Creepers have far more involved lives after work hours than I ever would have considered.
By Boojamon
Posted by Shawn Handyside on October 26, 2011 · 11:30 PM |
Categories: Artistic, Cutesy Wutesy, Depressing, Explosives, Gentlemen, Minecraft, Off Duty, Secret Items, Sequential Art, True Love · Leave a comment () 81 Comments |
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Huh. I must have stepped into a strange parallel universe where creepers sustain random syllables that aren't S. How quaint.
*insert witty minecraft/creeper joke here*
how does one huge green cock fuck another huge green cock?
Obligatory.
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Wait, a Creeper showing more than one emotion? Sssomeone call Keannu Reeves, 'cause, if what I'm thinking's true, that creeper's newly discovered expressions are gonna blow right up in its face!
Poor guy, i heard his wife was da bomb…
Thereafter, a discovery was made of a silent killer that comes in the night, taking the lives of innocent people with an incredibly sharp club.
The peach skined creature was henceforth deemed "The Creeper".
This presentation was brought to you by the historic society to the green folk.
Poor guy… hasn't he sulphured enough?
Holy crap! Minecraft with hats!
<img src="http://curezone.com/upload/Members/new03/Evil_Monkey_301.gif" alt="" width="333" height="300" />Poor creeper I guess he and the monkey rel="nofollow">are not so different.
Poor Mr. Astley
Wait, never played Minecraft, is that grey floating thing what is left when you kill a creeper?
*Southern drawl* We don't take to kindly to giant green penises around these parts. *Spits*
don´t be sad man
she was cheating on you, she was always running after the first man that got in front of her.
dont worry just get another 4 of those and 4 sand blocks, combine them and you got your wifes brain back, all you need is a body……
many must die for the human race to survive
10 pounds of sulphur, 8 grams of sand, 8.5 pounds of dead leaves, and a cup of flour added to the mix are the basic ingredients for a creeper's body. The soul is another matter…That creeper doesn't have anything to offer equivalent in value to the "soul" of his wife.
I am vengeance… I am the night
I AM SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Wait…why didn't he take the gunpowder!? :o
technically it's "Steve?" (not joking here)
Do the creep! Do the creep! Aaahh!
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I feel sad for him. If i was a creeper and stepped on the gunpowder remains of my creeper wife, i would get so mad that i would explode next to anyone i see!
He then swore his life to eliminating humans as the terrifying vigilante; Creepunisher!