Let us start the story with a man. This man was your ordinary every day man. He did everyday ordinary things. This man’s name was Clutch Butthole.
TO BE COMPLETELY HONEST
THERE WAS NOTHING ORDINARY
ABOUT THIS MAN
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Clutch was what someone might call a superhero. He accomplished amazing feats, he saved the world from total annihilation on a hourly basis. Everyone loved Clutch. He was the coolest guy around. His attire was composed of his blue and green suit, his aviator sunglasses, and, of course, his ponytail. Well let me get to the story.
It was the noon of June, and Clutch was taking his daily stroll up the side of the empire state building, while brushing his teeth, lifting a 2 ton triceratops, and eating a biscuit. As always a crowd of adoring fans gathered around the building cheering “We love you Clutch Butthole!”
RULE No. 1
EVERYONE
LOVES
CLUTCH
BUTTHOLE
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EVERYONE
At the sound of the cheering Clutch leaped into action. He did this by jumping off of the empire state building, on fire, through a window, swinging on a ceiling fan, growing a ponytail, and round house kicking the triceratops in the eyebrow. When he landed on the ground he posed, punched the mayor in the left appendix. The Mayor proceeded to explode. The crowd proceeded to cheer. The Mayor then awarded Clutch with a medal to commend him for his courageous deed.
Later while Clutch was busy wifein’ in the club, a man asked Clutch to give him twenty dollars. Clutch threw him. There was music in the back ground, this music was called Dub-step. This music did not have enough bass to satisfy Clutch’s needs. The club was like a wasteland, no one was dancing. All of a sudden the whole club erupts into a dance party. The bass was that of an explosion. It was the most beautiful thing in the world. It turns out that Clutch had farted into the microphone. Thus forth, Clutch-Step was the national anthem.
Clutch leaves his house to go to the Home Depot, he gets in his car, he forgot his car. He crashes through the house in his car. Gets out of the car and gets in his car. He walks to the Home Depot. While he is there, he sees himself in a mirror. He is stunned by this impersonator. He punches the mirror directly in the face. The reflection catches Clutches fist and punches him in the face instead.
Clutch is sad.
Clutch slips in his own tears. He gets his ponytail wet. He kayaks to the sun to dry off his hair. It is hot. Clutch coughs, and causes a super nova.
2012.
WORLD ENDS
BECAUSE
OF
CLUTCH
I have this problem. If they leave while i am talking to them i usually will follow them. And when they get mad then I will follow them and force them to listen to me. Idk. Really the only way, other than ignoring them, to deal with it...
Didn't have a girlfriend untill last year. I'm 16 right now. Trust me. Getting a girlfriend at the age of 12 is pointless. It is also a lot better when you are older. I've had the same girlfriend for 9 months now. So just listen to us. If you are asking for advice, and then not listening to it, then this thread is pointless.
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My god, if i looked like that, i would probably kill myself...
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^ This makes me sad...
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Eh... I've definately seen creepier... But eh. Kinda reminds me of the Holocaust victims...
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I watched the full thing. I didn't find it creepy. Just an extreamly mal-nurished woman with a big head and a lot of makeup...
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Before i do so, can you please give me a brief description on what I am about to be viewing?
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May 11, 2011
Disrupted Prose
Let us start the story with a man. This man was your ordinary every day man. He did everyday ordinary things. This man’s name was Clutch Butthole.
TO BE COMPLETELY HONEST
THERE WAS NOTHING ORDINARY
ABOUT THIS MAN
AT
ALL
Clutch was what someone might call a superhero. He accomplished amazing feats, he saved the world from total annihilation on a hourly basis. Everyone loved Clutch. He was the coolest guy around. His attire was composed of his blue and green suit, his aviator sunglasses, and, of course, his ponytail. Well let me get to the story.
It was the noon of June, and Clutch was taking his daily stroll up the side of the empire state building, while brushing his teeth, lifting a 2 ton triceratops, and eating a biscuit. As always a crowd of adoring fans gathered around the building cheering “We love you Clutch Butthole!”
RULE No. 1
EVERYONE
LOVES
CLUTCH
BUTTHOLE
…
EVERYONE
At the sound of the cheering Clutch leaped into action. He did this by jumping off of the empire state building, on fire, through a window, swinging on a ceiling fan, growing a ponytail, and round house kicking the triceratops in the eyebrow. When he landed on the ground he posed, punched the mayor in the left appendix. The Mayor proceeded to explode. The crowd proceeded to cheer. The Mayor then awarded Clutch with a medal to commend him for his courageous deed.
Later while Clutch was busy wifein’ in the club, a man asked Clutch to give him twenty dollars. Clutch threw him. There was music in the back ground, this music was called Dub-step. This music did not have enough bass to satisfy Clutch’s needs. The club was like a wasteland, no one was dancing. All of a sudden the whole club erupts into a dance party. The bass was that of an explosion. It was the most beautiful thing in the world. It turns out that Clutch had farted into the microphone. Thus forth, Clutch-Step was the national anthem.
Clutch leaves his house to go to the Home Depot, he gets in his car, he forgot his car. He crashes through the house in his car. Gets out of the car and gets in his car. He walks to the Home Depot. While he is there, he sees himself in a mirror. He is stunned by this impersonator. He punches the mirror directly in the face. The reflection catches Clutches fist and punches him in the face instead.
Clutch is sad.
Clutch slips in his own tears. He gets his ponytail wet. He kayaks to the sun to dry off his hair. It is hot. Clutch coughs, and causes a super nova.
2012.
WORLD ENDS
BECAUSE
OF
CLUTCH
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Thats exactly what I thought. Lol
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well THERES your problem!
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