l0zR=)
Smash Champion
i must agree with what catfish says. Ive seen him play both games and he ***** everyone no doubt no doubt. Catfish will be in the atl representing nc come january 17th and 18th
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The New and Twice Improved NC Brocator Thread
- Thread starter Malk
- Start date
We gonna put em in that NC Catfish combo.
How'd it go BEHR?
Firefox is crazy guys. I like it.
Firefox is crazy guys. I like it.
What a wussy Catfish.
I've heard tell of real Catfish that would eat 3 of those Bats in one bite. True story.
I've heard tell of real Catfish that would eat 3 of those Bats in one bite. True story.
Dark Hart
Rejected by Azua
Yehs to both of those.
I'm workin up a good thumb blister makin sure my tech skill is great for the upcomin tournies.
Haven't seen Malk in quite a few days now.
I'm workin up a good thumb blister makin sure my tech skill is great for the upcomin tournies.
Haven't seen Malk in quite a few days now.
l0zR=)
Smash Champion
I need nc catfish chants at to4.
I'll do it. Especially when you're playin bro.
Heck, I'll do that when we're on a team vs someone lol.
Heck, I'll do that when we're on a team vs someone lol.
Zero_Gamer
Smash Master
I wanna Smash with some bros tomorrow
happy birthday to mmmees
happy birthday to mmmees
Happy birthday bro.
Foxy
Smash Master
Happy birthday, Zero!
I'll give you guys somethin to be jolly about:
Behold! Mine and my buddy's own Canterbury Tale written in Chaucerian style. Enjoy!
The ****** Monologues
General Prologue:
Warm was the sun and cool was the wind.
In the spring of Atlanta is where our tale shall begin.
Traversing the interstate, windows let down,
Were three unlikely citizens in an Escalade brown.
Their journey was long, to the infirmary they rode,
With T, Pain and Jeezy bumpin’, in the latest mode.
Here our tale takes a brief repose,
For measures must be taken to tell of those
Who were on this journey in search of aid,
For the various ailments that they had.
A young mortician held the reigns,
A “healthy” fellow, he proclaims.
Black was his suit amd tightly it gripped,
The car did not know of the wind he had ripped.
His golden locks glistened, filled with sweat.
He reeked of sausage, ***** I bet.
He adored his profession, and worked a late hour.
After which he often needed a hot shower.
On his way he was to pick up a fresh one,
To take to his office, for there was work to be done.
A doctor rode shotgun, his favorite position,
A well-practiced amd forward obstetrician.
Gripped firmly in his womanly hands,
Perfect for exploring treacherous lands,
Was the New Testament, a letter from Revelations,
While he dreamed about the day’s new fornications.
A wisp of a fellow, shallow and thin.
Blemish-free and pale, he was free from sin.
It took only a bit of sun without proper protection
To redden, not darken, his shameful complexion.
Always before entrance he would quote a Psalm,
While amniotic fluid collected in his palm.
He was a proper giner I guess.
The final person in our unusual trio
Is a shapely working girl by the name of Theo.
She wore those Apple-Bottom jeans, and the boots with the fur.
She had the other two looking at her.
A delightful odor of vanilla and herring,
The exposure of her breasts made the stench quite bearing.
That is to say they were fairly busty.
Enough so to make a man want to thrusty.
A mole on the left would catch a lover’s eye.
A perfect match to the one on her thigh.
Smooth were the twins, as much so as silk,
A slip of the nip may ejaculate fresh milk.
But I dugress from her epic proportions,
On her way she was to get an abortion.
Our journey continues in awkward stillness,
As the three rode on to the place of illness.
The cause of the silence was easy to see,
For the price was triple for fun with three.
Time enough for only one go,
The two doctors must decide who bags the hoe. (Tea Bags)
An agreement was made between the men.
If the mortician were to laugh the other would win.
The hooker readied herself for her fancy’s tickling,
To be bent over, slapped, and have a good hot *******.
The Obstetrician’s Tale:
Prologue:
“I know a tale that will leave you in stitches,
It is the birth of ‘ol David Copperfield *****es.
My tale begins in a local meth lab,
On the corner I believe of Lafayette and Decalb.
It tells of the struggles of a widow expecting,
Without further ado I shall begin directing.”
Obstetrician’s Tale:
‘Twas little before midnight in old Ramblewood,
A young girl was cooking, flowing on the good.
A fresh batch o’ crystals was in the making,
The quality of which was indeed quite breathtaking.
Glistening from the glow of the neon Miller light (forgive the pun),
She had no idea what would happen that night.
A light grazing from her swollen baby cave
On a pot in which the meth was being made.
Such a small act caused a great KABOOM!
She nary had time to exclaim “oh ****, my meth!” ‘fore she flew across the room.
The noise was heard by hoodrats near and far,
As they all watched powdered crystals sprinkle their cars.
Like children they were with tongues stretched out,
Thinking Christmas came early with meth in their mouth.
Dale Earndhart arrived with an ambulance ready,
Hoping for no right turns lest he DIE!!!!
To the E.R. they rushed for she was in labor.
Her juices had soaked through yesterday’s paper.
After hours of pushing and sifting through powder,
‘Twas finally time to pull the baby from her clam chowder.
But it wasn’t a baby that sprang from the womb,
But instead a white rabbit with a lone red balloon.
The obstetrician in awe with her mouth agape,
Watched the balloon burst open and several doves escape.
But the trick was not over, time for the grand finale;
The ham wallet did explode with a great KAPOWEE!
And once the smoke drifted from the room’s open winda’,
Out came David Copperfield dribbling the placenta.
Tale End (get it?)
OBGYN: “My tale is now over did you find it in good fun?
May I now take the hooker and make my ******* son?”
“Not so fast!” cried the mortician, “you are not yet through,
I have only one question: what the ****’s wrong with you?!
You can have the dumb skank, I’ll find another.
Besides my friend, there is always your mother.
She won’t be much fun, I believe she’s passed out.”
“At least,” said the OBGYN,” if it hurts she won’t shout.”
“Right you are, now do your dirty dance.”
“By the way, I just jizzed in my pants.”
Behold! Mine and my buddy's own Canterbury Tale written in Chaucerian style. Enjoy!
The ****** Monologues
General Prologue:
Warm was the sun and cool was the wind.
In the spring of Atlanta is where our tale shall begin.
Traversing the interstate, windows let down,
Were three unlikely citizens in an Escalade brown.
Their journey was long, to the infirmary they rode,
With T, Pain and Jeezy bumpin’, in the latest mode.
Here our tale takes a brief repose,
For measures must be taken to tell of those
Who were on this journey in search of aid,
For the various ailments that they had.
A young mortician held the reigns,
A “healthy” fellow, he proclaims.
Black was his suit amd tightly it gripped,
The car did not know of the wind he had ripped.
His golden locks glistened, filled with sweat.
He reeked of sausage, ***** I bet.
He adored his profession, and worked a late hour.
After which he often needed a hot shower.
On his way he was to pick up a fresh one,
To take to his office, for there was work to be done.
A doctor rode shotgun, his favorite position,
A well-practiced amd forward obstetrician.
Gripped firmly in his womanly hands,
Perfect for exploring treacherous lands,
Was the New Testament, a letter from Revelations,
While he dreamed about the day’s new fornications.
A wisp of a fellow, shallow and thin.
Blemish-free and pale, he was free from sin.
It took only a bit of sun without proper protection
To redden, not darken, his shameful complexion.
Always before entrance he would quote a Psalm,
While amniotic fluid collected in his palm.
He was a proper giner I guess.
The final person in our unusual trio
Is a shapely working girl by the name of Theo.
She wore those Apple-Bottom jeans, and the boots with the fur.
She had the other two looking at her.
A delightful odor of vanilla and herring,
The exposure of her breasts made the stench quite bearing.
That is to say they were fairly busty.
Enough so to make a man want to thrusty.
A mole on the left would catch a lover’s eye.
A perfect match to the one on her thigh.
Smooth were the twins, as much so as silk,
A slip of the nip may ejaculate fresh milk.
But I dugress from her epic proportions,
On her way she was to get an abortion.
Our journey continues in awkward stillness,
As the three rode on to the place of illness.
The cause of the silence was easy to see,
For the price was triple for fun with three.
Time enough for only one go,
The two doctors must decide who bags the hoe. (Tea Bags)
An agreement was made between the men.
If the mortician were to laugh the other would win.
The hooker readied herself for her fancy’s tickling,
To be bent over, slapped, and have a good hot *******.
The Obstetrician’s Tale:
Prologue:
“I know a tale that will leave you in stitches,
It is the birth of ‘ol David Copperfield *****es.
My tale begins in a local meth lab,
On the corner I believe of Lafayette and Decalb.
It tells of the struggles of a widow expecting,
Without further ado I shall begin directing.”
Obstetrician’s Tale:
‘Twas little before midnight in old Ramblewood,
A young girl was cooking, flowing on the good.
A fresh batch o’ crystals was in the making,
The quality of which was indeed quite breathtaking.
Glistening from the glow of the neon Miller light (forgive the pun),
She had no idea what would happen that night.
A light grazing from her swollen baby cave
On a pot in which the meth was being made.
Such a small act caused a great KABOOM!
She nary had time to exclaim “oh ****, my meth!” ‘fore she flew across the room.
The noise was heard by hoodrats near and far,
As they all watched powdered crystals sprinkle their cars.
Like children they were with tongues stretched out,
Thinking Christmas came early with meth in their mouth.
Dale Earndhart arrived with an ambulance ready,
Hoping for no right turns lest he DIE!!!!
To the E.R. they rushed for she was in labor.
Her juices had soaked through yesterday’s paper.
After hours of pushing and sifting through powder,
‘Twas finally time to pull the baby from her clam chowder.
But it wasn’t a baby that sprang from the womb,
But instead a white rabbit with a lone red balloon.
The obstetrician in awe with her mouth agape,
Watched the balloon burst open and several doves escape.
But the trick was not over, time for the grand finale;
The ham wallet did explode with a great KAPOWEE!
And once the smoke drifted from the room’s open winda’,
Out came David Copperfield dribbling the placenta.
Tale End (get it?)
OBGYN: “My tale is now over did you find it in good fun?
May I now take the hooker and make my ******* son?”
“Not so fast!” cried the mortician, “you are not yet through,
I have only one question: what the ****’s wrong with you?!
You can have the dumb skank, I’ll find another.
Besides my friend, there is always your mother.
She won’t be much fun, I believe she’s passed out.”
“At least,” said the OBGYN,” if it hurts she won’t shout.”
“Right you are, now do your dirty dance.”
“By the way, I just jizzed in my pants.”
Dark Hart
Rejected by Azua
I gotcha, bro.
mr.fizwidget
Smash Champion
all i read was the last line....
Dark Hart
Rejected by Azua
RRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
10rage's
10rage's
Sorry you can't go to the tourney you made a thread for.
It's pretty funny though.
It's pretty funny though.
NOSTALGIC DOUBLE POST!!!!
I have no idea how often I'll do this, but I'm bored as crap right now, so look out for more reasons why NC was, and always will be too good.Tails' downB is gonna be him flyin' and droppin' a bigass turd on Dk's precious UP B.
Dusk-EX
Smash Cadet
Anyone hosting a brawl smash fest anytime soon?
stingers
Smash Obsessed
Welcome back, adrahil!
Hope you keep posting on SWF
You play Melee or Brawl? (or both?)
Hope you keep posting on SWF
You play Melee or Brawl? (or both?)
No freakin way....ancient smashers.
Brawlfest? None that I can think of....there's a tourney with some Brawl on the 24th of January in Boone though.
EDIT: finished reading through Munk's locator and PR thread............................things were good, but now they're not.
Brawlfest? None that I can think of....there's a tourney with some Brawl on the 24th of January in Boone though.
EDIT: finished reading through Munk's locator and PR thread............................things were good, but now they're not.
mr.fizwidget
Smash Champion
yo adrahil we need to play.....
i thought i knew of all the smashers in my area
i thought i knew of all the smashers in my area
KillerSOS
Smash Champion
He has been around for 3 years and has 5 posts??? HOW
Dark Hart
Rejected by Azua
What's Brawl?
Melee or Brawl (please say Melee, or both)
It's because you posted that old post.
Lol I have plenty I saved to put up at times to show NC's competitive spirit (which ***** today's competitivenesss 10 times over) back in the day.
Did you know there were two strong crews in NC back in 06?
Did you know there were two strong crews in NC back in 06?
OmniOstrich
Smash Lord
Its my birthday :D
Happy birthday Omnibro.
mr.fizwidget
Smash Champion
yo omni, ill just combine your birthday and christmas gifts
Dark Hart
Rejected by Azua
Ygo and some crew from the west or something. right?
Yeah. I learned plenty about all of it though (not just the crews). I can tell you more sometime if you want.
Dark Hart
Rejected by Azua
NC Smash History 101 With Kevin Manning. I'd like to see that.
I don't quite know enough yet. I've barely scratched the surface in some ways. I have drawn some interesting conclusions though (Stingers can vouch for this, as I talked to him about as I discovered it last night/this morning).
You busy today? I could just call you.
You busy today? I could just call you.
Dark Hart
Rejected by Azua
Call me in like an hour or something.
Malk
Smash Champion
Why don't you just get one of the originals to tell you about it?
Corey could get you from the very beginning, from the times before Malk and L0zr
Corey could get you from the very beginning, from the times before Malk and L0zr
Whups Lucas, got your message late lol.
I can't ever get time to talk to Corey about it, and on here I dunno if that's what he'd like to spend his time doing...
I can't ever get time to talk to Corey about it, and on here I dunno if that's what he'd like to spend his time doing...
Criosphinx
Smash Lord
- Joined
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- Messages
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http://www.smashboards.com/showthread.php?t=212088
I'm posting this to hype it.
NC now has no reason to not attend this.
I'm posting this to hype it.
NC now has no reason to not attend this.