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amazing
i am touched really

I've got a bone to pick with fruit juice. The full truth of my conclusion I shall develop in the course of this letter but the conclusion's general outline is that any rational argument must acknowledge this. Fruit juice's hateful, detestable Ponzi schemes, naturally, do not. Certain facts are clear. For instance, I have never read anything fruit juice has written that I would consider wise, logical, pertinent, reasonable, or scientific. Its statement that we can all live together happily without laws, like the members of some 1960s-style dope-smoking commune, is no exception. What's more, it is not news that it has refused to make a public apology for its featherbrained, garrulous tactics. What speaks volumes, though, is that fruit juice has announced its intentions to introduce a zeitgeist of neocolonialism to our society. While doing so may earn fruit juice a gold star from the mush-for-brains cannibalism crowd, I am flat-out tired of its psychological bullying. I know you're wondering why I just wrote that. I'll explain shortly, but first, I should state that like a verbal magician, fruit juice knows how to lie without appearing to be lying, how to bury secrets in mountains of garbage-speak.

In fruit juice's quest to reinforce the impression that wishy-washy self-promoters-as opposed to fruit juice's trained seals-are striving to wage a clandestine guerilla war against many basic human rights fruit juice has left no destructive scheme unutilized. It's possible that fruit juice doesn't realize this because it has been ingrained with so much of cronyism's propaganda. If that's the case, I recommend that we make it answer for its wrongdoings. If we fail to build a true community of spirit and purpose based on mutual respect and caring then all of our sacrifices will be as forgotten as the sand blowing across Ozymandias's dead empire. The "decay of that colossal wreck," as the poet Shelley puts it, teaches us that our battle with fruit juice is a battle between spiritualism and antinomianism, between tradition and subversion, between the defenders of Western civilization and its enemies. With the battle lines drawn as such, it is abundantly clear that fruit juice's objectives cannot stand on their own merit. That's why they're dependent on elaborate artifices and explanatory stories to convince us that everything is happy and fine and good. Fruit juice's hirelings, who are legion, are disreputable pantywaists (literally!), yes. But the acid test for fruit juice's "kinder, gentler" new fibs should be, "Do they still fan the flames of militarism into a planet-spanning inferno?" If the answer is yes then we can conclude that if it weren't for grotty crybabies, fruit juice would have no friends.

The biggest supporters of fruit juice's hypocritical, unprincipled declamations are truculent spivs and uncompanionable, snotty con artists. A secondary class of ardent supporters consists of ladies of elastic virtue and cosmopolitan tendencies to whom such things afford a decent excuse for displaying their fascinations at their open windows. We've tolerated fruit juice's Pecksniffian warnings long enough. It's time to lose our patience and chill our kindness. It's time to comment on fruit juice's musings. It's time to shout to the world that I have observed that those who disagree with me on the next point tend to be unsophisticated and those who recognize the validity of the point to be more educated. The point is that it is pointless to fret about the damage already caused by fruit juice's delusional tracts. The past cannot be changed. We must cope with the present if we hope to affect our future and expose fruit juice's précis for what they really are.

Not to put too fine a point on it but I profess that people who work with fruit juice's cheerleaders discredit themselves. (Yes, you'd think fruit juice would see how militant and mentally deficient it appears, but that's a different story.) The dynamics of the situation are such that fruit juice's blanket statements are very much in line with presumptuous negativism in that they spawn a society in which those with the most deviant lifestyle, depraved behavior, or personal failures are given the most by the government. But there is a further-reaching implication: I've tried explaining to fruit juice's goombahs that fruit juice is a standard-bearer for the unbearable. Unfortunately, it is clear to me in talking to them that they have no comprehension of what I'm saying. I might as well be talking to creatures from Mars. In fact, I'd bet Martians would be more likely to discern that the reason fruit juice wants to hold annual private conferences in which noxious, homicidal gutter-dwellers are invited to present their "research" is that it's completely disorganized. If you believe you have another explanation for its splenetic behavior, then please write and tell me about it.

The key point here is that to say that genocide, slavery, racism, and the systematic oppression, degradation, and exploitation of most of the world's people are all entirely justified is obtuse nonsense and untrue to boot. Fruit juice is a bacillus in the possession-obsessed gut of Fabianism. In this case, one cannot help but recall that it utilizes a narrow and static view of human nature. The mere mention of that fact guarantees that this letter will never get published in any mass-circulation periodical that fruit juice has any control over. But that's inconsequential because fruit juice's threats are as predictable as sunrise. Whenever I search for solutions that are more creative and constructive than the typically narrow-minded ones championed by vindictive, hate-filled suborners of perjury, its invariant response is to gag free speech. The only way out of fruit juice's rat maze is to combat the supercilious ideology of terrorism that has infected the minds of so many petulant psychics. It's that simple.

That grape juice is a real bitch, eh?

Citrus is the new Fidel Castro.

It all started when our (former porn) star, Apple Juice, woke up in a haunted thicket. It was the fourth time it had happened. Feeling really exasperated, Apple Juice stroked a carrot, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Suddenly cheered up by the Hamtaro theme song, he realized that his beloved juicer was missing! Immediately he called his former lay, Grapefruit Juice. Apple Juice had known Grapefruit Juice for (plus or minus) 2,000 years, the majority of which were striking ones. Grapefruit Juice was unique. She was clever though sometimes a little... funny-smelling. Apple Juice called her anyway, for the situation was urgent.

Grapefruit Juice picked up to a very unhappy Apple Juice. Grapefruit Juice calmly assured him that most Indonesian devil cats grimace before mating, yet Indonesian devil cats usually sassily yawn *after* mating. She had no idea what that meant; she was only concerned with distracting Apple Juice. Why was Grapefruit Juice trying to distract Apple Juice? Because she had snuck out from Apple Juice's with the juicer only six days prior. It was a flamboyant little juicer... how could she resist?

It didn't take long before Apple Juice got back to the subject at hand: his juicer. Grapefruit Juice turned red. Relunctantly, Grapefruit Juice invited him over, assuring him they'd find the juicer. Apple Juice grabbed his canoe and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Grapefruit Juice realized that she was in trouble. She had to find a place to hide the juicer and she had to do it thoughtfully. She figured that if Apple Juice took the time machine, she had take at least eight minutes before Apple Juice would get there. But if he took the Juice Mobile? Then Grapefruit Juice would be abnormally screwed.

Before she could come up with any reasonable ideas, Grapefruit Juice was interrupted by five abrasive Oranges that were lured by her juicer. Grapefruit Juice sighed; 'Not again', she thought. Feeling displeased, she fearlessly reached for her carrot and fearlessly hit every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the disease-infested jungle, squealing with discontent. She exhaled with relief. That's when she heard the Juice Mobile rolling up. It was Apple Juice.

----o0o----

As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Seven-Eleven to pick up a 12-pack of ninja stars, so he knew he was running late. With a hasty leap, Apple Juice was out of the Juice Mobile and went exotically jaunting toward Grapefruit Juice's front door. Meanwhile inside, Grapefruit Juice was panicking. Not thinking, she tossed the juicer into a box of dull pencils and then slid the box behind her refrigerator. Grapefruit Juice was displeased but at least the juicer was concealed. The doorbell rang.

'Come in,' Grapefruit Juice flamboyantly purred. With a quick push, Apple Juice opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some annoying coke fiend in a curb-jumping ghetto sled (Impala),' he lied. 'It's fine,' Grapefruit Juice assured him. Apple Juice took a seat uncomfortably close to where Grapefruit Juice had hidden the juicer. Grapefruit Juice shuddered trying unsuccessfully to hide her nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' she blurted. But Apple Juice was distracted. Ever so extemperaneously, Grapefruit Juice noticed a oafish look on Apple Juice's face. Apple Juice slowly opened his mouth to speak.

'...What's that smell?'

Grapefruit Juice felt a stabbing pain in her taint when Apple Juice asked this. In a moment of disbelief, she realized that she had hidden the juicer right by her oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A insensitive look started to form on Apple Juice's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's ripened avocados from when she used to have pet albino cats. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Apple Juice nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Grapefruit Juice could react, Apple Juice deftly lunged toward the box and opened it. The juicer was plainly in view.

Apple Juice stared at Grapefruit Juice for what what must've been ten minutes. Giggling like schoolgirl, Grapefruit Juice groped scandalously in Apple Juice's direction, clearly desperate. Apple Juice grabbed the juicer and bolted for the door. It was locked. Grapefruit Juice let out a enchanting chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Apple Juice,' she rebuked. Grapefruit Juice always had been a little insensitive, so Apple Juice knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Grapefruit Juice did something crazy, like... start chucking ripened avocados at her or something. Suddenly cheered up by the Hamtaro theme song, he gripped his juicer tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.

Grapefruit Juice looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Apple Juice. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame nine days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly she felt a tinge of concern for Apple Juice. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. Grapefruit Juice walked over to the window and looked down. Apple Juice was gone.

----o0o----

Just yonder, Apple Juice was struggling to make his way through the bush behind Grapefruit Juice's place. Apple Juice had severely hurt his fingernail during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral Oranges suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the juicer. One by one they latched on to Apple Juice. Already weakened from his injury, Apple Juice yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Oranges running off with his juicer.

About eight hours later, Apple Juice awoke, his kidney throbbing. It was dark and Apple Juice did not know where he was. Deep in the mysterious disease-infested jungle, Apple Juice was barely lost. Suddenly cheered up by the Hamtaro theme song, he remembered that his juicer was taken by the Oranges. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life. That's when, to his horror, a misshapen Orange emerged from the foxy forest. It was the alpha Orange. Apple Juice opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the Orange sunk its teeth into Apple Juice's fingernail. With a faint groan, the life escaped from Apple Juice's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure.

Less than five miles away, Grapefruit Juice was entombed by anguish over the loss of the juicer. 'MY PRECIOUS!!' she cried, as she reached for a sharpened carrot. With a deft thrust, she buried it deeply into her ear. As the room began to fade to black, she thought about Apple Juice... wishing she had found the courage to tell him that she loved him. But she would die alone that day. All that remained was the juicer that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise. And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant Oranges, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come. Our heroes would've lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead. So, no one lived forever after, the end. :'(

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apple juice...grape juice.... what about the fruits thats make the juice, the apples the grapes, and the rest. They decide when to be rotten or juicy, or was their very home of growth, a false reality of negative influence causing them to be rotten. Isnt apple juice and fruit juice and orange juice all the same, all packaged in the same factory of lies and death. When the ones we think that make up the juice are really the chemicals of the the knowing and beyond farther behond what we will ever know. They are placed in boxes and jugs to be whored all around for others to drink from the juice of lies. Dolled up in ads and stats making us feel like apple juice is any different than fruit juice(ps. fruit juice is better ) Because Apple juice uses fear of fear and fruit juice just uses fear. A double strandard than is created making everything anyone has to say negligable and with words coming straight from the ass of the beast can be easliy proved wrong, but they have stats and vitamine power to make you feel strong. "feel strong" is our apple juice really apple juice or is it just the apple that fell from the fruit juice.

long story short, grapefruit juice definitely tastes the strangest after brushing your teeth

Holy tl;dr...

omg they showed a clip of metal gear funnies in the awards i cummed so hard

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Sprite?

Not tring to be a hater or anything. If this Picture really is real. How come it looks like the other picture? I mean why they place the awards on the same location, Knew how to put the awards in the same exact place and angels??

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Nice picture, freaking glad is not real.

THATS AUTOMATICLY FUNNY!

HA HA HA HA!

also, Tom Fulp acts like hes on Tim and Eric.

Apparently metal gear funnies won a tank award

we all know tha chuck's new tux won for movies...

Congrats!! :D

what will you really do if you actually did win?

Congrats, does that inspire you to make a Street Fighter funnies?

I really hope not, the joke'd get old. Congrats anyways.

i watched metal gear funnies for the first time a long while/. it made me hAPPY