[quote]RSGZ wrote:
Japanese Show
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LMGDMFAO~!!!
I was kind of snickering a little bit, but I fucking lost it at 4:20 with “The Slapping Machine”. Tears.
I don’t think you can just go to that part though because you have to build up to it… LMFAO!
[quote]SteelyD wrote:
[quote]RSGZ wrote:
Japanese Show
[/quote]
LMGDMFAO~!!!
I was kind of snickering a little bit, but I fucking lost it at 4:20 with “The Slapping Machine”. Tears.
I don’t think you can just go to that part though because you have to build up to it… LMFAO![/quote]
Exactly what happened when I first saw it, at that part!
[quote]SteelyD wrote:
[quote]RSGZ wrote:
Japanese Show
[/quote]
LMGDMFAO~!!!
I was kind of snickering a little bit, but I fucking lost it at 4:20 with “The Slapping Machine”. Tears.
I don’t think you can just go to that part though because you have to build up to it… LMFAO![/quote]
Hahahaha when i first started watching I didnt catch on, but oh my looooord I just hosed myself!! that old guy biting the ear, lol!!!
Its even better when you realize the black guy is Ernesto Hoost, world famous Holland kickboxer/MMA legend.
This:
It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. This wasn’t supposed to happen to me. But I fell in love with her, and she was taken from me, just like all the others before her. Now I must sit here and wallow in my pain and heartbreak alone, wondering if I’ll ever realize true love at all.
We met at work; my boss introduced me to her and said her name was Jane. I fell in love immediately. Her soft, pale skin, her large round eyes that fixed me in an unblinking, unwavering stare, her simple brown hair, full red lips, all of these things grabbed hold of me like an infant latches onto a thumb. I was transfixed and could not let go. I stared at her, yearning to know the touch of her smooth sternocleidomastoid. But I couldn't let my boss see my infatuation. Relationships with women from work was a serious taboo. Because of this, I knew an affiliation would be doomed from the start, but I clung to her anyway, futilely struggling against the inevitable.
Our relationship didn't start off well. I tried to talk to her and get to know her better but she would simply ignore me, refusing even to speak to me. She was cold and uninviting, but this only strengthened my resolve until one evening when we were alone I thought I caught a faint glimmer, a tiny twinkle in her eye, perhaps just a reflection from the lights, but in my inebriated state, drunk with love and lust, I saw this as my opening, a subconscious invite sent across the ether to me. I leaned down and kissed her. To my surprise, she did not pull away, but she was hardly reciprocating. But alas, she let me kiss her and the touch of her lips to mine sent pulsing waves of heat roping through my body. I resisted the urge to press forward with more carnal behavior, but I knew that my foot was in the door and that my patience would be rewarded.
And how my patience was rewarded! I was nervous the first night that Jane and I consummated our relationship. She was a very quiet and shy woman, and I knew that any unwanted advances could turn her away. She still had a tendency to ignore me at times, but I chalked it up to a morose form of playing hard to get.
But that particular evening we were locked in the heat of passion and she never offered up any resistance to my advances. She was rigid, perhaps with anticipation, when I entered her, but the overwhelming pleasure that her loins gave me had left me blind to everything but my own insatiable desire for more. She let me dominant her in ways I never imagined a woman would allow. She offered up her body to me and let me treat her as my own private playground to explore and manipulate and use for my own pleasure in whatever manner I chose. I had never experienced a woman like this before and the discovery of a woman so captivated by my sexuality that she would give herself over to me so completely was intoxicating. I was mad with passion and power. If I had been in love with Jane before, then that evening was the vehicle that catapulted me into an entirely different stratum of desire.
But was she in love with me? I noticed that Jane tended to remain silent and.....distant after we made love. Was she disappointed in my performance? Was she feeling guilty? We frequently used work as a place to satisfy our physical cravings for one another. Maybe she felt nervous that someone would see us and that I would be fired as a result. It certainly made me nervous at times. But my biggest fear was that her attraction to me was strictly a physical one. There is no feeling more lonely and pitiful and debilitating than the knowledge that the woman you are in love with wants nothing more from you than the physical pleasure you are able to provide. I had asked her if she loved me and I had declared my own love for her on several occasions, but she never seemed to want to talk about it.
The worry that this problem had begun to cause me had grown into a gripping paranoia, and the nights that I did not see her I was convinced that other men were enjoying the use of my playground. I had built up such a complex about it that I was unable to sleep or think clearly. I could feel my sexual powers draining from me and I became frenzied with the need to assert them. I finally got the nerve to confront her about her wanton behavior and demand that she make some sort of emotional commitment to me, lest my heart be broken once again. I went to work fully prepared to lay it on her, knowing that a woman who so enjoyed being sexually dominated must also find immense attraction to a man so assertive and clear in what he wants, but my boss pulled me aside before I saw Jane. What he told me dropped me into the depths of despair.
He told me that Jane would be leaving the next day, that her family would be taking her away. I fought hard to control my emotions; I could not let him realize that I had developed deep, passionate feelings for Jane in the ten days I had worked with her. Outwardly I remained stoic, but inwardly my whole world crumbled. Her family lived hundreds of miles away, and I knew a long distance relationship with a woman like her would never work.
That evening, our last together, was like no other I had ever experienced. Knowing that I would never see her again, I fought through my tears and depression and made love to her like a man savoring every bite of his last meal before execution. There was nothing I didn't do to her, no boundaries to be rebuffed by, and she let me do it all without the slightest hint of resistance. Ah, the power I had over her! It was incredibly passionate lovemaking, but it saddened me beyond repair to experience such pleasure, such swelling of my ego, knowing that it would be the last time. But I wasn't prepared for what happened next.
I was lying on top of Jane, spent and emptied of my essence, softly nibbling on her anterior trapezius, when my boss suddenly burst into the room. "Holy Shit! What the hell is going on here!?", he shouted at me. I jumped off of Jane and tried to explain myself, but it was useless.
"I'm in love with Jane and she is in love with me, Doctor! You'll never tear us apart!" I looked to Jane, hoping that she would finally confirm that she loved me, but to my dismay she just laid there, naked and motionless. I was appalled that she made no attempt to defend me. "Jesus Christ Jane! Has none of what's happened between us meant anything to you!?" I knew then that her attraction to me was strictly physical; I slumped over in defeat, my heart shattered.
"What the hell are you talking about you sick freak?", the coroner hissed at me. "She's been dead for two weeks."
[quote]SteelyD wrote:
Like this.
“Deny”
“Allow”
LOL, good find. I can’t believe how OLD he is now.
[quote]Diluted56 wrote:
This still gets me everytime I watch it haha:
hilarious, i have tears in my eyes from laughing.
Here’s my take off on that
[quote]Nards wrote:
Here’s my take off on that
Ahahaha i think i enjoyed that more just because of how bad it was
[quote]Itchy wrote:
[quote]Diluted56 wrote:
This still gets me everytime I watch it haha:
hilarious, i have tears in my eyes from laughing. [/quote]
Hahaha dude same thing happend to me when my mate showed it to me for the first time, I was so caught off guard lol!! I gotta know where this comes from? Like some japanese game show? haha
[quote]DBCooper wrote:
This:
It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. This wasn’t supposed to happen to me. But I fell in love with her, and she was taken from me, just like all the others before her. Now I must sit here and wallow in my pain and heartbreak alone, wondering if I’ll ever realize true love at all.
We met at work; my boss introduced me to her and said her name was Jane. I fell in love immediately. Her soft, pale skin, her large round eyes that fixed me in an unblinking, unwavering stare, her simple brown hair, full red lips, all of these things grabbed hold of me like an infant latches onto a thumb. I was transfixed and could not let go. I stared at her, yearning to know the touch of her smooth sternocleidomastoid. But I couldn't let my boss see my infatuation. Relationships with women from work was a serious taboo. Because of this, I knew an affiliation would be doomed from the start, but I clung to her anyway, futilely struggling against the inevitable.
Our relationship didn't start off well. I tried to talk to her and get to know her better but she would simply ignore me, refusing even to speak to me. She was cold and uninviting, but this only strengthened my resolve until one evening when we were alone I thought I caught a faint glimmer, a tiny twinkle in her eye, perhaps just a reflection from the lights, but in my inebriated state, drunk with love and lust, I saw this as my opening, a subconscious invite sent across the ether to me. I leaned down and kissed her. To my surprise, she did not pull away, but she was hardly reciprocating. But alas, she let me kiss her and the touch of her lips to mine sent pulsing waves of heat roping through my body. I resisted the urge to press forward with more carnal behavior, but I knew that my foot was in the door and that my patience would be rewarded.
And how my patience was rewarded! I was nervous the first night that Jane and I consummated our relationship. She was a very quiet and shy woman, and I knew that any unwanted advances could turn her away. She still had a tendency to ignore me at times, but I chalked it up to a morose form of playing hard to get.
But that particular evening we were locked in the heat of passion and she never offered up any resistance to my advances. She was rigid, perhaps with anticipation, when I entered her, but the overwhelming pleasure that her loins gave me had left me blind to everything but my own insatiable desire for more. She let me dominant her in ways I never imagined a woman would allow. She offered up her body to me and let me treat her as my own private playground to explore and manipulate and use for my own pleasure in whatever manner I chose. I had never experienced a woman like this before and the discovery of a woman so captivated by my sexuality that she would give herself over to me so completely was intoxicating. I was mad with passion and power. If I had been in love with Jane before, then that evening was the vehicle that catapulted me into an entirely different stratum of desire.
But was she in love with me? I noticed that Jane tended to remain silent and.....distant after we made love. Was she disappointed in my performance? Was she feeling guilty? We frequently used work as a place to satisfy our physical cravings for one another. Maybe she felt nervous that someone would see us and that I would be fired as a result. It certainly made me nervous at times. But my biggest fear was that her attraction to me was strictly a physical one. There is no feeling more lonely and pitiful and debilitating than the knowledge that the woman you are in love with wants nothing more from you than the physical pleasure you are able to provide. I had asked her if she loved me and I had declared my own love for her on several occasions, but she never seemed to want to talk about it.
The worry that this problem had begun to cause me had grown into a gripping paranoia, and the nights that I did not see her I was convinced that other men were enjoying the use of my playground. I had built up such a complex about it that I was unable to sleep or think clearly. I could feel my sexual powers draining from me and I became frenzied with the need to assert them. I finally got the nerve to confront her about her wanton behavior and demand that she make some sort of emotional commitment to me, lest my heart be broken once again. I went to work fully prepared to lay it on her, knowing that a woman who so enjoyed being sexually dominated must also find immense attraction to a man so assertive and clear in what he wants, but my boss pulled me aside before I saw Jane. What he told me dropped me into the depths of despair.
He told me that Jane would be leaving the next day, that her family would be taking her away. I fought hard to control my emotions; I could not let him realize that I had developed deep, passionate feelings for Jane in the ten days I had worked with her. Outwardly I remained stoic, but inwardly my whole world crumbled. Her family lived hundreds of miles away, and I knew a long distance relationship with a woman like her would never work.
That evening, our last together, was like no other I had ever experienced. Knowing that I would never see her again, I fought through my tears and depression and made love to her like a man savoring every bite of his last meal before execution. There was nothing I didn't do to her, no boundaries to be rebuffed by, and she let me do it all without the slightest hint of resistance. Ah, the power I had over her! It was incredibly passionate lovemaking, but it saddened me beyond repair to experience such pleasure, such swelling of my ego, knowing that it would be the last time. But I wasn't prepared for what happened next.
I was lying on top of Jane, spent and emptied of my essence, softly nibbling on her anterior trapezius, when my boss suddenly burst into the room. "Holy Shit! What the hell is going on here!?", he shouted at me. I jumped off of Jane and tried to explain myself, but it was useless.
"I'm in love with Jane and she is in love with me, Doctor! You'll never tear us apart!" I looked to Jane, hoping that she would finally confirm that she loved me, but to my dismay she just laid there, naked and motionless. I was appalled that she made no attempt to defend me. "Jesus Christ Jane! Has none of what's happened between us meant anything to you!?" I knew then that her attraction to me was strictly physical; I slumped over in defeat, my heart shattered.
"What the hell are you talking about you sick freak?", the coroner hissed at me. "She's been dead for two weeks."
[/quote]
I came.
<3
One of the funniest little things I’ve seen was a few years ago when I was driving by an 18-wheeler. Someone, probably one of his ‘buddies’ had written ‘I LOVE CATS’ in the dirt on the back of the trailer. Hilarious.
[quote]DBCooper wrote:
This:
It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. This wasn’t supposed to happen to me. But I fell in love with her, and she was taken from me, just like all the others before her. Now I must sit here and wallow in my pain and heartbreak alone, wondering if I’ll ever realize true love at all.
We met at work; my boss introduced me to her and said her name was Jane. I fell in love immediately. Her soft, pale skin, her large round eyes that fixed me in an unblinking, unwavering stare, her simple brown hair, full red lips, all of these things grabbed hold of me like an infant latches onto a thumb. I was transfixed and could not let go. I stared at her, yearning to know the touch of her smooth sternocleidomastoid. But I couldn't let my boss see my infatuation. Relationships with women from work was a serious taboo. Because of this, I knew an affiliation would be doomed from the start, but I clung to her anyway, futilely struggling against the inevitable.
Our relationship didn't start off well. I tried to talk to her and get to know her better but she would simply ignore me, refusing even to speak to me. She was cold and uninviting, but this only strengthened my resolve until one evening when we were alone I thought I caught a faint glimmer, a tiny twinkle in her eye, perhaps just a reflection from the lights, but in my inebriated state, drunk with love and lust, I saw this as my opening, a subconscious invite sent across the ether to me. I leaned down and kissed her. To my surprise, she did not pull away, but she was hardly reciprocating. But alas, she let me kiss her and the touch of her lips to mine sent pulsing waves of heat roping through my body. I resisted the urge to press forward with more carnal behavior, but I knew that my foot was in the door and that my patience would be rewarded.
And how my patience was rewarded! I was nervous the first night that Jane and I consummated our relationship. She was a very quiet and shy woman, and I knew that any unwanted advances could turn her away. She still had a tendency to ignore me at times, but I chalked it up to a morose form of playing hard to get.
But that particular evening we were locked in the heat of passion and she never offered up any resistance to my advances. She was rigid, perhaps with anticipation, when I entered her, but the overwhelming pleasure that her loins gave me had left me blind to everything but my own insatiable desire for more. She let me dominant her in ways I never imagined a woman would allow. She offered up her body to me and let me treat her as my own private playground to explore and manipulate and use for my own pleasure in whatever manner I chose. I had never experienced a woman like this before and the discovery of a woman so captivated by my sexuality that she would give herself over to me so completely was intoxicating. I was mad with passion and power. If I had been in love with Jane before, then that evening was the vehicle that catapulted me into an entirely different stratum of desire.
But was she in love with me? I noticed that Jane tended to remain silent and.....distant after we made love. Was she disappointed in my performance? Was she feeling guilty? We frequently used work as a place to satisfy our physical cravings for one another. Maybe she felt nervous that someone would see us and that I would be fired as a result. It certainly made me nervous at times. But my biggest fear was that her attraction to me was strictly a physical one. There is no feeling more lonely and pitiful and debilitating than the knowledge that the woman you are in love with wants nothing more from you than the physical pleasure you are able to provide. I had asked her if she loved me and I had declared my own love for her on several occasions, but she never seemed to want to talk about it.
The worry that this problem had begun to cause me had grown into a gripping paranoia, and the nights that I did not see her I was convinced that other men were enjoying the use of my playground. I had built up such a complex about it that I was unable to sleep or think clearly. I could feel my sexual powers draining from me and I became frenzied with the need to assert them. I finally got the nerve to confront her about her wanton behavior and demand that she make some sort of emotional commitment to me, lest my heart be broken once again. I went to work fully prepared to lay it on her, knowing that a woman who so enjoyed being sexually dominated must also find immense attraction to a man so assertive and clear in what he wants, but my boss pulled me aside before I saw Jane. What he told me dropped me into the depths of despair.
He told me that Jane would be leaving the next day, that her family would be taking her away. I fought hard to control my emotions; I could not let him realize that I had developed deep, passionate feelings for Jane in the ten days I had worked with her. Outwardly I remained stoic, but inwardly my whole world crumbled. Her family lived hundreds of miles away, and I knew a long distance relationship with a woman like her would never work.
That evening, our last together, was like no other I had ever experienced. Knowing that I would never see her again, I fought through my tears and depression and made love to her like a man savoring every bite of his last meal before execution. There was nothing I didn't do to her, no boundaries to be rebuffed by, and she let me do it all without the slightest hint of resistance. Ah, the power I had over her! It was incredibly passionate lovemaking, but it saddened me beyond repair to experience such pleasure, such swelling of my ego, knowing that it would be the last time. But I wasn't prepared for what happened next.
I was lying on top of Jane, spent and emptied of my essence, softly nibbling on her anterior trapezius, when my boss suddenly burst into the room. "Holy Shit! What the hell is going on here!?", he shouted at me. I jumped off of Jane and tried to explain myself, but it was useless.
"I'm in love with Jane and she is in love with me, Doctor! You'll never tear us apart!" I looked to Jane, hoping that she would finally confirm that she loved me, but to my dismay she just laid there, naked and motionless. I was appalled that she made no attempt to defend me. "Jesus Christ Jane! Has none of what's happened between us meant anything to you!?" I knew then that her attraction to me was strictly physical; I slumped over in defeat, my heart shattered.
"What the hell are you talking about you sick freak?", the coroner hissed at me. "She's been dead for two weeks."
[/quote]
I didn’t realize she was dead til the beginning of the 6th paragraph. I’m slippin…
[quote]Diluted56 wrote:
[quote]Itchy wrote:
[quote]Diluted56 wrote:
This still gets me everytime I watch it haha:
hilarious, i have tears in my eyes from laughing. [/quote]
Hahaha dude same thing happend to me when my mate showed it to me for the first time, I was so caught off guard lol!! I gotta know where this comes from? Like some japanese game show? haha[/quote]
I found the original unaltered clip…you’re right…it’s from Japan!
[quote]Nards wrote:
[quote]Diluted56 wrote:
[quote]Itchy wrote:
[quote]Diluted56 wrote:
This still gets me everytime I watch it haha:
hilarious, i have tears in my eyes from laughing. [/quote]
Hahaha dude same thing happend to me when my mate showed it to me for the first time, I was so caught off guard lol!! I gotta know where this comes from? Like some japanese game show? haha[/quote]
I found the original unaltered clip…you’re right…it’s from Japan!
Dude lol! How’d you find it? Lotta back alley surfing to find the legendary origins of the chipmunk!?
And what the hell is the japanese game show about? Squirrels? My gooood gravy Im glad the clip only was 40sec lol!
Just saw this the other day and I was cracking up.
[quote]eawhite wrote:
Just saw this the other day and I was cracking up.[/quote]
LOL!
I’ve seen a few of them, I’ll post my favourite later.
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