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Parappa the Rapper tries body building in this hit for the whole family. Just make sure you don't fall for the smooth voiced bloke. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=88sfbXWpCHw&index=3&list=PL99BB4AB0E27FB6A8

I figured we might take a break from waiting a month for a dead meme to pop up, and instead talk about something that has been seriously bugging me as a "brony", not specifically about these forums but a large quantity I'm going to be honest, although I love the general community of this fandom, such as Mike and WoodenToaster, I often feel as if, as time has gone on, respect and general acceptance among people here is based on an elitist criteria, specifically with the arts. Dumbed down, what I'm trying to say is that I see very few people being praised or noticed for work other than visual fanart or music (although music is certainly put off a bit), and I seem to be noticing a small amount of favoritism with involvement amongst the community, based on one's skill in these fields. Granted though, these are just my personal opinions, and could just be the delusions of an outcast. Alongside this, I am constantly bothered with the PC culture amongst the fandom in general (alot of it's here, but...let's not blame anyone inparticular). Everyone is either too child-like and unwilling to speak in a slightly mature basis, stubbornly following self-set guidelines (To be honest, there are actually admins here that do this) , before you get your keyboards crusty though, let me explain what I mean by this. I am not referring to banning someone for inappropriate behaviour, I respect that there is a certain level that things need to be at, but the actual definition of what is acceptable and where is often vague, and in some cases, in threads that are completely fine with an arrangement, admins will swoop in and remove those people's post, not just one, all of them within that thread. It seems odd to me that this would be done, instead of say, just putting a certain rating on something in order to avoid certain people seeing certain things. Then again, this server belongs to you blokes, and if I want a "perfect" forum, I should probably just go and run one myself, because we all know how easy it is to run a forum. Regardless, to break the mood, have a picture of a hot Australian bloke at the beach.

Sounds sexy, I'll get right to it. Edit:In the process of getting gear together so it doesn't sound like shit... probably still will, but I'd like to do this when I have the gear, as a kind of trial thing.

Yeah, I'll admit, not only am I shit, but I'm also new, this is primarily just so I can get practice, but yeah, seems legit BTW, you mean the underwear blokes right?

So, I make stuff,and I also get bored often. So here's the deal, give me an OC, or an event, or a piece of fruit, and I'll make a thing. Don't expect singing, my voice sounds like shit, but if you have a decent voice, feel free to send files to put in it. Here's my SoundCloud, with literally one song (that is shit), but hey, who else is going to make songs about pieces of fruit? https://soundcloud.com/user-30885442 Sincerely, Faggot

Turns out, in an ironic twist, gay jokes are not accepted in a forum for men that like a young girls' television show.

Bill had been walking for a week to a year, when he saw a banner above him that caught his attention, "BangColt". Bill's eyes brightened. He'd wanted to experiment since he was... something, at some time, but had never been able to due to a complete out law on romance in the last city he had stayed in. Knowing this might be his only chance for a few more years, Bill ran forward into what he assumed was a town, anxious to find the colts.

DO IT. AND I WILL BLESS YOU WITH HAPPINESS

Hot and spicy.

Quick note, I listen to all of the bands here, and they're great, so nothing intended on them.

Step 1: Listen to; Green Day Pierce The Veil My Chemical Romance Panic!At the Disco Gorillaz Blink182 Step 2: Make a big deal of this, but refuse to accept the meaning of their lyrics. Step 3: Get hair dyed obscure colours, whilst also having black in there. Step 4: Make a Tumblr profile, and look through the website for political views. Step 5: Force these views onto your friends. Step 6: Google "Top 10 Mental Illnesses You Might Have, Number 10 Will Blow Your Mind!" Step 7: Diagnose yourself. Step 8: Buy a vape stick. Step 9: Use said stick. Step 10: Wear either vibrantly obnoxiusness branded clothing, or leather. Step 11: Kill yourself.

When looking for memes

I just can't seem to ruminate with the community.

Mochaccino?

Bill followed her, trying to be light as possible with his steps. He came close enough to whisper in her ear, and quietly said, in a nearly seductive way. "Omelette du fromage, mademoiselle." He then drew back quickly, raising himself onto his hind legs.

Bill giggled slightly, then decided to move himself from his current position, as to follow the pony that had just delivered the danishes. It would be some good banter until the sun rose. He quietly tip hoofed to the door, sneaking it open a creak to look into the hallway.

Because Moskau

Bill nodded to the guard, then stood in the middle of the room, patiently awaiting the arrival of his pastries. It seemed as if he was about to get in some pretty deep schizen, and it was important for him to be awake, not to mention he couldn't sleep...ever. Regardless, Bill stood, motionless, as if he was, well, a statue.

Bill accepted this, allowing the guard to guide him to his room, though he was disappointed that he couldn't get away with the blindfold, the guard seemed nice enough. Bill began to sing as he walked. "Moskau - fremd und geheimnisvoll, Türme aus rotem Gold, kalt wie das Eis. Moskau - doch wer dich wirklich kennt, der weiss, ein Feuer brennt in dir so heiss. Kosaken hey, hey, hey leert die Gläser! Natascha ha,ha, ha, du bist schön! Towarisch hey, hey, hey, auf das Leben! Auf dein Wohl Bruder, hey Bruder ho! Moskau, Moskau wirf die Gläser an die Wand, Russland ist ein schönes Land, ho, ho, ho, ho, hey! Moskau, Moskau, deine Seele ist so gross, nachts da ist der Teufel los, ha, ha, ha, ha, hey! Moskau, Moskau, Liebe schmeckt wie Kaviar, Mädchen sind zum Küssen da, ho, ho, ho, ho, hey! Moskau, Moskau komm wir tanzen auf dem Tisch, bis der Tisch zusammenbricht, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Moskau Tor zur Vergangenheit Spiegel der Zarenzeit Rot wie das Blut Moskau Wer deine Seele kennt der weiss die Liebe brennt heiss wie die Glut Kosaken hey, hey, hey leert die Gläser! Natascha ha,ha, ha, du bist schön! Towarisch hey, hey, hey, auf die Liebe! Auf dein Wohl Mädchen, he Mädchen ho! Moskau, Moskau wirf die Gläser an die Wand, Russland ist ein schönes Land, ho, ho, ho, ho, hey! Moskau, Moskau, deine Seele ist so gross, nachts da ist der Teufel los, ha, ha, ha, ha, hey! Moskau la la la ... Moskau Moskau la la la ... Oh ohohoh... Moskau, Moskau Moskau, Moskau Wodka trinkt man pur und kalt, das macht hundert Jahre alt, oh, oh, oh, hey! Moskau, Moskau, Väterchen dein Glas ist leer, doch im Keller ist noch mehr, ah, ah, ah! Kosaken hey, hey, hey leert die Gläser! Natascha ha,ha, ha, du bist schön! Towarisch hey, hey, hey, auf die Liebe! Auf dein Wohl Bruder, hey Bruder ho! Moskau, Moskau wirf die Gläser an die Wand, Russland ist ein schönes Land, ho, ho, ho, hey!" He continued to sing,albeit in a raspy and hideous voice, until they reached his room.

Bill nodded, but said. "One guard, one guard will take me there... with blindfold." Bill knew it was an acceptable request, if he were to be attacked, he didn't want to be out-done. The visual impairment was just for a giggle, but it made sense. Regardless, he stood staunchly, looking down the second guard he had been assigned.

Bill lowered himself, "Apple Danishes, and by the creator you better not poison them..." He stated, attempting to come across as frightening as possible puffing out his non-existent chest. He smiled slightly at the thought of the Danishes, though he could never eat, nor taste, the people of this area seemed to have an obsession with apples. Now that he thought about it, that was actually really worrying... like... addiction level worrying... Oh well, moolah is moolah.

Bill stared Celestia down, "Will stay here, on one condition..." Bill backed up, to Indicus' side. "Will recieve pile of pastries to sleep with." Bill smiled under the mask, he was fully aware of the gravity of the situation, he'd seen things like this happen many times, but if he were to take part in it, he would only be paid in the highest form of currency, baked goods.

Bill approached Molestia, the eyes of his mask flaming. He studied her face for a few seconds, before stating. "Do they know? Have they seen. Can trust you after what have seen you capable of?" This almost came out in a whisper as Bill said it, but hate was dripping off his tongue with the noise of steaming coals, almost hissing.