omg, I am seriously tempted to turn this into a loonscape comic XD

omg, I am seriously tempted to turn this into a loonscape comic XD

 

 

 

Please do. I'm loveing loonscape.

omg, I am seriously tempted to turn this into a loonscape comic XD

 

 

 

I'd be honored. You've got my full permision. :D

Im not doing the Klondike thing anymore. It lead me to being muted for asking for personal details(asking for age... wtf)

welll here is one of my replies to the famous question

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lol not paying attention much huh? :lol:

 

Me: 1 sec. (By this point I'm trying to Printscreen our entire conversation into a Microsoft Paint without peeing myself laughing.....)

 

 

 

http://www.gadwin.com

 

 

 

Download Gadwin Printscreen. It allows you to take screenshots one after another without pasting or anything. I find it invaluable for recording my Runescape exploits. As a bonus, I'm pretty sure its free.

 

Me: 1 sec. (By this point I'm trying to Printscreen our entire conversation into a Microsoft Paint without peeing myself laughing.....)

 

 

 

http://www.gadwin.com

 

 

 

Download Gadwin Printscreen. It allows you to take screenshots one after another without pasting or anything. I find it invaluable for recording my Runescape exploits. As a bonus, I'm pretty sure its free.

 

 

 

hm...i tried downloading it and it worked, but if you try to install, it says the file is corrupted... :ohnoes:

Thats ok I'm good with my cut paste method any way. So, does anyone else wanna give it a try and post there responses?

Your not supposed to show the other user's names, its against the rules here for some reason.

I'd first do a jig on the moon, following a brief time where I kick everyone on the Saskatchewan Rough Riders Team of '98 in the neck, and then they'd beat me up so then I'd do a jump and run run run away fast like a little run away kinda like Tom Petty but not really and then I'd be like "Damn man, gimme a break" and they'd call me a hoser except that's just a Canadian stereotype and then I'd be like, "Duude, I'm doing way too much for a Klondike bar" but then I'd have to wrestle a polar bear because he stole my friend's wallet and then the polar bear would fall in love with me and try to eat my ... "loins" so then I'd be like "Oh no! The polar bear wants my ..."loins"! I must run again!" and then, I'd go back to the moon and kick away Neil Armstrong's footprint just to bug everyone, and then I'd eat the lunar lander but then my friend Meghan would be like "Alex, that isn't cool stop it." and then I'd have to run quickly like before except I'd run backwards 'cause I'm a froob noob choob doob and then I'd be like "I'm 'like' stuff too much!" but it wouldn't matter because this whole post would continue itself over again, and then a guy would come in on a unicycle "HAY GUYZ WHAT'S GOIN' ON IN THIS WHAT THA?!" and smash into the wall of text you're currently reading but then I'd be so close to my Klondike bar but I'd fall off of a bridge onto an air plane, and I dunno how but it happened and then I'd be like "Oh nooo, my nooose" and then it'd be broken but then it would heal and then I'd sit around on my couch and be like "Damnit, I REALLY need a klondike bar" and so then I'd draw a really funny picture of a kawaii guy selling Diet Coke and be like "Haha! Oh yeah, Klondike" and I'd goto the North West Territories and be like "Hey homies was up mah froobs?" and they'd be like "Man, you need that Klondike Bar! Keep tryin' Alex!" and I'd be like "Thanks for the support fellows." so then I'd be like, "Hey! Look! A Klondike Bar salesman!" And I'd tell him this story: I'd first do a jig on the moon, following a brief time where I kick everyone on the Saskatchewan Rough Riders Team of '98 in the neck, and then they'd beat me up so then I'd do a jump and run run run away fast like a little run away kinda like Tom Petty but not really and then I'd be like "Damn man, gimme a break" and they'd call me a hoser except that's just a Canadian stereotype and then I'd be like, "Duude, I'm doing way too much for a Klondike bar" but then I'd have to wrestle a polar bear because he stole my friend's wallet and then the polar bear would fall in love with me and try to eat my ... "loins" so then I'd be like "Oh no! The polar bear wants my ..."loins"! I must run again!" and then, I'd go back to the moon and kick away Neil Armstrong's footprint just to bug everyone, and then I'd eat the lunar lander but then my friend Meghan would be like "Alex, that isn't cool stop it." and then I'd have to run quickly like before except I'd run backwards 'cause I'm a froob noob choob doob and then I'd be like "I'm 'like' stuff too much!" but it wouldn't matter because this whole post would continue itself over again, and then a guy would come in on a unicycle "HAY GUYZ WHAT'S GOIN' ON IN THIS WHAT THA?!" and smash into the wall of text you're currently reading but then I'd be so close to my Klondike bar but I'd fall off of a bridge onto an air plane, and I dunno how but it happened and then I'd be like "Oh nooo, my nooose" and then it'd be broken but then it would heal and then I'd sit around on my couch and be like "Damnit, I REALLY need a klondike bar" and so then I'd draw a really funny picture of a kawaii guy selling Diet Coke and be like "Haha! Oh yeah, Klondike" and I'd goto the North West Territories and be like "Hey homies was up mah froobs?" and they'd be like "Man, you need that Klondike Bar! Keep tryin' Alex!" and I'd be like "Thanks for the support fellows." so then I'd be like, "Hey! Look! A Klondike Bar salesman!" And he'd give me a Klondike Bar and then I'd get an award for WORLD'S LARGEST SENTENCE.

 

 

 

THE END!!

 

 

 

How very creative.... freak

 

 

 

Actually, I found it rather amusing. I'm still laughing.

I'd first do a jig on the moon, following a brief time where I kick everyone on the Saskatchewan Rough Riders Team of '98 in the neck, and then they'd beat me up so then I'd do a jump and run run run away fast like a little run away kinda like Tom Petty but not really and then I'd be like "Damn man, gimme a break" and they'd call me a hoser except that's just a Canadian stereotype and then I'd be like, "Duude, I'm doing way too much for a Klondike bar" but then I'd have to wrestle a polar bear because he stole my friend's wallet and then the polar bear would fall in love with me and try to eat my ... "loins" so then I'd be like "Oh no! The polar bear wants my ..."loins"! I must run again!" and then, I'd go back to the moon and kick away Neil Armstrong's footprint just to bug everyone, and then I'd eat the lunar lander but then my friend Meghan would be like "Alex, that isn't cool stop it." and then I'd have to run quickly like before except I'd run backwards 'cause I'm a froob noob choob doob and then I'd be like "I'm 'like' stuff too much!" but it wouldn't matter because this whole post would continue itself over again, and then a guy would come in on a unicycle "HAY GUYZ WHAT'S GOIN' ON IN THIS WHAT THA?!" and smash into the wall of text you're currently reading but then I'd be so close to my Klondike bar but I'd fall off of a bridge onto an air plane, and I dunno how but it happened and then I'd be like "Oh nooo, my nooose" and then it'd be broken but then it would heal and then I'd sit around on my couch and be like "Damnit, I REALLY need a klondike bar" and so then I'd draw a really funny picture of a kawaii guy selling Diet Coke and be like "Haha! Oh yeah, Klondike" and I'd goto the North West Territories and be like "Hey homies was up mah froobs?" and they'd be like "Man, you need that Klondike Bar! Keep tryin' Alex!" and I'd be like "Thanks for the support fellows." so then I'd be like, "Hey! Look! A Klondike Bar salesman!" And I'd tell him this story: I'd first do a jig on the moon, following a brief time where I kick everyone on the Saskatchewan Rough Riders Team of '98 in the neck, and then they'd beat me up so then I'd do a jump and run run run away fast like a little run away kinda like Tom Petty but not really and then I'd be like "Damn man, gimme a break" and they'd call me a hoser except that's just a Canadian stereotype and then I'd be like, "Duude, I'm doing way too much for a Klondike bar" but then I'd have to wrestle a polar bear because he stole my friend's wallet and then the polar bear would fall in love with me and try to eat my ... "loins" so then I'd be like "Oh no! The polar bear wants my ..."loins"! I must run again!" and then, I'd go back to the moon and kick away Neil Armstrong's footprint just to bug everyone, and then I'd eat the lunar lander but then my friend Meghan would be like "Alex, that isn't cool stop it." and then I'd have to run quickly like before except I'd run backwards 'cause I'm a froob noob choob doob and then I'd be like "I'm 'like' stuff too much!" but it wouldn't matter because this whole post would continue itself over again, and then a guy would come in on a unicycle "HAY GUYZ WHAT'S GOIN' ON IN THIS WHAT THA?!" and smash into the wall of text you're currently reading but then I'd be so close to my Klondike bar but I'd fall off of a bridge onto an air plane, and I dunno how but it happened and then I'd be like "Oh nooo, my nooose" and then it'd be broken but then it would heal and then I'd sit around on my couch and be like "Damnit, I REALLY need a klondike bar" and so then I'd draw a really funny picture of a kawaii guy selling Diet Coke and be like "Haha! Oh yeah, Klondike" and I'd goto the North West Territories and be like "Hey homies was up mah froobs?" and they'd be like "Man, you need that Klondike Bar! Keep tryin' Alex!" and I'd be like "Thanks for the support fellows." so then I'd be like, "Hey! Look! A Klondike Bar salesman!" And he'd give me a Klondike Bar and then I'd get an award for WORLD'S LARGEST SENTENCE.

 

 

 

THE END!!

 

 

 

 

 

Dude, I didn't get a chance 2 say this before but here it is:

 

 

 

You are my idol! I was laughing so hard I swallowed my tounge. Then I was like "OMG OMG I SWALLOWED MY TOUNGE!" And in this panic I tripped over the rug, which lifted the corner up. And it turns out below the rug was a trap door. So I think to myself "What the hell?" and climb down the trap door. At the bottom there was a talking monkey named Bill and a hobo named Fred. Fred and Bill decided to come along with me on my journey. And while we were walking we were attacke by a band of orcs singing showtunes. We came out of it alright but the image of orcs singing "I Feel Pretty" will be seared into my mind forever.... So we're running away from the orcs we came upon a kind old man who was made of rasberry Jello. His said hello in a kind friendly voice. We ate him. So we continue on and meet an old lady made of whipped cream who was crying. We asked her why she was crying and she replied, "Someone ate my husband!" So we ate her too. So Bill the talking monkey, Fed the hobo, and I finnally com to a big room with the worlds largest shoping mall in it. We walk inside. We look at the directory and.............. THERE'S NOTHING BUT CLOTHING STORES!!!!!!!!!!! We run as fast as we can to get to the door but an iron grate slammed down and blocked our path. And down from the top of the escalator came......The Beetles! (Not the animal you idiots, the band...) And they sang "Help" and magically apearing at the top of the escalator was......a dragon! And the dragon turned to The Beetles. "Oh sh..." was all Ringo Star said before being burned to a crisp. "Hey," I said,"you burned The Beetles!" And the dragon said, "What, I didn't like there music. Country and Rap are waaaaaaayyyyyy better." And with that I colapsed on the floor, occasionally twitching with horror and shock... Bill and Fred later woke me up and told me they defeated the dragon by playing "Hard Days Night" until he left... And as we came to the back exit of the mall, we found that no matter how hard we pushed, the door wouldn't open. Then Yoda apeared and said "Use the force..." So we concentrated really hard but still couldn't open the door. Yoda turned to us once again with that wise face and said "Oh my god. Well so much for making this moment all beautiful and powerful. The handle you idiots! Look at the handle!" And we did. It said "Pull". So we pulled it. And then we came to a shining portal. And next to that portal was Simon Cowel, Randy Jackson, and Paula Abdoul. Randy said "I don't know man, your preformance was just aight..." Then Paula said "You are the most amazing preformer we've ever seen." And finally came Simon "Reality check. Your preformance stunk worse than Randy's gym socks..." At this they all rose up and began to beat each other to smitheriens. Then I laughed so hard I bit my tounge. "Wait," I thought, "I have a tounge!" And with that everything disapeared in a puff of logic. Turns out I'd laughed so hard I lost oxygen to my brain and passed out. So I went to go get a Klondike Bar. But my mother stopped me and said "No klondike bars before dinner!" And I said "But mom...." And she said "If you give me a good reason to let you have a klondike bar, I'll give it to you." And I Turned to her and said: "I read this post on a fourm right? I was laughing so hard I swallowed my tounge. Then I was like "OMG OMG I SWALLOWED MY TOUNGE!" And in this panic I tripped over the rug, which lifted the corner up. And it turns out below the rug was a trap door. So I think to myself "What the hell?" and climb down the trap door. At the bottom there was a talking monkey named Bill and a hobo named Fred. Fred and Bill decided to come along with me on my journey. And while we were walking we were attacke by a band of orcs singing showtunes. We came out of it alright but the image of orcs singing "I Feel Pretty" will be seared into my mind forever.... So we're running away from the orcs we came upon a kind old man who was made of rasberry Jello. His said hello in a kind friendly voice. We ate him. So we continue on and meet an old lady made of whipped cream who was crying. We asked her why she was crying and she replied, "Someone ate my husband!" So we ate her too. So Bill the talking monkey, Fed the hobo, and I finnally com to a big room with the worlds largest shoping mall in it. We walk inside. We look at the directory and.............. THERE'S NOTHING BUT CLOTHING STORES!!!!!!!!!!! We run as fast as we can to get to the door but an iron grate slammed down and blocked our path. And down from the top of the escalator came......The Beetles! (Not the animal you idiots, the band...) And they sang "Help" and magically apearing at the top of the escalator was......a dragon! And the dragon turned to The Beetles. "Oh sh..." was all Ringo Star said before being burned to a crisp. "Hey," I said,"you burned The Beetles!" And the dragon said, "What, I didn't like there music. Country and Rap are waaaaaaayyyyyy better." And with that I colapsed on the floor, occasionally twitching with horror and shock... Bill and Fred later woke me up and told me they defeated the dragon by playing "Hard Days Night" until he left... And as we came to the back exit of the mall, we found that no matter how hard we pushed, the door wouldn't open. Then Yoda apeared and said "Use the force..." So we concentrated really hard but still couldn't open the door. Yoda turned to us once again with that wise face and said "Oh my god. Well so much for making this moment all beautiful and powerful. The handle you idiots! Look at the handle!" And we did. It said "Pull". So we pulled it. And then we came to a shining portal. And next to that portal was Simon Cowel, Randy Jackson, and Paula Abdoul. Randy said "I don't know man, your preformance was just aight..." Then Paula said "You are the most amazing preformer we've ever seen." And finally came Simon "Reality check. Your preformance stunk worse than Randy's gym socks..." At this they all rose up and began to beat each other to smitheriens. Then I laughed so hard I bit my tounge. "Wait," I thought, "I have a tounge!" And with that everything disapeared in a puff of logic. Turns out I'd laughed so hard I lost oxygen to my brain and passed out. So I went to go get a Klondike Bar. And thats where I am now." And she said "Ok, have a klondike bar." And then, I smiled.

 

 

 

FIN

And my piece de resitance:

 

 

 

Me: What would you do 4 a klondike bar?

 

Them: What?

 

Them: Kindike?

 

...

 

Them: You **** in with me or is it real?

 

Them: (Leaves)

 

New Person: Hi what is klondice bar?

 

New Person: My friend told me.

 

New Person: What is it?

 

New Person: (Finally leaves)

 

That whole entire exchange was pure comedy gold. I laughed so hard my mom was wondering what was so funny, so I read it to her and she laughed just as hard...and she doesn't even play Runescape!

 

I'd love to see that as a Loonscape comic.

 

 

 

--Darg--

me: what would you do for a klondlike bar?

 

him: I jump a guy with it eat it and sue the manager for phony ad

 

another one....

 

him: i'd drag you to the end of the earth throw you in the pit of death

 

him: cover you up with 200 gallons of dirt (dirts measured in galllons?)

 

him: throw in the hounds of hell into the pit give a plastic knife

 

him: if you survive then Ill throw in food and leave you to rot among the worms

 

me: you have no idea what it is do u?

 

him:no clue

 

another....

 

him:klondlike.....didnt they go bankrupt?

 

me: maybe

 

him: r u the manager whos misrable life is in ruins

 

me: im a kid

 

him: so now ur impersonating a kid?

 

me: nvm

 

 

 

im too slow to get screenies, besides there were like 20 other convos at the sametime.

WWJD

 

 

 

 

 

For a Klondike bar?

Dude, I didn't get a chance 2 say this before but here it is:

 

You are my idol! I was laughing so hard I swallowed my tounge.

 

 

 

 

Nice story also. ;D

 

 

 

Woo hoo