Jokes Thread 2

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  1. Posts : 313
    Windows 7 Ultimate x86
       #201

    What's sleek, fast and goes from 0-60 in 2.8 seconds? A Bugatti Veyron
    What's moderately affordable and gets 60mpg? A Toyota Prius
    What's old, clunky, and goes from 0-crash in 5 seconds? DOS

    (sorry, geek humor)
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  2. Posts : 3,187
    Main - Windows 7 Pro SP1 64-Bit; 2nd - Windows Server 2008 R2
       #202

    Too long to post here, but this is absolutely amazing:

    The Insult File Version 6.12

    NOTE: I did not see any bad words in there, which is even more amazing. If I missed one, sorry...
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  3. Posts : 2,737
    Windows 7 Enterprise (x64); Windows Server 2008 R2 (x64)
       #203

    Benjamin Hall said:
    What's sleek, fast and goes from 0-60 in 2.8 seconds? A Bugatti Veyron
    What's moderately affordable and gets 60mpg? A Toyota Prius
    What's old, clunky, and goes from 0-crash in 5 seconds? DOS

    (sorry, geek humor)
    I think that should be:

    What's sleek, fast and goes from 0-60 in 2.8 seconds? A Bugatti Veyron
    What's moderately affordable and gets 60mpg? A Toyota Prius
    What's old, clunky, and goes from 0-crash in 5 seconds? Windows 95

    DOS never crashed for me, or any of the thousands of computers it was on in a corporate setting (years back granted). The software ON DOS sometimes locked up but DOS seems to always work well. JM2C
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  4. Posts : 313
    Windows 7 Ultimate x86
       #204

    O_O I'm putting all that in a scripting file, putting that script inside an exe, and turning it into some random "syshost.exe" pseudovirus, and putting it in my friend's startup, just for fun



    EDIT:

    Just saw your post WindowsStar... you have a point, or maybe I could replace it with Windows Vista :P hahahahaha
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  5. Posts : 4,549
    Windows 8 - 64-bit
       #205

    YOU ,may get killed by the friend .. or wish he had killed you... lol
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  6. Posts : 2,737
    Windows 7 Enterprise (x64); Windows Server 2008 R2 (x64)
       #206

    Benjamin Hall said:
    O_O I'm putting all that in a scripting file, putting that script inside an exe, and turning it into some random "syshost.exe" pseudovirus, and putting it in my friend's startup, just for fun



    EDIT:

    Just saw your post WindowsStar... you have a point, or maybe I could replace it with Windows Vista :P hahahahaha
    Here try this VBscript:

    Code:
    Say="You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. As we say in Texas, you couldn't pour water out of a boot with instructions printed on the heel. You are a canker, an open wound. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you. You took your last vacation in the Islets of Langerhans. You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, and a weasel. I take that back; you are a festering pustule on a weasel's rump. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon. I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. You are a technicolor yawn. And did I mention that you smell? You are a squeaking rat, a mistake of nature and a heavy-metal bagpipe player. You were not born. You were hatched into an unwilling world that rejects the likes of you. You didn't crawl out of a normal egg, either, but rather a mutant maggot egg rejected by an evil scientist as being below his low standards. Your alleged parents abandoned you at birth and then died of shame in recognition of what they had done to an unsuspecting world. They were a bit late. Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it ever so much more rapidly. If cluelessness were crude oil, your scalp would be crawling with caribou. You are a thick-headed trog. I have seen skeet with more sense than you have. You are a few bricks short of a full load, a few cards short of a full deck, a few bytes short of a full core dump, and a few chromosomes short of a full human. Worse than that, you top-post. God created houseflies, cockroaches, maggots, mosquitos, fleas, ticks, slugs, leeches, and intestinal parasites, then he lowered his standards and made you. I take it back; God didn't make you. You are Satan's spawn. You are Evil beyond comprehension, half-living in the slough of despair. You are the entropy which will claim us all. You are a green-nostriled, crossed eyed, hairy-livered inbred trout-defiler. You make Ebola look good. You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. You are not ANSI compliant and your markup doesn't validate. You have a couple of address lines shorted together. You should be promoted to Engineering Manager. Do you really expect your delusional and incoherent ramblings to be read? Everyone plonked you long ago. Do you fantasize that your tantrums and conniption fits could possibly be worth the $0.000000001 worth of electricity used to send them? Your life is one big W.O.M.B.A.T. and your future doesn't look promising either. We need to trace your bloodline and terminate all siblings and cousins in order to cleanse humanity of your polluted genes. The good news is that no normal human would ever mate with you, so we won't have to go into the sewers in search of your git. You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a loathsome disease, a drooling inbred cross-eyed toesucker. You make Quakers shout and strike Pentecostals silent. You have a version 1.0 mind in a version 6.12 world. Your mother had to tie a pork chop around your neck just to get your dog to play with you. You think that The Insult File Version 6.12 is the name of a rock and. You believe that P.D.Q. Bach is the greatest composer who ever lived. You prefer L. Ron Hubbard to Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle. Hee-Haw is too deep for you. You would watch test patterns all day if the other inmates would let you. On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. Spammers look down on you. Phone sex operators hang up on you. Telemarketers refuse to be seen in public with you. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go. May you choke on your own foolish opinions. You are a Pusillanimous galactophage and you wear your sister's training bra. Don't bother opening the door when you leave - you should be able to slime your way out underneath. I hope that when you get home your mother runs out from under the porch and bites you. You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock. You grotty ****ing oik artless base-court apple-john. You clouted boggish foot-licking half-twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You gormless crook-pated tosser. You bloody churlish boil-brained clotpole ponce. You craven dewberry pisshead cockup pratting naff. You cockered bum-bailey poofter. You gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted fobbing beef-witted clapper-clawed flirt-gill. May your
    spouse be blessed with many *******s. You are so clueless that if you dressed in a clue skin, doused yourself in clue musk, and did the clue dance in the middle of a field of horny clues at the height of clue mating season, you still would not have a clue. If you were a movie you would be a double feature; Battlefield Earth and  Moron Movies II. You would be out of focus. You are a fiend and a sniveling coward, and you have bad breath. You are the unholy spawn of a bandy-legged hobo and a syphilitic camel. You wear strangely mismatched clothing with oddly placed stains. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just knowing that you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away. You are jetsam who dreams of becoming flotsam. You won't make it. I beg for sweet death to come and remove me from a world which became unbearable when you crawled out of a harpy's lair. It is hard to believe how incredibly stupid you are. Stupid as a stone that the other stones make fun of. So stupid that you have traveled far beyond stupid as we know it and into a new dimension of stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid cubed. Trans-stupid stupid. Stupid collapsed to a singularity where even the stupons have collapsed into stuponium. Stupid so dense that no intelligence can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot summer day on Mercury stupid. You emit more stupid in one minute than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. It cannot be possible that anything in our universe can really be this stupid. This is a primordial fragment from the original big stupid bang. A pure extract of stupid with absolute stupid purity. Stupid beyond the laws of nature. I must apologize. I can't go on. This is my epiphany of stupid. After this experience, you may not hear from me for a while. I don't think that I can summon the strength left to mock your moronic opinions and malformed comments about boring trivia or your other drivel. Duh. The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. I have snipped away most of your of what you wrote, because, well ... it didn't really say anything. Your attempt at constructing a creative flame was pitiful. I mean, really, stringing together a bunch of insults among a load of babbling was hardly effective... Maybe later in life, after you have learned to read, write, spell, and count, you will have more success. True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us "normal" people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. But we sometimes forget that there are challenged persons in this world who find these things to be difficult. If I had known that this was true in your case then I would have never have exposed myself to what you wrote. It just wouldn't have been right. Sort of like parking in a handicap space. I wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a demand on you. P.S.: You are hypocritical, greedy, violent, malevolent, vengeful, cowardly, deadly, mendacious, meretricious, loathsome, despicable, belligerent, opportunistic, atrous, contemptible, criminal, fascistic, bigoted, racist, sexist, avaricious, tasteless, idiotic, brain-damaged, imbecilic, insane, arrogant, deceitful, demented, lame, self-righteous, byzantine, conspiratorial, satanic, fraudulent, libelous, bilious, splenetic, spastic, ignorant, clueless, EDLINoid, illegitimate, harmful, destructive, dumb, evasive, double-talking, devious, revisionist, narrow, manipulative, paternalistic, fundamentalist, dogmatic, idolatrous, unethical, cultic, diseased, suppressive, controlling, restrictive, malignant, deceptive, dim, crazy, weird, dyspeptic, stifling, uncaring, plantigrade, grim, unsympathetic, jargon-spouting, censorious, secretive, aggressive, mind-numbing, arassive, poisonous, flagrant, self-destructive, abusive, socially-retarded, puerile, and Generally Not Good.
    I hope this helps..." 
     
    Set speech=CreateObject("sapi.spvoice") 
    speech.Speak Say
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  7. Posts : 313
    Windows 7 Ultimate x86
       #207

    I could, or I could put each in in it's own messagebox, and make it disable explorer.exe until the script is finished mwahahahahahahaha I can be really evil at times.
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  8. Posts : 4,549
    Windows 8 - 64-bit
       #208

    BAD BADDDDD .....Not evil.. just BAD !!!!! lol ....Attachment 101426
    Last edited by LADYPINKtomato1; 14 Dec 2010 at 22:04.
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  9. Posts : 346
    Windows 7 Pro X64
       #209

    Tickets
    "What am I supposed to do with this?" grumbled the motorist as the police clerk handed him a receipt for his traffic violation.
    "Keep it," the clerk advises. "When you get four of them, you get a bicycle."
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  10. Posts : 1,491
    Win7 Pro-64 Bit
       #210

    Tony and Yvonne were 85 years old and had been married for sixty years.
    Though they were far from rich, they managed to get by because Tony watched their pennies.
    Though not young, they were both in very good health, largely due to Yvonne's insistence on healthy foods and exercise for the last decade.
    One day, their good health didn't help when they went on yet another holiday and their plane crashed, sending them off to Heaven.
    They reached the pearly gates, and St. Peter escorted them inside.
    He took them to a beautiful mansion, furnished in gold and fine silks, with a fully stocked kitchen and a waterfall in the master bath.
    A maid could be seen hanging their favourite clothes in the closet.
    They gasped in astonishment when he said, 'Welcome to Heaven. This will be your home now.'
    Tony asked Peter how much all this was going to cost. 'Why, nothing,' Peter replied, 'remember, this is your reward in Heaven.'
    Tony looked out the window and right there he saw a championship golf course, finer and more beautiful than any ever built on Earth..
    'What are the greens fees?,' grumbled Tony..
    'This is heaven,' St. Peter replied. 'You can play for free, every day.'
    Next they went to the clubhouse and saw the lavish buffet lunch, with every imaginable cuisine laid out before them, from seafood to steaks to exotic deserts, free flowing beverages.
    'Don't even ask,' said St. Peter to Tony. This is Heaven, it is all free for you to enjoy.'
    Tony looked around and glanced nervously at Yvonne.
    'Well, where are the low fat and low cholesterol foods and the decaffeinated tea?,' he asked.
    That's the best part,' St. Peter replied. 'You can eat and drink as much as you like of whatever you like and you will never get fat or sick.
    This is Heaven!'
    'No gym to work out at?' said Tony
    'Not unless you wan t to,' was the answer.
    'No testing my sugar or blood pressure or...'
    'Never again. All you do here is enjoy yourself.'

    Tony glared at Yvonne and said, 'You and your effing Bran Flakes. We could have been here ten years ago!'

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