Alas, it is time.

[Norse]

Hello numpties

I have made some progress in one of my endeavours, which will be taking up a significant amount of my time for a while now.

I have enjoyed my time in these forums, harrassing and tearing to bits the limp-wristed, great-unwashed, chomsky-bitch, bed-wetting, bleeding-heart, metrosexual, frilly-panted,inferior, liberal tree-hugging drones, but the time has come where I simply do not have the time for it anymore. I hope that some bright, genetically superior individuals can carry on my neo-pagan anarchal-conservative legacy. It will be tough for you, but you will succeed.

Anyhoo, I will not be posting for a long time, in the future I will either return financially ruined, or as gloating as ever. I will enjoy not being missed by many, and hatefully remembred by some...I just fear that the majority of you will have to suffer the weak-minded coming out of the cracks, now that they are self-assured that the norse is not about, to hound them, and make them feel sorry for their sub-human, inferior existence....cutting through their every thought like a hot knife through butter..

Enoch Powell once wrote of the "rivers of blood" which was an over dramatic, nationalistic slur. I disagree with him.

However, I have instigated and executed the "river of tears" among the liberals. This will be my legacy.

March on brave soldiers!

Ps. I will miss chatting to some of you (you know who you are).

Over and out, Norse.





I hope you liked playing with uncle norsey

[mandalorian2298]

Bye Norse. I hope that you get some treatmant for that 'hetero' thing , but other then that it has been fun knowing you.

[Harijan]

Norse, you will be missed. Just the other day I read something and thought, "this sounds kind of like Norse." So here is a final ode to a guy I don't know so well, but I think might torture small animals for fun.

Sorry, I don't have anything to post about layoffs or politics, but I DO have another story from the Public Bathroom. Enjoy.

You are my arch nemisis. I see you wandering around as I go about my IT Computer Nerd business: Tall. Middle Eastern. Pot Belly. We catch each others eye every now and then and give each other a slight nod. I know you, I know what you do and I am on to your games.

I saw you this morning, we made eye contact. You nodded and took another bite of whatever Death-Ass producing garbage you fuel up on that makes the bathroom, smell like the inside of a dead monkey's colon, and nodded at me. I got you this time, fucker.

I give you my icey grin and nod back, then hurry back to my office. It's almost noon, and that's the time you like to run to the toilet and preform your daily ASS JIHAD on all the people just trying to wash their hands. Maybe in your country there is no commen sense that would tell you that lunch time = hand wash time. People want to get clean and eat, not be fumigated with the high octane liquid shit attack you subjigate them too.

But I got you this time. Yeah fucker I GOT SOMETHING COOKING UP FOR YOU! Two egg sandwiches with cheese. Greasy sausage patties. A couple glasses of Tang. Some leftover Chinese food. A Twix. Root Beer Soda. Some steamed brocoli I had in the fridge. A Hot Pocket with peperonni and cheese. A Chocolate Poptart. And like a cherry on top ... a McDonald's Quaterpounder with cheese.

I never eat this shit, it's all greasy and fucking nasty, but today is the day I fight back. I go out for a quick mile jog and almsot die. My stomach feels like there are two midgets fighting to the death inside there. I walk back to work, ass clenched tighter than a virgin's thighs at Church.

Great. The hot chick from next door wants to chat. She assumes the sweat on my face and arms is from running. She doesn't realize that it's a cold sweat induced by my severe sphicter trauma. She finally shuts up and I stagger to the Death Ass Arena.

You are there already in your favorite stall: The one right next to the fucking sinks. You stupid, socially retarded f*ck. Fine. You have yet to begin your daily purge of Middle Eastern Ass Stew. I enter the stall next to you and drop my pants in preperation of the upcomming battle.

Your opening slavo is fired: A sloppy wet fart with a solid-shot closer. I laugh and show you the power of Advanced American Foodstuffs.

The tuba fart I unleash echos off the walls and shrinks my waistline about an inch. The guy at the urinal laughs as I slap the wall between you and I and say "Back to YOU, Kajid!". You are silent, I assume you know who I am and that the time has come for us to battle. I know you are summoning your intestinal fortitude for full out war.

You do not dissapoint me.

With a hissing "SSSShhhhhzzzzzzzzz!" you squirt out a deadly spray of ass juice that pollutes the air and makes my head swim. The pisser at the urinal is no longer laughing, he quickly zips up and runs for the door. He did not stop to wash his hands, instead opting to head for the hills. I cover my mouth and nose with my shirt and the black spots dissapear from my vision. My head clears. I am ready.

"AAaaaaaaaRRRRRGGGHHH!" I yell, as I drop Big Tim. That's short for "Big Timber" ... AKA "Mississippi Butt Log".

Quick-fire farts stutter out of my ass, as I push the monster log from the Shit Dimension into our reality. The beefy, yeasty stench easily overpowers the Indian Ass Gutter oder of your previous attack. Mega Turd hits the water in the bowl with a mighty splash, the reek is that of a dead whale slowly ripening in the hot, tropical sun. I catch my breath and wipe my brow, and start to pat myself on the back. I should have known the battle was not over.

The only thing I can think of is that you must has completly unzipped your ass to your elbow. That's the only way I could begin to explain the lumpy, creamy splashs falling out of your ass into the toilet. It sounds like you are pouring a gallon of strawberry shake with whole strawberries in it into the shitter. I see the hairs on my arms start to curl from the horrid stench wafting up from under your stall. I shudder and sway on my throne, unsure if I will survive.

I have no choice. I must employ the Deal Breaker. I hunker down and clench my hands together. My fingers twitch and entwine like a nest of snakes, almost like I am running through a series of ancient Ninja Hand Symbols. My feet lift up onto the toes and my legs start to shake.

"You want to play??" I growls. A low moaning comes from my stomach, like a dinosaur calling into a swampy, foggy night. "YOU GOT IT! AAAAAAHHHHHH!"

Like Cloud summoning The Knights of the Round in Final Fantasy 7, I summon the Excalibur of Turd Demons to destroy my enemy. Hot magma-like shit rockets out of my ass, releasing a noxious, sticky cloud of deadly recal perfume. I hear you gag and see your feet shuffle around, but you can't get away, can you? No. You can't.

Veins throb on my neck and temples as the turd monster tears itself from my bowels. My lips skin back from my now clenched teeth and I try not to scream. Your roll of toilet paper rolls into my stall. You must have torn it from the wall with numb fingers in an attempt to "Wipe and Scoot". Too late. MUCH too late!

Oders pound you with merciless fists: Rotten Fruitcake stuffed with boiled chicken assholes. Hammered shit-logs served on a bed of week old white rice. Rosie O'Donnel's racid crotch farts. The smell of your mom's dank, hairy Middle Eastern armpits.

Your stall door bangs open and you stagger out. You take three unsteady steps to the door and can barely open it wide enough to slip out. I laugh at you before you leave. "Yeah! RUN, Fucker!" I yell, and laugh again. You say nothing.

It's all over except for the clean up. f*ck with me again, you shit filled Anal Terrorist. Me and my ass will be waiting.

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[diddle]

A king of the forums, and flag bearer for many. I am proud to share his nationality.

[firth4eva]

Norse is teh pwnz0r

[The Weird One]

Bye Norse. I hope that you get some treatmant for that 'hetero' thing , but other then that it has been fun knowing you.

ya

[kalishnikov]

Sad to see you leave. We will be worse without you, especially FW.

Long live the legacy of Norse and his valiant crusades of the CC forums against the tyrants and the weak-witted.

You will not be forgotten.

[Minister Masket]

Farewell. I suggest you change the world, no-one else seems to be doing anything about it nowadays.

[muy_thaiguy]

Laters you crazy viking. Now don't go pillaging Ireland, otherwise I'll have to come across the US and the Atlantic to kick you around a bit.

[got tonkaed]

Take it easy man, best of luck in those things that you plan on doing.

[heavycola]

You'll get more left wing as you grow up. Don't worry.
Good luck in whatever it is you're doing. At least you were a half-decent opponent. Just actual crazies left now.

[got tonkaed]

You'll get more left wing as you grow up. Don't worry.
Good luck in whatever it is you're doing. At least you were a half-decent opponent. Just actual crazies left now.

its kinda funny, my mom says the exact opposite thing to me all the time...

[misterman10]

As long as we still have phone sex

[-ShadySoul-]

cya norse
im sure u will be back

[jnd94]

Never thought I'd see thte day.....see ya man, good luck with whatever you do

[war_bloodline]

See ya later.

[Fircoal]

bye Norse.

[Iliad]

bye Norse.

[The Weird One]

bye Norse.

[autoload]

This thread is Huge.

[DAZMCFC]

Flipping heck Norse, who am i going to take the piss out of when City beat your arse up here. i suppose Fag_Ash will have to do.

do one at this time of year, when Pompey are about to have their best season ever.

have a good one whereever you go and if it is to Oz get back on here if your in Sydney.

[satanspaladin]

Good luck ,You were fun for a man

[suggs]

Anyone heard of this guy?
Cheers whoever you were.

[Simonov]

Goodbye Norse and good luck with your endeavour. stand strong my nordic brother!

p.s. your going to be next England coach now McLaren is gone, right?

[Gregrios]

Good luck and be wise.