(psst, this is a cats milly sample)
I don't care if they model, bet they all goin' chill/
First mare to cook base on a Foreman grill/
Rarity pony shit
DONT DATE ROBOTS!!!
tfw u give ur staff an ultimatum and 75% of them take it
BUY MY PORN MUSIC ALBUM PLZ
https://free-zebras-and-black-power.bandcamp.com/album/madame-dianes-boudoir
The main reason that your computer displays this error is that you did not activate your OHC license after the trial period.
You can also receive this error because the license of OHC operating system that you are using is expired or blocked.
Also, if you share your OHC license to other people, like friends or family members, Starla could block your license due to use in multiple computer usage or attempts to activate the same license too many times.
If you see this error on your OHC computer, this article will show you how to fix it.
*YAY* Happy Days are here again!
SCP-62162 A takes the form of a masked, pink equine roughly the height of a fully grown adult. The entity most often reveals itself to distraught children who for whatever reason, cannot celebrate a birthday party, or other major events of that nature. Though initially considered safe, after the discovery of an instance of SCP-62162 A 1, it has been reclassified as Keter. Due to the ease of luring the entity out, the information contained within is considered a class 3 cognitohazard. All testing on SCP-62162 A is suspended pending a review from the 04 council.
nothing to see here
\_(ツ)_/
rest in power
yes charlie brown its a #BlackLivesMatter entry
the way of the intercepting hoof
To be fair, you have to have a very high IQ to understand One Hour Compo. The humour is extremely subtle, and without a solid grasp of theoretical physics most of the jokes will go over a typical viewer's head. There's also Starla's nihilistic outlook, which is deftly woven into her characterisation - her personal philosophy draws heavily from Narodnaya Volya literature, for instance. The fans understand this stuff; they have the intellectual capacity to truly appreciate the depths of these jokes, to realize that they're not just funny- they say something deep about LIFE. As a consequence people who dislike One Hour Compo truly ARE idiots- of course they wouldn't appreciate, for instance, the humour in Rick's existencial catchphrase "Wubba Lubba Dub Dub," which itself is a cryptic reference to Turgenev's Russian epic Fathers and Sons I'm smirking right now just imagining one of those addlepated simpletons scratching their heads in confusion as Dan Harmon's genius unfolds itself on their television screens. What fools... how I pity them. 😂 And yes by the way, I DO have a One Hour Compo tattoo. And no, you cannot see it. It's for the ladies' eyes only- And even they have to demonstrate that they're within 5 IQ points of my own (preferably lower) beforehand.
yeah me and a horse friend bounced drum breaks and found audio from pony conventions back and forth until this eventually happened
FEAR AND PONY IN SEATTLE COMING SOON
Got some shit off my chest lol
https://pinkamenaparty.bandcamp.com/album/incohesive-horse-adhesive
who could have guessed that THE GREATER EVIL came with some downsides
idiots
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
life
what the fuck
i feel like shit, get off my back you fuckngiga
All Rights Reserved.
Blame Sci, he brought me here, its all his fault.
MAKE OHC GREAT AGAIN, SIEG HEIL, WE MUST SECURE THE EXISTENCE OF OUR PEOPLE AND A FUTURE FOR WHITE CHILDREN.
Also, it has NO lights, so its extremely dangerous at night. :\
(live from AM sportstalk radio)
Success starts with Unity. Unity of family, community, nation and race.
Vote for it or you're racist.
The End
http://soundsfromsci.bandcamp.com/album/a-brief-study-of-science-festivals
I WAS PAID TO DO THIS, SCI IS INFLUENCING OHC WITH PAYOLA/PLUGOLA
selda bagcan sample and drums The Alchemist used on a "Stay Dope" off Albert Einstein
and yea partybot is isolationist
what's beef, beef is when yo moms ain't safe up in the skype
- Surat Al-Baqarah 2:187
DON'T VOTE 4 ME OR U COMPROMISE THE INTEGRITY OF OHC AND NOBODY GETS TO GO INTO THE OHC HALL OF FAME, DDRKIRBY TOOK STEROIDS
sigh
in that spirit i rushed some shit and i still feel like i spent 15 longer than i really had to
now if you'll excuse me, I have marijuana, fast food, and Max Payne 3 to attend to.
#GOTTAGOFAST
the prophecy was really about sci
NEW JERSEY REPRESENT
Something must've changed me, niggaz might defame me
But things that used to taint me, no longer seem to restrain me
Strangely, I'm no longer sad, mad or angry
Shameably it pains me, feelin like it just ain't me
Mainly, what do I tell all the people that thanked me?
Namely, those who ordain me, aside from "can you blame me?"
Motivation the game was supplyin me, it's no longer providin me
Jayson Williams somethin killed whatever was drivin me
Worryin less about the past, more about the now (the now ...)
Less about what I'm goin through, more about the how (the how ...)
It's for certain, for 30 years bein fit for hurdlin
Now I'm a different person, with nothin to overcome and I miss the burden
For certain, got six figures in my sock drawer
And honestly, this year I expect to make a lot more
It's hard to live without a budget when life is corrupted
In a house that's so peaceful that I'm tryin to disrupt it
Scream "fuck it!", not 'cause I have to but 'cause I love it
Which makes me as fake as the puppets that I speak of disgusted (disgusted ...)
Without a paddle up shit's creek
Dig deep and see it ain't life, it's just me (me ...)
So be warned as I'm puttin on like I'm reformed
Only so y'all can accept it as bein my norm
Maybe I quit workin on me, maybe I've given up
Maybe I've been lyin to myself, maybe I give a fuck (fuck ...)
[Chorus - Joe Budden]
It's enough to make you black out, pull a MAC out
Aim it at the sky while I'm runnin from the black cloud (cloud ...)
Every day we playin cat and? mouse
As I watch it hoverin over my glass house
Enough to make you spaz out, pull a MAC out
Aim it at the sky while I'm runnin from a black cloud (cloud ...)
Tired enough for me to pass out (out ...)
Tired of runnin from the black cloud (cloud ...)
[Verse 2 - Joe Budden]
I say it loud, hopin someone can hear me clearly
Tryin to make my girl get it, she don't know that it's very scary
But she's a nympho, she could be barely near me
She'll still want the God in her, I think she Mary Mary
The prettiest bitches just want to service me
While niggaz pretty as bitches wouldn't get a word from me
Some of you haven't heard from me, some of you wouldn't mind murkin me
Find that news funny like it's straight from Ron Burgundy
These niggaz ain't never seen dough
They can dream though, I bump into em in between shows
People say I'm emo, what that really mean though
Is though the songs can't breathe, I actually make it seem so
I've lost loved ones because they couldn't deal with me
Cherish whoever still with me, though the merit's been killed in me
Normally it's just me and my lonely mind
Everyone's storm is different, so this forecast is only mine
Fans recognize my misery uplifted me
Shifted me to my epitome, guess the curse is a gift to me
Maybe it's serendipity, maybe it's weighin on me physically
Maybe I should man up and tell God not to solicit me
Been medicated, meditated, sedated, hated
Character assassinated, all these years I've masqueraded
Hard headed, if it was on my mind, I had to say it
Tongue on the Devil's pitchfork to see how disaster tasted
Rap is fabricated, rappers are so exaggerated
Wouldn't be scared of the truth if they weren't castrated
Grab a Mag and spray it, surrounded by people that's suitable for me
That'll unconditionally love my beautiful ugly
Now let me speak to who I cater to
Would you love me the same if all my weeks were not favorable?
Promise to maintain bein unique but relatable
All while sufferin from a disease that can do away with you
Poetry on the beat, spoken word for the masses
Therapy over Pro Tools, every word is on acid
Consonants are on kush (kush), every vowel is blunted
Highly wanted, this whole organization privately funded
This is bigger than the Eiffel, this is alert the public
Had the coppers by our tunnels and our bridges with the rifle
Sentences meant to stifle, this is a man achin
This is the dam breakin, contraband in the makin
This is panic unveilin, got potential but I never met it
He be tryin to come over, it seem like God won't let it
Either he never got my invite or he just dismissed it
But if all I'm hearin are "Sounds of Blackness", why am I pessimistic?
You'll never progress if you'll never try (try ...)
All I ask, let every word I birth, never die (die ...)
My wings spread but when I'm at the sky
Weather didn't change like I thought and had me petrified (petrified ...)
[Chorus]
R.I.P Tony Scott
sci aka black mamba mashup shit ETC UGH
me, bitches, that's who
that's who
Who put this thing together? Me, that's who! Who do I trust? Me!
You need people like me. You need people like me so you can point your fuckin' fingers and say, "That's the bad guy." So... what that make you? Good? You're not good. You just know how to hide, how to lie. Me, I don't have that problem. Me, I always tell the truth. Even when I lie. So say good night to the bad guy! Come on. The last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again, let me tell you. Come on. Make way for the bad guy. There's a bad guy comin' through! Better get outta his way!
I never bucked anybody over in my life didn't have it coming to them. You got that? All I have in this world is my balls and my word and I don't break them for no one. Do you understand? That piece of shit up there, I never liked him, I never trusted him. For all I know he had me set up and had my friend Angel Fernandez killed. But that's history. I'm here, he's not. Do you wanna go on with me, you say it. You don't, then you make a move.
My 1st even numbered OHC! Yay! ^_^
happy birthday me
whattup resonantwaves
.....WHO WAS BLACK BTW