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Anonymous E joined in and replied with this 10 years ago, 35 minutes later, 1 hour after the original post[^][v]#697,593
Just be a redneck and use a real shotgun.
Anonymous F joined in and replied with this 10 years ago, 57 seconds later, 1 hour after the original post[^][v]#697,594
Like, omg. Flies in the house can die but I watched the YT video and they were killing flies outdoors which is their natural habitat. I'm not finding that shit
adam djensen replied with this 10 years ago, 56 minutes later, 2 hours after the original post[^][v]#697,605
@697,575 (Fake anon !ZkUt8arUCU)
Yes, but then it would also make sense
bhutan joined in and replied with this 10 years ago, 59 minutes later, 3 hours after the original post[^][v]#697,615
Why are half the poll options you yelling at yourself
Get over it nobody's even mean to you here
Anonymous F replied with this 10 years ago, 8 minutes later, 3 hours after the original post[^][v]#697,617
Anonymous H joined in and replied with this 10 years ago, 57 seconds later, 3 hours after the original post[^][v]#697,618
@697,615 (bhutan)
Because self-loathing might make people pity you. :(
Anonymous E replied with this 10 years ago, 46 minutes later, 4 hours after the original post[^][v]#697,620
Crying on the Inside: A Clown's Journey from the Cotton Fields of Kansas to Global Imperial Icon.
In 1924, Ronald McDonald was born a poor rural carnival clown in a tent behind the midway, somewhere on the outskirts of Dubuque, Iowa. His parents, Lithuanian immigrants Ida Mae McDonald, and her husband Theobold Dexter McDonald were itinerant clowns on the early mid-west rodeo and carnival circuit, during the corn-shucking off-season, touring frequently with Dr. Troubador's Majickal Tincture Remedy and Amazing Festival of World-Renowned Exotic Delights.
Ronald followed in his parents' footsteps from an early age, joining their Miniature Pony act at the tender age of four-and-a-half. But even in those tender years, young Ronald, the humble son of immigrant clowns, wanted more. Though his early education consisted entirely of Bible instruction at the knee of his stern and uncompromising mother, and the occasional "instructional ass-whupping" at the hands of his often drunken father, the yearning teen Ronald soon found succor under the tutelage of master hypnotist and sleight-of-hand artist, The Invincible Gugliermo, who also toured for a time with the DTMTR & AFWRED. As fate would have it, he was soon to befriend the young Ray Kroc, himself the son of a Latvian immigrant freak-show barker, who also labored under the mystical tent as assistant to the aforementioned Invincible Gugliermo. Encouraging one-another in their interest for the Arcane Arts, the two teens thenceforth set upon a plan for world domination.
Their plans would soon be interrupted by World War II, during which Ronald was drafted and served without distinction as a galley-mate on the Naval supply and troop-carrier, USS Incunabula. This would prove fortuitous, though, as it was in the Navy where Ronald had his first opportunity for incorporating his knowledge of the Arcane Arts into the production of foodstuffs. Under the watchful eye of esteemed naval chef Sam "Greasy Jack" Krawczyk, the maturing Ronald would achieve mastery of shredded, frozen beef by-product preparation. From deep within the bowels of the Incunabula, Ronald would soon be working his gastronomic majick over shipload upon shipload of greenhorn troops, who, if they survived the depredations of Okinawa or Guadalcanal, would find themselves returning home to American soil with an inexplicable craving.
During the war years, young Mr. Kroc was no idler, either. In fact, some say that it was his devotion to the Black Arts, blindly and without distraction during this period that allowed him to eventually gain the upper hand over Ronald upon their reunion in early 1946. What seemed to be a partnership at first, born of their mutual greed and desire to do evil, soon saw Kroc gaining the upper-hand over Ronald, when he perfected his hypnotic monument, the Golden Arches. All across the land, returning war veterans found themselves drawn moth-like to the broiler flame below them, but it was Kroc who would reap the rewards, while Ronald found himself relegated to the task of playing clown for the sake of hypnotizing the children of their adult customers.
Despite his global influence upon impressionable adolescents, in the end, Ronald's deep-rooted desire for power and global pre-frozen foodstuffs domination was denied him by the one man he had ever called a friend, and his life ended tragically under the wheels of a dry goods delivery truck in 1972, in the dirty suburbs of South Chicago. With his fleeting dreams thus crushed, Ronald, the happy-faced clown, was forever destined to be crying on the inside.