"I see trolls online, bitchy mods too.Have no sense of grammar, and will piss you off too. And I type to myself... What a wonderful troll. I see low sense of humour, low self esteem, Try to pirate games, right off of Steam. And I type to myself... What a wonderful troll. Talk about about double rainbows, they'll assume you are gay. Type right out, wanna make you cry. I see mods banning them left and right, And trolls wanna scream in their ear and say "Fuck you" They hear 10 year olds cryin', that's what they assume, Go on Trollpasta, and make fun of you. And I type to myself... They'll make fun of that too. Ya, I type to myself troll, Fuck You. ~ Loltroll466 left the chat. ~ Oh yeah."
Song by: SpicyHandofMarriage
Originally by: Louis Armstrong
Our Other Theme Song
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Here's a REAL fanfic (it's Kirby btw, get prepared to have your childhood destroyed)
It was a very sunny, happy day in Dreamland. Like always, Kirby was walking around Dreamland, eating evil, or even helpless and harmless peeps. Kirby walked to find King Dedede's house. "Hey, we haven't talked to each other in a while, so how 'bout it?" Kirby said to himself. He used his mask to knock on his door. He then waited for a response. The door opened. "Kiiiiirby!!!" exclaimed the King. "Come in, you arrived just in time! I have hot chocolate ready! "Oh boy!" said Kirby. "I'm thirsty!" While walking into his house, he noticed an inflated sex doll on the counter. "OH! I-ignore that! That, is... um... my friend's doll! Heheh."
In the years since I stopped watching television I've never forgotten the Teletubbies. Something there hung with me. A foreboding. Something that the digitally enhanced colors, lilty childlike music and fluffy, impish dancing couldn't wipe away. Something dark. Darker than most expect.
And no, I'm not haunted by the alleged "liberal agenda" of the show. I don’t care that a bunch of right wing folks feel threatened by some puffy, dancing TV people. No, it was something else that I couldn’t put my finger on. What was it that resonated so deep in the core of me about Tinky Winky, Dipsy, Lala and Po?