:sneaky:The paragraph on page 1:D

Chris Fartin thing

:dance:Transformers 2??:heart: loved the first one:D

I'm too lazy to read all :P So I don't understand what is this thread about !

:lol:slapping someguy from Oasis

Oh, man, Transformers 2 was the shit! Probably the most explosions I've seen in any one film. Michael Bay has to be the greatest director. Those robots moved so fast, man, I couldn't even see what was going on!

 

Now check this picture:

 

 

Pretty sweet, huh? Now, when you see this picture, what do you think? Tell me. What do you naturally deduce from this shot?

 

That's right. A chick like that does NOT listen to frickin' Coldplay.

 

Understand. If she was looking for a guy, she would not want some Coldplay-listening fag in her life. She'd be riding on back of my bike, blasting out some Kid Rock n' shit.

 

Now, I don't mean to be harsh, but my dislike of Coldplay fans goes way back. I used to wail on Coldplay fans all the time. My brothers, Chase and Harvey, they were in on it too. One time, when Harvey had gone in the army to fight the terrorists, me and Chase hunted down some Coldplay-loving fags. We chased them all round town. They were nearly cryin', whimpering out for Chris Martin to come and save 'em. Well, we caught up with them pretty sweet. My fists were clenchin', my adrenaline pumping and I yelled out sweet, mocking obscenities, so they would know what fate had in store. Chase went and caught one on his own, and while he wailed on him, I went in pursuit of the other. I chased him past the cinema and down the back of the K-mart where the bins are all laid out. I nearly had the sucker, when what happened? He quit running. He didn't turn to face me like a man, but simply bent down, showing me his ass. He waited. He farted.

 

"Confidence in you,

Is confidence in me,

Is confidence in high speed

 

Can anybody stop this thing?

Before my head explodes,

Before my head starts to ring"

 

Man, the air was so rotton and pungent, it knocked me straight out. I was in the goddamn hospital for six days. Six frickin' days! My family were distraught. They wept at my bedside. Soon, my mother, Irene, in desperation she called up my brother. Harvey was just returning from his tour of I-raq and was still in the mood for bustin' heads. Well, Harvey found the fag that did it, busted him all the hell up, then set about busting the head of every Coldplay fan in the vicinity. It was like Grand Theft Auto: Fag City. He broke teeth, he broke noses, and when he was done, he ripped the shoulder-button things off of their military jackets and kept them as souvenirs. Them Coldplay-loving fags ain't got no military training like my brother Harvey. Well, word got around town - Nobody fucks with Harvey Parmesan. That's my brother. Now, life is sweet. I get laid every night with a different chick. They find out I'm Harvey's brother and the panties just drop.

 

Second call-out to the Coldplay-loving ladies here. Drop all this shit. I'll show you how to live. Look me up. I'm Brian Parmesan.

 

You, Sir, should write a book. Seriously, even if you hate Coldplay to death, I just love your writing style! :lol:

 

And the part when the bloke farted in your face... EPIC AWESOMENESS, BAHAHAHAHA :laugh3:

 

 

 

 

Damn I really want to watch that film now, the trailers are so flippin' great, gah! :bomb:

I don't think it's funny :shifty:

 

Wow you still have to wait Thalia ?

:rolleyes:

I don't think it's funny :shifty:

 

Wow you still have to wait Thalia ?

 

Well for me it is kinda funny because of its retardness, I can't take such people seriously :D

 

Yeah and I still have to wait, but only 2 more days, woooOOOO :dance:

Aww yeah retardness, you can say it :dozey:

 

Not much time to wait then :nice:

Well for me it is kinda funny because of its retardness, I can't take such people seriously

 

 

Damn. You sure know how to hurt a guy.

 

First, I get praise for my penmanship and some sympathy for my hospital situation. I appreciate that. Then suddenly I'm all retardness and I can't be taken seriously. What am I, a joke around here? Man, people say that I don't treat chicks with the respect they deserve, but damn if they can't be consistent for just two seconds.

 

So listen up, y'all, and you'll hear some truth that don't come out too much. Chicks want to be with me. That's a fact. When I walk down the street to buy a cola with my shirt off, or I'm cruising down Main with the hood down and my buds in the back, the ladies see and they can't help but stare. Their heads swivel around to my direction, their eyes fix on my sweet, hard bod and their hips begin to gyrate without their knowledge. I call that the Brian Parmesan Effect. That shit is real and it earns me my rep. Every chick wants to be with me. It's practically a law in this town. But don't take that for all that I am. I know the truth. When I'm laying with a chick, I know she don't want me for who I am. She don't wanna know me as a person, or talk about my interests or what I feel inside. She'll never see the times when I cry or when I'm punching the walls to get my anger out. She just gets to be the town princess for a night, getting the glory at school the next day and being the envy of her cheerleader friends. But she don't know the real me. She don't even wanna know. It's just the prestige, as they call it. This shit is real, homez. It's lonely being Brian Parmesan.

 

I'm gonna go wail on some fags now.

It's lonely being Brian Parmesan.

 

Awwww :wacky:

 

Maybe you want to get a group hug then? :lol: Just to make sure I'll put my armor on :D

 

I'd love to psychologically analyse what you just said with your last post, but my english skills are too bad.:shame:

 

Edit: Oh and while you're wailing some fags now, could you please do that also to a guy names Satriani? Would be very nice from you! :D

 

Edit: Oh and while you're wailing some fags now, could you please do that also to a guy names Satriani? Would be very nice from you! :D

 

 

Yeah, baby, I'll take care of that shit. Way I see it, a turd of a song is a turd of a song, it don't matter who wrote it. You don't need a courtroom to decide that. They should all be hiding their heads in embarrassment.

 

Hear this. My fists are clenchin' and indiscriminate. I'll ram that guitar so far up his ass, he'll be playing a 12-hour solo in his lower intestine. It's all game. Wimp-ass limeys or bald, fretwanking douchebags. All the same to Brian Parmesan.

I think I may love you :blush:

Your choose your words in a very artistic way :wacky:

I think I may love you :blush:

Your choose your words in a very artistic way :wacky:

 

 

Aw, shucks, baby! There's enough Brian Parmesan to go around.

Teheh :D

 

:heart:

Fartin?.. Uhh.. win? :wtf:

I WANT THIS GUY BACK!!! :bigcry::bigcry: He was so awesome :wacky:

This is the greatest thread I have ever seen.

HE WUZ YOUR BOYFRIEN OLOLOLOLO :awesome:

I read all, I am not alone, I don't understand and with my bad language :wtf:

 

and what .. this fucking tread ?

 

well nobody wants english farmers fades, or ugly but less stupids, there are more and alone :dozey:

 

and the men so concentrated about this beautiful girls but stupids in magasines ?

 

 

 

I hope an parody

Shouldn't it be a parody instead of an?

No, she hopes an parody

Oh, man, Transformers 2 was the shit! Probably the most explosions I've seen in any one film. Michael Bay has to be the greatest director. Those robots moved so fast, man, I couldn't even see what was going on!

 

Now check this picture:

 

 

Pretty sweet, huh? Now, when you see this picture, what do you think? Tell me. What do you naturally deduce from this shot?

 

That's right. A chick like that does NOT listen to frickin' Coldplay.

 

Understand. If she was looking for a guy, she would not want some Coldplay-listening fag in her life. She'd be riding on back of my bike, blasting out some Kid Rock n' shit.

 

Now, I don't mean to be harsh, but my dislike of Coldplay fans goes way back. I used to wail on Coldplay fans all the time. My brothers, Chase and Harvey, they were in on it too. One time, when Harvey had gone in the army to fight the terrorists, me and Chase hunted down some Coldplay-loving fags. We chased them all round town. They were nearly cryin', whimpering out for Chris Martin to come and save 'em. Well, we caught up with them pretty sweet. My fists were clenchin', my adrenaline pumping and I yelled out sweet, mocking obscenities, so they would know what fate had in store. Chase went and caught one on his own, and while he wailed on him, I went in pursuit of the other. I chased him past the cinema and down the back of the K-mart where the bins are all laid out. I nearly had the sucker, when what happened? He quit running. He didn't turn to face me like a man, but simply bent down, showing me his ass. He waited. He farted.

 

"Confidence in you,

Is confidence in me,

Is confidence in high speed

 

Can anybody stop this thing?

Before my head explodes,

Before my head starts to ring"

 

Man, the air was so rotton and pungent, it knocked me straight out. I was in the goddamn hospital for six days. Six frickin' days! My family were distraught. They wept at my bedside. Soon, my mother, Irene, in desperation she called up my brother. Harvey was just returning from his tour of I-raq and was still in the mood for bustin' heads. Well, Harvey found the fag that did it, busted him all the hell up, then set about busting the head of every Coldplay fan in the vicinity. It was like Grand Theft Auto: Fag City. He broke teeth, he broke noses, and when he was done, he ripped the shoulder-button things off of their military jackets and kept them as souvenirs. Them Coldplay-loving fags ain't got no military training like my brother Harvey. Well, word got around town - Nobody fucks with Harvey Parmesan. That's my brother. Now, life is sweet. I get laid every night with a different chick. They find out I'm Harvey's brother and the panties just drop.

 

Second call-out to the Coldplay-loving ladies here. Drop all this shit. I'll show you how to live. Look me up. I'm Brian Parmesan.

^

I tried to look you up and couldnt sift through all the various people named Brian Parmesan on jar-headhillybilly-musicellitist.com(your last name is a type of cheese and your calling coldplayers fags?

 

anyways

so I typed in "Complete douchebag" on facebook and Lo and behold! there you were... between Kid Rock and Alan Mc Gee

but see, us coldplaying girls like hot guys with brains... (hence the love of coldplay)... so i didnt add you

... t w @t.

 

Oh and Megan Fox.... a stupid fake plastic bitch who cant act to save her life

 

I don't get it. this isn't funny :thinking:

+1

Hear ye, hear ye! Fart jokes stopped being funny when you were 10!

+100

 

 

 

 

....is this thread suposed to be funny or something or does "Chris Fatrin" feel like demonstrating the effects of sniffing too many sharpies as a child?

Haha Farts :blank: