How about Nightmare on Elm Street II. You'll be the gay gym teacher that gets whipped to death by Freddie.

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Hooray for catharsis!

do u think they will end up makeing superman vs batman i mean since both of the movies are new

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Superman and Batman are both good guys and are both members of the Justice League. They would not fight each other. However, Superman would kick Batman's ass because Superman has superpowers and Batman does not. I love Batman but he seriously would get is Bat-ass handed to him.

Batman would win because he has all the weakness of other superheroes memorized and he always carries a piece of kryptonite with him in case Superman goes nuts.

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It was such a waste of everyone’s time and money that even the Tokyo stadium’s rape robots apologized– something they were programmed specifically never to do.

Maybe sebra would get caught in the batmarang/heat vision crossfire.

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the kid's getting old, the kid's getting old

this sebra fellow seems to be a mighty big flamer

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Dr. Dre: The REAL Best Rapper alive.

Sebra is a retarded Yakov Shmirnov

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possible savior probable SEX MACHINE

Try reading "The Dark Knight Returns" by Frank Miller sometime. Batman fucks Superman's dumb ass up big time.

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Legend, oh legend, the third wheel legend...always in the way.

im the biggest movie fan

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you're the biggest faggot

who is goig to see nacho libre

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I think jokes are supposed to be in movies.

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possible savior probable SEX MACHINE

adam sanler

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what happen to blood comics

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biped u like 2pac

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This one goes out to sebra from 2pac

i have all the cds

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school is out guys

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Dear sebra,

After seeing this thread consistently stay at the top of RMDC for the last eight months, I've come to a simple conclusion:

I hope you die a slow, excrutiatingly painful death. Nothing quick. I hope your death is VD-related. Not AIDS; that's too cliche. I hope you die of syphillis. Or better yet, I hope you get herpes so bad you literally scratch your needle-dick off, and subsequently die from blood-loss. Then your parents find you with your pants around your ankles, bleeding profusely from your disease-ridden cock. Your mom cries, but your dad just shakes his head at what a disappointment you've been. Your death should be ultra-humiliating, something that snags you a Darwin award. Nothing less will do. After you're dead, I hope every sick fuck in the country flocks to your grave so they can use your skull as a bathroom AND a cum-rag. I hope maggots and rats feast on your eyeballs, creating ideal orifices for the penises of a thousand obese necrophiliacs. I hope a grave-robber mistakes you for someone important down the line, desecrates your grave and scatters your cum-stained bones all over the place without bothering to rebury you. Then I hope some reanimated skeletons use your ribs as a xylophone just like in those old 'Disney' shorts. Then out of nowhere, some confused F16 pilot mistakes your grave-site for an insurgent's hideout and drops two 500 pound bombs on your remains, completely incinerating whatever was left. The End.

Some people will say I'm exaggerating. I'm not! That's honestly what I want to have happen to you; nothing more. Nothing less.

ok, thnx, have a nice day :-)

Inflatable_Man.

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Destroying my reputation one post at a time.

i promised myself i wouldn't post in this thread anymore. but i had to.

that was fuckin great.

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Kill Whitey.

quote:

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Dear sebra,

After seeing this thread consistently stay at the top of RMDC for the last eight months, I've come to a simple conclusion:

I hope you die a slow, excrutiatingly painful death. Nothing quick. I hope your death is VD-related. Not AIDS; that's too cliche. I hope you die of syphillis. Or better yet, I hope you get herpes so bad you literally scratch your needle-dick off, and subsequently die from blood-loss. Then your parents find you with your pants around your ankles, bleeding profusely from your disease-ridden cock. Your mom cries, but your dad just shakes his head at what a disappointment you've been. Your death should be ultra-humiliating, something that snags you a Darwin award. Nothing less will do. After you're dead, I hope every sick fuck in the country flocks to your grave so they can use your skull as a bathroom AND a cum-rag. I hope maggots and rats feast on your eyeballs, creating ideal orifices for the penises of a thousand obese necrophiliacs. I hope a grave-robber mistakes you for someone important down the line, desecrates your grave and scatters your cum-stained bones all over the place without bothering to rebury you. Then I hope some reanimated skeletons use your ribs as a xylophone just like in those old 'Disney' shorts. Then out of nowhere, some confused F16 pilot mistakes your grave-site for an insurgent's hideout and drops two 500 pound bombs on your remains, completely incinerating whatever was left. The End.

Some people will say I'm exaggerating. I'm not! That's honestly what I want to have happen to you; nothing more. Nothing less.

ok, thnx, have a nice day :-)

Inflatable_Man.

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I don't care who said it; THAT was the best comeback of all time.

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More lust than you can shake a stick at.

I can't imagine how unlucky someone would have to be to get traped in the woods only too find a hungry bear that wants to east you.

i bet humpenstien aready did it

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i hate all the new fags like goldenchild and all the others

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