keyboard

[sev]

turn it upside down and shake it out

post reactions

[W.A.S.I.M.]

ʞɔnɟ ǝɥʇ ʇɐɥʍ

[funzop]

haha wasim

[lenko]

now theres biscuit all over my carpet asshole!!

[sev]

now theres biscuit all over my carpet asshole!!

spoiler: i made this topic just to sabotage the carpets of every british member on this forum

gary was here ASH IS A LOSER

[Ashington]

ASH IS A LOSER

gospel truth

[Shida]

um, um




i don't think this is good for my laptop

[dilly]

there's nothing in my keyboard because i got this



aww yeah

[cipher]

I was hoping for a tasty surprise... but, nada

[Flash]

wait how do i do this on a mac could you post a video

[dilly]

flash, you have to directly contact steve jobs, in which he will belittle you in front of your friends and family and convince you to buy the latest models of all of the apple products, regardless of you owning them or not.

[spite]

some flakes came out

none frosted  

[Necronomitr0n]

pubes and assorted crumbs

 

[Philip K Dick]

As my eyes sat transfixed on darkeon's topic post, an epiphany washed over my body. I had realized what it was I needed to do.

Chapter 19:

I walked into the kitchen and saw her.
"Rosemary..." I began. The redhead was crunching loudly on her cereal, not particularly intent on listening. She looked up.

Bang.

Rosemary toppled to the kitchen floor, eyes rolling back in her head, a dark brown splotch forming where the bullet had pierced her cervix. I'd killed her, with the very gun she'd hidden in my keyboard all those years ago. No sooner than I had sighed a breath of relief then I heard the last sound I'd wanted to hear. It was Rosemary grunting as she stood up to face me. I stood speechless as she got to her feet.

"H-how?" I choked. It was all I could manage to say. It was more surprising than the time I cought Derek Jeter with that anal douche.
"Really, Howard," she said, spitting up a mouthful of blood. "I expected better of you. You should have noticed when I stole the president's bulletproof vest."
It was so obvious. It was like one of those riddles where you're like "OHHHH" after you find the answer on google. Then you tell the creative writing teacher at your community college that you figured it out on your own.
"But," I sputtered, "But darkeon told me about the gun."
"That's because darkeon's working with me."

SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[Sinitron]

there's nothing in my keyboard because i got this



aww yeah

i tried using this crap and it got stuck under the fucking keys and i had to yank them out to get rid of the shit and then reassemble my whole fucking keyboard i want my fucking money back

f*ck the world n*gger

[jjjjjjjjjj]

i made a recording once of all the shit inside my really old keyboard shit was nastey

like hair crumbs blonde hair somehow no one in my fam has blonde hair goddamn shit was gross and stifcky

[CVG]

dust, a dead ant and a poprock.


I secretly hope it's related and the ant died somehow while trying to get the poprock.

[BluPhoenix]

found my keys

[Sef]

peanuts

a lot of them

im allergic

[dilly]

rip