Note: Me back!!! I had trouble with my server and it wouldn't let me into this site. FUCK YOU, COMPUTER!!!!! Yes I do have a very bad mouth on me. Me bad. Very baaaaad. I slap myself! *SLAP* Aaah!! Damn! I hit hard!! My face! Mah face! The paaain... OK. That's done and over with. Also...PLEASE DON'T THREATEN ME LIFE ANYMORE!!! I dets very paranoid. *Shifty eyes* Gasp!! The CIA found me!!! I leave!!!
Disclaimer: Dis here is a disclaimer. I diclaim my claim over the free parking. Take the goddamn money!! Also me disclaim the contents of this page.
Summary: It be Fillerbunny and a deadly remote!! Wow!! SQUIRRELS BIT MY ASS!!! MY ASSCHEEKS!!
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The Remote of Death
Commercial 9:
You turn of the TV box thingy and what do you see? A PINK RABBIT!!! THE HORROR!! PINK!!! Oddly he looks like those marshmallow bunnies that are sold around Easter. Anyway, you watch!
"Hiya everybody! I'm Fillerbunny! The gentically engineered bunny rabbit created for your entertainment!! And I wish for the ever blessed sleep of death! Yay! I'm here to get you to buy THIS!! *booming voice* A REMOTE OF DEATH!!! Dun dun duuuun!!" He whips out a big black remote. It has a big, shiny red button on it.
"All you have to do is press the red button and witness the results. I demostrate!" A little Filler sized TV magically appears and a monkee is on it. He points the remote at the TV and presses the red button.
BOOM!! Splap!! Monkee parts are all over the TV! Ha ha!
"To receiver your death remote, please call 1-500-555-111-5 and place your order today!" He claps his little nubby paws together. "Am i done now? Can I go kill myself now? What?! What do you mean that I can't leave yet! I did what you want. Just let me diiiiieeee!!'' ZZZZZZZTTTT! He got zapped by a cattle prod. Hee hee. "Uh...Okay. I'll do a dance." He does some kind of sickly woozy dance.
You get very irritated by this horrible dancing and you call up that long number. Then suddenly your remote magically appears on your lap! Gasp!! Those fuckin' lawn gnomes are back!! I must kill them!! (Pulls out Ghostbuster like gun) You're gonna die!!!! HA ha ha hahhhh!
Feeling very irritated, you point the remote at the TV and press the red button. BOOM!!! SPLAT!! The bunny be no more!! All his bunny parts are all over the TV screen and you smile in delight. SICK MOTHERFUCKER YOU ARE!!!
THE BUNNY *WILL* GET HIS REVENGE!!!
End
I forgot who gave me this idea but here it is. Commercial #9!! Be happy! Feeling tired right now. Going to go put my head in the toilet and drown in dooky water. Bye. Sweet blessed death here I come!!!
Disclaimer: Dis here is a disclaimer. I diclaim my claim over the free parking. Take the goddamn money!! Also me disclaim the contents of this page.
Summary: It be Fillerbunny and a deadly remote!! Wow!! SQUIRRELS BIT MY ASS!!! MY ASSCHEEKS!!
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The Remote of Death
Commercial 9:
You turn of the TV box thingy and what do you see? A PINK RABBIT!!! THE HORROR!! PINK!!! Oddly he looks like those marshmallow bunnies that are sold around Easter. Anyway, you watch!
"Hiya everybody! I'm Fillerbunny! The gentically engineered bunny rabbit created for your entertainment!! And I wish for the ever blessed sleep of death! Yay! I'm here to get you to buy THIS!! *booming voice* A REMOTE OF DEATH!!! Dun dun duuuun!!" He whips out a big black remote. It has a big, shiny red button on it.
"All you have to do is press the red button and witness the results. I demostrate!" A little Filler sized TV magically appears and a monkee is on it. He points the remote at the TV and presses the red button.
BOOM!! Splap!! Monkee parts are all over the TV! Ha ha!
"To receiver your death remote, please call 1-500-555-111-5 and place your order today!" He claps his little nubby paws together. "Am i done now? Can I go kill myself now? What?! What do you mean that I can't leave yet! I did what you want. Just let me diiiiieeee!!'' ZZZZZZZTTTT! He got zapped by a cattle prod. Hee hee. "Uh...Okay. I'll do a dance." He does some kind of sickly woozy dance.
You get very irritated by this horrible dancing and you call up that long number. Then suddenly your remote magically appears on your lap! Gasp!! Those fuckin' lawn gnomes are back!! I must kill them!! (Pulls out Ghostbuster like gun) You're gonna die!!!! HA ha ha hahhhh!
Feeling very irritated, you point the remote at the TV and press the red button. BOOM!!! SPLAT!! The bunny be no more!! All his bunny parts are all over the TV screen and you smile in delight. SICK MOTHERFUCKER YOU ARE!!!
THE BUNNY *WILL* GET HIS REVENGE!!!
End
I forgot who gave me this idea but here it is. Commercial #9!! Be happy! Feeling tired right now. Going to go put my head in the toilet and drown in dooky water. Bye. Sweet blessed death here I come!!!
