?"

"Yeah..."

"Well Westsideley, WHAT IN OBLIVION ARE WE GONNA' DO WITH HER?!"

I stopped n' thought fo' a moment yo. Hastrel was mutha****** right fo' once. What up in Oblivion was our crazy-a** a**** goin ta do wit a cold-a** lil lil pimp up in tha middle of a war?

"I be not too shizzle Hastrel yo, but our crazy-a** a***** can't just throw her up on tha streets. Right back up in yo mutha****** a** Shez a cold-a** lil lil pimp fo' tha god's-sake, mutha*****! She'd die as soon as her a** was five feet away from tha house!"

Jakben chimed up in "Perhaps our crazy-a** a***** should git ta know her a lil bit first. Maybe her muthafathas aren't dead as f***** fried chicken. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. They could be held captizzle somewhere."

Our thugged-out a***** all turned our headz towardz tha lil h* up in tha corner. Right back up in yo mutha***** a**. Biatch was playin wit somethang yo. Hastrel turned ta Jakben.

"Imbel, did you give her somethang ta play with?"

"F*** dat s*** did yo slick a**?"

"I wouldn't be askin you if I did!" Hastrel turned ta mah crazy a** "Westsideley, did you give her somethang ta play with?"

"I was busy as a mutha***** fallin outta tha white-gold tower, I couldn't of possibly given her somethang ta play with."

When tha lil h* turned around, her a** was croonin at a thugged-out dead mouse, n' gently strokin itz head. Y'all KNOW dat s***, mutha***** I gasped.

"BY THE NINE, mutha*****! SHE'S PLAYING WITH A DEAD MOUSE!"

Imbelz grill dropped wide open, n' Hastrel let up a loud gasp. Jakbenz manservant, whoz a** had been on tha f*****' down-lowly havin his f***** lunch on tha bench across tha room decided ta drop a rhyme up.

"Is you three just goin ta stand there n' gawk all up in tha h* playin wit tha dead mouse, and is one of y'all goin ta git it?!"

Jakben smirked. Y'all KNOW dat s***, mutha*****! "Why don't you go take tha dead mouse from her Gemellus?"

"But sir, I don't want to!"

Jakben glared. Y'all KNOW dat s***, mutha*****! "Gemellus, go git tha dead mouse from her"

"But..."

"No but's, just go git dat s***."

Gemellus groaned before headin over ta tha corner tha ho was kneelin down in.

"Here girly, just please hand over tha dead mouse."

Da lil' h* f***** started ta scream "NOOOOO, mutha*****! I WON'T LET YOU HARM MY PET MOUSIE!!!"

Jakben doubled over wit laughter when Gemellus cringed up in fear from tha lil h* n' retreated upstairs yo. Hastrel f***** started howlin wit laughter as well. I, on tha other hand, didn't find any of dis funny.

"Therez not a god damn thang humorous bout this, some mutha***** needz ta take dat dead mouse away from her, mutha*****! Biatch could git sick."

Da Earl rose ta his wild lil' feet. "Fine,fine, I be bout ta git tha dead mouse from tha demon child." Hastrel f***** started howlin wit laughter again all up in tha Earlz statement.

"Ok lass, give mah crazy boat tha mouse..."

"NEVER!"

"Give it here lass...URK!" Jakben fell ta tha ground when tha lil h* punched his a** up in tha crotch yo. Hastrel cupped his hand over his crazy-a** grill n' turned ta mah dirty boat.

"Oh, my. Thatz a funky-a** bad place ta be hit. Da h* straight-up is defensive of her pet..."


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I roared up in frustration, n' marched towardz tha lil girl.

"Give mah crazy a** tha dead mouse, NOW!"

Da lil' h* f***** started ta tremble, n' handed tha dead animal over ta mah dirty a**. I threw it outside, n' took a seat on tha bench. I let up a sigh of relief yo. Hastrel helped Imbel ta tha bench, n' f***** started ta terrify tha ho yo. Hastrel was tryin ta be ill ta tha point where he sounded sarcastic n' somewhat terrifyin yo. Dude had tha creepiest smile on his wild lil' face

"Yo mutha***** lil girl, whatz yo' name?"

Hastrelz attempt ta be thugged-out was only kicked it wit by frantic screams fo' help. I decided ta intervene yo.

I also put my essay for L.A in earlier. Makes it less boring

It withdrew n' slashed at his a$s again, n' Carnius reeled back as a funky-a$s burnin furrow of pain cut across his wild lil' grill yo. Dude cursed n' stumbled back, hot blood beginnin ta seep from it, n' barely managed ta parry tha next strike dat slashed towardz his muthafuckin a$s.

Dude managed ta push tha next stab aside n' open up its guard, n' it screamed at his a$s once more.

"Kneel!"

"Bugger off!" Carnius replied as he slammed his wild lil' fist tha f*ck into its faceplate. It dissolved tha f*ck into silver powder, a heavy round crystal thuddin ta tha ground from where its chest once was, n' his next survey of tha scene was enough ta three of tha thangs descendin on Almeria yo. Her own blade was a funky-a$s blurred whirlwind of steel as her a$s parried they strikes, turnin n' spinnin on tha spot, her movements em of a thugged-out dizzla as much as a slyricsbiatch's. Right back up in yo muthafuckin a$s. Biatch stabbed up once, rippin all up in tha throat of one n' leavin it ta crumble ta nothang, before her a$s turned tha weapon tha spot n' blocked a slash from another of em crystalline creatures. Both blades busted as they ran along each other, Almeria duckin under its blade arm n' behind its reach up in a movement so swift Carnius would have thought it impossible yo. Her pimped out sword swept around n' parted its head from its shouldaz n' her a$s barrelled all up in tha dissolvin body ta feint all up in tha remainin one n' then brang tha blade under its guard n' stab tha f*ck into its armpit.

"Feast on tha flesh of tha unrighteous!" her a$s cried up in triumph.

Not to be Johnny Buzz-Kill here but, just so you guys know, there are some on this site who aren't laughing.

Not to be Johnny Buzz-Kill here but, just so you guys know, there are some on this site who aren't laughing.

Not to be Johnny Buzz-Kill here but, just so you guys know, there are some on this site who aren't laughing.

Christ, I feel like a right bloody tit now. Sorry Destri, that was kind of poorly judged on my behalf.

Nah, don't feel like that. It was funny, but all of us picked it up and ran with it, probably farther than we should have.

Sorry man.

Perhaps we shouldn't post anymore stuff. (Persuade)

Sorry Never meant to offend you.

Christ, I feel like a right bloody tit now. Sorry Destri, that was kind of poorly judged on my behalf.

Don't get it twisted. You don't owe me any apologies, none of you were deliberately trying to offend. And you have every right to post stuff that you think is funny. All I was saying is that I didn't think it was funny.

...Fair enough...Stop reading it then...



Well, obviously you did want to be...If I don't want to be a part of a thread, I tend to leave it alone, no?...