lawl (funneh inside)

[Aenama]

So Im still in Germany for a few more days.My uncle called this really old pub that makes really tasty Chicken,he wanted to order some for him and his wife.The owner answered and said:"You wont be getting any Chicken tonight ,Im on fire".Then he hung up.








The next morning we read in the local paper that the Restaurant burned down and that the onwer is on the Hospital for smoke poisoning.

 

[Adabiviak]

No chicken for you!

 

[AKIRA]

ahah^ i get it soup-nazi from seinfeld except now it's the chicken nazi lol

 

[Dalamari]

I bet he burned...LIKE A JEW

EH LEMON? AM I RIGHT?

 

[Qonfused]

No.

 

[Dalamari]

It is a bit of a coincidence that you happen to call while his place was on fire, but who would answer the phone when their ****ing store is on fire

 

[Qonfused]

But Lesbians!!!!!!!!

 

[Aenama]

I bet he burned...LIKE A JEW

EH LEMON? AM I RIGHT?

twat,you fail,try again.

 

[hungryduck]

poor chef.

 

[Adabiviak]

It is a bit of a coincidence that you happen to call while his place was on fire, but who would answer the phone when their ****ing store is on fire

The german chicken nazi?

 

[Que-Ever]

But chickens!
Chicken lesbians!

 

[CyberPitz]

"OH SHIT THE PLACE IS ON FIRE!"
*ring ring ring*
"Hello? Oh hi mom, no no, I'm fine. Yeah, hows the family? Good! Hey, I gotta run, my place is on fire, so I'll talk to ya later! Bye! *click* Ok, time to get outta here...."
*Ring ring ring*
"OH SUNUVA...Hello? Chicken? No, no chicken tonight, I'm on fire!"

 

[Mechagodzilla]

Unfit to live, and yet knowing no pleasure beyond his wretched existence, lemonking felt few comforts as the grim fate of infamy placed him in a public hell. He would watch as the respected men of art and industry rose and fell while he, immortalized, remained the terrible constant above which all of them were measured.
Never surfacing from the shallow mire, and yet fully unable to navigate with any modicum of grace the inky domain of his awful self, he was accursed to neither evolve nor be extinguished; more coelocanth than man, he existed only as the exception to affirm Nature's rule that all the unimproved are soon allowed a sweet, forgiving end.

Thus, when arose tragedy, lemonking would latch himself, fumbling, upon the sadnesses of others. "Lo," he would cry in a language nigh-unintelligible, "a man is burnt and is not I!"
He was fascinated by the ashes, for how he longed to fall! To sense anything beyond the monstrousness of his state constituted what little could be called his ambition, and it was thwarted at every turn by the inescapable fact that there was not - and would never be - a lower form than he.

Lemonking could only smoulder in his pitiable state and never crumble, too awful to be granted the slightest reprieve from his ignominy.
His pire would be eternal - and it would burn only dim.

 

[Ravioli]

"i dont have time for this chickenshitbullshit" - Tourettes guy

 

[JFry]

Dude that sucks your uncle didn't get any chicken.

 

[hool10]

So Im still in Germany for a few more days.My uncle called this really old pub that makes really tasty Chicken,he wanted to order some for him and his wife.The owner answered and said:"You wont be getting any Chicken tonight ,Im on fire".Then he hung up.








The next morning we read in the local paper that the Restaurant burned down and that the onwer is on the Hospital for smoke poisoning.

Sir, we are arresting you in connection with this man's possible death. You interupted his important phone call to the fire department or calling 911 for some KFC. :cheese: j/k We need some 4chan picture with this thread.

 

[Kula Meenur]

I lol'd at teh story.

that is all i have to say.

 

[Bad^Hat]

Hehehehe.

 

[Beerdude26]

Unfit to live, and yet knowing no pleasure beyond his wretched existence, lemonking felt few comforts as the grim fate of infamy placed him in a public hell. He would watch as the respected men of art and industry rose and fell while he, immortalized, remained the terrible constant above which all of them were measured.
Never surfacing from the shallow mire, and yet fully unable to navigate with any modicum of grace the inky domain of his awful self, he was accursed to neither evolve nor be extinguished; more coelocanth than man, he existed only as the exception to affirm Nature's rule that all the unimproved are soon allowed a sweet, forgiving end.

Thus, when arose tragedy, lemonking would latch himself, fumbling, upon the sadnesses of others. "Lo," he would cry in a language nigh-unintelligible, "a man is burnt and is not I!"
He was fascinated by the ashes, for how he longed to fall! To sense anything beyond the monstrousness of his state constituted what little could be called his ambition, and it was thwarted at every turn by the inescapable fact that there was not - and would never be - a lower form than he.

Lemonking could only smoulder in his pitiable state and never crumble, too awful to be granted the slightest reprieve from his ignominy.
His pire would be eternal - and it would burn only dim.

That gets the Shens Award 2006.

EDIT: Woop, I mean 2007

 

[Aenama]

Unfit to live, and yet knowing no pleasure beyond his wretched existence, lemonking felt few comforts as the grim fate of infamy placed him in a public hell. He would watch as the respected men of art and industry rose and fell while he, immortalized, remained the terrible constant above which all of them were measured.
Never surfacing from the shallow mire, and yet fully unable to navigate with any modicum of grace the inky domain of his awful self, he was accursed to neither evolve nor be extinguished; more coelocanth than man, he existed only as the exception to affirm Nature's rule that all the unimproved are soon allowed a sweet, forgiving end.

Thus, when arose tragedy, lemonking would latch himself, fumbling, upon the sadnesses of others. "Lo," he would cry in a language nigh-unintelligible, "a man is burnt and is not I!"
He was fascinated by the ashes, for how he longed to fall! To sense anything beyond the monstrousness of his state constituted what little could be called his ambition, and it was thwarted at every turn by the inescapable fact that there was not - and would never be - a lower form than he.

Lemonking could only smoulder in his pitiable state and never crumble, too awful to be granted the slightest reprieve from his ignominy.
His pire would be eternal - and it would burn only dim.