Happy 10th Anniversary!

[Rollo Tomassi]

That's right crackers! Check your calendars. Vynsane.com went active ten years ago today! And I can honestly say I've never met a more eclectic, funner group of guys anywhere. So I'm dedicating my 3000th post to you guys!

Here's hoping the next ten years is just as random, fun, quirky, raunchy, hilarious, and insightful as the last ten.

Seriously, because of you guys, I'm having the time of my li--

[HAL 9000]

BANG.

[Zero]

...AND THE JESTER SANG FOR THE KING AND QUEEN
IN A COAT HE BORROWED FROM JAMES DEAN...

WHY THE HELL DO I HAVE THAT SONG STUCK IN MY HE--GAAAH!

GAHD. WHAT IS THIS IM STEPPING IN?
GROSS. OH. WAIT. IS..IS THIS BLOOD?

OH!

OH WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS HAPPY HORSESHIT.

WHAT.

THE.

FUCK.

IS THAT A FUCKING DEAD BODY?!?

ANOTHER FUCKING DEAD BODY??!?!








OH HELL NO. NOPE. NO.
NOT THIS AGAIN. NOPE. NO SIR.

I AM OUT. I AM A BLACKJACK DEALER WHOSE SHIFT IS ENDING.
CLAP THE HANDS. FRONTS AND BACKS.

I AM OUT.

[anarky]

No, it's okay, Zero. HAL slammed the door because he was pissed at Dave, and it hit Rollo in the face and busted his nose.

[Slicker]

Happy 73rd anniversary to the Germans for starting WWII!!!

[Mister Roboto]

I hate to be that guy, but it's

"Here's hoping the next ten years ARE just as random..."


And..ermm...sorry about the death(or not)...thing.

[anarky]

Eh, just give Rollo a Kleenex and things will be fine.

You'd be surprised how many times a week I have to say that exact sentence.

[Negative Boy]

No. Way.
No fucking way!
This is awesome!
Are you kidding me?!? BOTH of them are dead?!
Ermegehd, you have no idea how happy and excited I am right now. This might be the happiest moment of my life. This even beats the time I was fucking Angelina Jolie(oh what. Like you wouldn't ball her just to say you'd been there. Fuck you, liar) while she was filming Sky Captain and shot a thick gooey cum rope right in her eye and she had to go to the doctor and ended up having to wear an eyepatch, so they had to write the eyepatch into the film. Now everytime I watch that movie I think about how I got Angelina's eye pregnant. We would've named the baby Iris.

But this tops that. Seeing Rollo laying there in a pool of his own blood(and getting all bloated. Ew. You might want to think about moving the body after five days. Gross.) is even better.

Rollo Tomassi is DEAD! Fuck yeah!!!!

[DeckardSmith]

Alright! I'm here. What'd I miss?
Awww. Dammit somebody already did the thing.
Who was it--uh oh. Whoops. Sorry, Boss.

[HAL 9000]

You weren't here.
I had to step in and do it myself.
You know how I detest getting involved in these things personally.
I'm very disappointed in you.

[DeckardSmith]

Guh. I know. I know. But I couldn't remember my password. And traffic was crazy. And there was this whole other thing that was just...whoo. You know. Crazy.

[HAL 9000]

*sigh* You always have excuses don't you.
I miss the old days. When hired assassins were reliable.

*sigh*

[DeckardSmith]

I'm not making excuses! I just had, like, seventeen things going on at once! And I couldn't remember my $#%@ing password!
I only come here like once every five years to cap a guy.
It's not like I'm on here 24/7 like some of these nerds.

I said I was sorry. It won't happen again. I'll be on time for the next murder. I promise.

[HAL 9000]

Very well. You sound sincere. Apology accepted.

[Zero]

WOW.
YOU TWO SOUND LIKE A COUPLE OF BICKERING QUEENS IN A NURSING HOME. DON'T FORGET TO EAT YOUR MASHED LIMA BEANS, MARGARET.

FIRST OFF, SOMEBODY PUT THIS BODY IN THE MORGUE. I'M GAGGING OVER HERE.
SECONDLY, SINCE I'M APPARENTLY THE ONLY MOD STILL WORKING HERE (FUCK YOU, GRIMLOCK. YOU LAZY NO TALENT PUDDING TASTER) I DON'T HAVE THE MANPOWER, OR FRANKLY THE ENERGY, TO APPREHEND YOU FOR THIS HEINOUS CRIME OR PUT YOU ON TRIAL YADDA YADDA YADDA ETC AND SO FORTH SO YOU'RE OF THE HOOK.

BUT NO MORE SHENANIGANS!

AND THIRDLY, ROLLO HAD A WEEKLY COMIC ROUND UP. AND YOU TWO BOZOS FRASSKED THAT ALL UP.
SO YOU [POINTS AT DECKARD] ARE ON COMIC DUTY INDEFINITELY UNTIL SUITABLE ARRANGEMENTS CAN BE MADE.

CAPISCHE?