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General Discussion / Happy Birthday Flounderman
« on: February 07, 2015, 11:48:01 PM »
ayy lmao

Mrs. McGruder's House / the entire clockcrew is BB10
« on: December 27, 2014, 11:19:56 AM »
its true

General Discussion / The Spring Haiku Thread
« on: April 30, 2014, 03:43:13 PM »
This is a thread for posting haikus for spring.
I'll start:

Flowers aren't worth this
Drippy goddamn misery
Tweet tweet little bird

Reception Desk / I'm back, Clock Crew.
« on: November 28, 2013, 03:52:52 AM »
Hey. I've been gone a while, and I think there's a pretty good reason for that. I was never much of a contributing member of the Crew. In everything I've done and everything I've been, I've been shameful. I'd been harboring quite a bit of personal anxiety over that, but it all came to a head a few years ago with the Power of Three flash contest. Loki, Mechanus and I wanted to make a game, and it looked like it would've been a pretty good one. Mechanus had the coding covered, Loki was putting together some music, and I was working on the art. It was set to be a pretty amusing game, and a very surreal one, but I let them down, and in a lot of ways that was the last straw for me. It just wasn't fun after that. It was one thing for me to just sit around and bitch about the lack of flash, but it was another to put someone else's effort on the line and let it go to waste. Mechanus never talked to me after that, and I've spoken to Loki twice since, if I recall correctly. At the time, Loki was pretty much my best friend here. I feel terrible about it.

I'm not without excuses, I suppose. I had a lot on my mind. At least one of you already knows about this, but I was having a hard time with my stepfather. There's no way to sugarcoat it. He molested me over the course of four years, from shortly before I joined here to about a year before I left. He was controlling and abusive in other ways, too. Hell, half the reason I didn't work on the game as much as I could have was that at the time of production he was trying to force me off the internet by dragging the computer out into the kitchen and monitoring my time on it. A lot of the material for the game would've been hard to explain, but that's still a shit reason to fuck over my friends. And really, that's what you guys were to me. My stepdad had made violation into a way of life for me, and in the real world, I was cold, apathetic and jumpy. I weirded people out. For the years that he fucked with my head, you guys were the only friends I had. This was the only community I could go to. Even if you don't believe me(and I saw what happened with Splatter, there's precedent), I appreciate that. And I want back in.

<3, Silly Putty Clock

General Discussion / Em: Rappercussions of Evil
« on: December 19, 2012, 11:07:45 PM »
Marshall Mathers waited. The lights above him blinked and sparked out of the air. There was ICP in the base. He didn’t see them, but had expected them now for years. His warnings to Dr Dre were not listenend to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.
Eminem was a rapper for nine years. When he was young he watched Run-DMC and NWA and he said to mom “I want to get on the mic mommy.”
Mom said “No! You will BE KILL BY JUGGALOS”
There was a time when he believed her. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the studio base of Aftermath Records he knew there were juggalos.
“This is Dre” the radio crackered. “You must fight the juggalos!”
So Eminem gotted his phresh beats and blew up the wall.
“HE GOING TO DISS US” said the ninjas
“I will diss at him” said Shaggy 2 Dope and he laid down the tracks. Eminem rhymeed at him and tried to blew him up. But then the ceiling fell and they were trapped and not able to rap.
“No! I must diss the juggalos” he shouted
Dr Dre said “Slim Shady, you a basehead”
And then he was wasted.

Mrs. McGruder's House / attn lump: your a butt
« on: September 02, 2012, 08:09:24 PM »
fuck you

Mrs. McGruder's House / Forgot about B
« on: February 19, 2012, 03:09:50 AM »
Y'all know me, still the SBC,
But I been low-key
Hated on by most norwegians
With cold seas, fat seals and no B's, no skills and no keys
No votes, no webhosting and no V's
Mad at me cause
I can finally afford to provide my spammers with Adobe
Got a site with a forum and it's all full of flash
To add to the top 50 stash
Hangin up in the NG in back of my house like trophies
But ya'll think I'm gonna let my hands freeze
Ho please
You better bow down on both knees
Who you think taught you to blame Tree
Who you think brought you the ol' B's
Strawberries, Stranges and Lincoln Z's and Slur P and double E's
And a crew that said muthafuck the furries
Gave you a method of vote sleaze
To bump when you spam in your hood
And when your movie scores wasn't doin too good
Who's the clock that he told you to go see?
Ya'll better listen up closely
All you fuckers that said that you like locks
Or the lame glocks
ya'll are the reason I ain't been getting no sleep
So fuck ya'll all of ya'll
If ya'll don't like me blow me
Ya'll are gonna keep fuckin around with me
And turn me back to the old me

[chorus x2-Olskoo]
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothin comes out when they move their lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And muthafuckas act like they forgot about B

Mrs. McGruder's House / I'm afraid the time has come to turn myself in.
« on: December 02, 2011, 02:54:43 AM »
All this time, I've been the chairman of the Illanimati.
Yes, it was me along, pulling the strings behind the scenes. Pushing you all into place, pawns in my Light-esque master keikaku. Few have dared to dream of the horrible deeds I have committed in the name of my grand designs... And yet I look on it all not with regret, but with pride. For I have seen the light upon the gilded rooftops of the land of the rising sun, and I know in my heart that it is Japan, yes, Japan, that will unite us all in a glorious new world order. A world where used panties are plentiful in supply, and zaibatsus rule the earth. A world where bishies sparkle. A world of zettai ryouiki and moe waifus. A harem for all! Yes, all of this, and more. Truly, a utopian vision.
Why have I chosen to reveal myself? Because my work is nearly done. Even as we speak, the influence of my organization spreads, and me... Well, I'm afraid I've outlived my own usefulness as the head of the Illanimati. And thus, as a faithful servant of my cause, I deign to turn myself in. Do to me what you will. If I die, I die with a smile on my face. =^_^=

Mrs. McGruder's House / Jimmy Wales is Watching You
« on: November 19, 2011, 02:49:48 AM »

« on: October 19, 2011, 11:58:22 PM »

Mrs. McGruder's House / I love being a cynical bastard
« on: October 08, 2011, 08:08:19 PM »
you fuckers can't talk me down from this high

Mrs. McGruder's House / i;m drunk, ask me anything
« on: October 01, 2011, 07:27:04 PM »
as long as it's about butts

Mrs. McGruder's House / I wanna be sedated.
« on: August 28, 2011, 07:03:06 PM »
24, 24 hours to go.

« on: August 02, 2011, 12:22:17 AM »

Mrs. McGruder's House / Winger is a pussy band for pussies
« on: June 24, 2011, 02:46:27 AM »

do you agree (y/n)

Mrs. McGruder's House / THE CLOCK CREW NEEDS MORE...
« on: June 11, 2011, 03:21:52 AM »

Pokemon Stadium / ILL DRAW U
« on: June 10, 2011, 02:28:44 PM »

I haven't done anything even remotely artistic in a really long time. I want to change that. BE MY MUSES

Mrs. McGruder's House / Francis E. Dec, Esq
« on: June 06, 2011, 09:37:06 PM »
Hilarious shit.
LOOK AT THE PICTURE!!! See the skull, the part of bone removed, the "master-race" Frankenstein radio controls, the Brain-thoughts Broadcasting Radio, the Eyesight Television, the Frankenstein Earphone Radio, the Threshold Brainwash Radio, the latest new skull reforming to contain ALL Frankenstein Controls, even in THIN skulls of WHITE PEDIGREE MALES! Visible Frankenstein controls! The synthetic nerve-radio directional antennae loop! Make copies for yourself! There is NO ESCAPE from this worst gangster police state, using ALL of the deadly gangster Frankenstein controls!

In 1965, CIA gangster police BEAT ME BLOODY, dragged me IN CHAINS from Kennedy New York Airport! Since then I HIDE in forced jobless poverty, isolated alone in this low deadly norwegiantown old house. The brazen, deadly Gangster Police and norwegianpuppet underlings spray me with POISON NERVE GAS from automobile exhausts and even lawnmowers! DEADLY ASSAULTS, even in my yard with knives, even bricks and stones, even DEADLY TOUCH TABIN or ELECTRIC SHOCK FLASHLIGHTS; even remote electronically controlled around-corners-projection of DEADLY TOUCH TARANTULA SPIDERS or even bloody-murder "accidents" to shut me up forever with a Sneak Undetectable Extermination! Even with trained parroting puppet assassins in MAXIMUM SECURITY INSANITY PRISON for writing these unforgivable TRUTHS!!

Until my undetectable extermination, I, Francis E. Dec, esq., 29 Maple Avenue, Hampstead, New York, I STAND ALONE against your mad, deadly, worldwide conspiratorial Gangster Computer God Communism with wall-to-wall deadly Gangster protection, life-long sworn conspirators, Murder Incorporated, organized crime, the police and judges, the Deadly Sneak Parroting Puppet Gangsters using all the Gangster deadly Frankenstein controls! These hangmanrope sneak deadly gangsters, the judges and the police, trick, trap, rob, wreck, butcher, and MURDER the people to keep them TERRORIZED in Gangster Frankenstein earphone radio slavery for the Communist Gangster Government and con-artist Parroting Puppet Gangster-playboy scum-on-top! The secret work of all police, in order to maintain a Communist "closed society"! The same worldwide mad deadly Communist gangster computer god that controls YOU as a terrorized Gangster Frankenstein Earphone Radio slave! Parroting Puppet, you are a terrorized member of the "MASTER RACE" worldwide 4 BILLION eye-sight television camera guinea pig Communist Gangster Computer God MASTER RACE! You're LIVING, THINKING mad, deadly worldwide Communist Gangster Computer God SECRET OVERALL PLAN: WORLDWIDE LIVING DEATH FRANKENSTEIN SLAVERY to explore and control the ENTIRE UNIVERSE with the endless "STAIRWAY TO THE STARS" - namely the manmade inside-out planets with nucleonic powered speeds MUCH faster than the speed of light! Look up and see the Gangster Computer God concocted NEW FAKE STARRY SKY! The worldwide completely controlled deadly degenerative climate and atmosphere through the new world round Translucent Exotic Gaseous Envelope which the worldwide Communist Gangster Computer God MANIPULATES through countless exactly positioned satellites; THE NEW FAKE PHONY "STARS" IN THE SYNTHETIC "SKY"!!

For AGES before Frankenstein Controls apeoidic norwegians interbreedable with APES had no alphabet, not even NUMERALS! Slavery conspiracy over 300 years ago ideally tiny-brained apeoidic norwegian Gangster government Eyesight TV Gangster spy cameras, Computer God New World Order DEGENERATION!
When "gifted" with all Gangster Frankenstein controls, norwegian deadly Gangster Parroting Puppet or norwegiantrained PROGRAMMED ROBOTS DEADLY APE-FRANKENSTEIN MACHINES!! Degenerative disease to ETERNAL Frankenstein slavery!! Overall plan through "ONE WORLD COMMUNISM" (Top Secret codeword!!!) meaning "worldwide absolutely helpless-and-hopeless simple-languaged mongrel-mulatto- apeoidic norwegianS"!!

Worldwide, systematic instant plastic surgery BUTCHERY MURDER, fake ageing so ALL people are dead or useless by age 70! Done at night to YOU as a Frankenstein slave! Parroting puppet Gangster slave, now even you know I am a MENACE to your worldwide, mad, deadly Communist Gangster Computer God! Therefore, I must go to extermination. Before I am exterminated by this gangster, Computer God concocted and controlled worst mongrel organized crime murder incorporated Gangster Communist government, I hand YOU the secrets to save the entire human race, and the entire UNIVERSE!

Donate money, or even a manual typewriter to me, FOR YOUR ONLY HOPE FOR A FUTURE!!

« on: June 02, 2011, 10:50:00 PM »

Mrs. McGruder's House / you guys are my dominatrices
« on: May 15, 2011, 01:25:16 PM »
I've been a naughty boy, what do I do?

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