GFCat

Vanilla Coke, hands down.

Begin trainer battle, proceed to rek face

A week or so ago. After watching Shingeki no Kyojin I fell in love with Jean's haircut, so I wear that now. When was the last time you got in a fight?

A randomly thrown butterfly knife kills Glory in the face.

GFCat reprograms the animatronic figurines to kill Foxy

I would be so overwhelmed by Tripp's profundities that my head would implode.

You chose the one weapon I'm immune to! The spade shatters and the metal fragment lodges in Tripp's brain.

No, not the book! It buuuuuuurrrns!

Since he's already dead, GFCat shovels Tripp's remains into the trash.

Appear from under the pillow holding turkey sub, slap everyone with it and then run shouting, "My name is Ellen Degeneras, have a scissor fight with me!"

Leo should have won that Oscar 2014 in my pants

I once went through an asexual phase briefly, during which I felt much of what a lot of others say. But of all things ever said on the topic, this is probably one of the greatest: "On second thoughts, let's not call it being 'asexual'. That feels a wee bit pretentious. 'Celibate' will do. I can still see the appeal of emptying one's grubby little speed bag, I'm just lost on why it's so important that you catch the residue in another person's organic waste paper basket. But having made the decision to not pursue any of this sex business anymore I've discovered a strange new world I never knew existed. It's like I've eaten spam a few times from a few popular brands and in a few serving suggestions, and found I'm not really keen on spam, 'cos it's salty and slimy and looks like something you might find in the alien queen's litter box. But I've found myself in a world that's completely obsessed with spam. People spend their entire lives in pursuit of spam. Every single advert on TV sells their product by placing it alongside spam. Movies have to work in at least one spam scene to reach the broadest audience. People break up and get divorced because they don't exchange enough spam. Soldiers are given time out to go have some spam. Low-risk prisoners are given spam visiting rights. People die for spam. Entire economies have been based around spam. Selling spam is the world's oldest profession. The lack of spam has been linked to mental disorders. The only thing getting teenagers through difficult puberty is the thought of one day getting to have spam of their very own. And when I explain to people that I'm not that into spam they tell me I must be some kind of hopeless cissy girl, or that I just haven't found the right spam yet. It feels like when a theist says "I'll pray for you." Or when a parent of some hideous mewling womb dropping says "You'll understand when you have one of your own." Quite infuriating. It's just tinned meat, guys. But on the other hand, as a white middle-class anglo-saxon male between the ages of 18 and 35, it's fun to be in a minority for once. Finally I've got my very own thing I can get offended at. This must be why gay chaps always seem to be having such a good time." -Game Critic / Comedian Ben "Yahtzee" Croshaw What are your thoughts on this? I know you guys are a highly sexual bunch, but it's still fun to briefly share opinions on what other people think.

I would ignore the rules and walk in without it anyways.

I have someone else's pants in my pants.

Nota was slammed by said horse's cock so hard it broke his neck.

We're running out of ideas in my pants.

I would stand across the street, observing through my 8x Binoculars.

What should be a knock away? Computer Mouses you don't intend on using correctly.

What's the saddest part of many a story? Shrek's onions.

Straight out of Lonely Island. "Dick in a Box."

DraGonIZeD~GloRY Is buried under a mountain of Foxy's Fortune cookies.

Killing Floor in my pants

Space Jam... in my pants

The backlash causes DraGonIZed~GloRY to blow themself up.

I would save you from the yaoists so sempai could notice me.