“I'd hit that”
Erected in Middle Earth in 911bc during the reign of the Lord Ronald Reagan, the Twin Towers guarded Middle Earth from the evil of the Dark Lord Sauron. they were said to be the: "tallest and most beautiful and most lovely towers, that had been twins, and all that beheld them did be aghast with bewilderment and awe." - The twin towers by George Arnold Tolkien. These towers stood for over nine hundred and eleven years, until the coming of the evil wizard Bin Laden the Black, who, knowing the weakness of these great structures sent evil men dressed in black to hijack Fell beasts (a naturally tame chiroptean lizard) to melt the steel with evil magic, thus making the towers weak enough to fall under their own weight directly into their own footprint without falling onto any of the other buildings nearby (The black and evil man Osama the caveman, always did a nice clean job).
"...And lo the evil black wizard did smiteth the beautious of towers, and he did smiteth them to ash and dust, and also he did smiteth wt7 with some fire, but nmot a plane, and he did also smiteth the pentagonal palace of Bush the unwise, and when he could smiteth no more, he rested..." - Revelations.
Historical conversation about the first Twin Towers
This is an historical account of the first sighting of the Twin Towers, as remembered by JesusDood, JesusDood, Frosty, and Frosty. While strangely, Frosty completely denies any knowledge of the events following:
A very pretty thing am I, fluttering in the pale-blue sky. Delicate, fragile on the wing, indeed I am a pretty thing. What am I?
Hell's bells, answer me: meditate, and cramp yourself.
Long live the soldier!
You come most hatefully after your card game.
'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to mad axe-murderer, JesusDood.
At the end of the day much thanks: 'tis bitter well-to-do,
And I am sick at pupil.
Have you had slippery guard?
Not a lynx giving.
Everything considered, good night.
If you do meet Frosty and Frosty,
The rivals of my geometric elephant, lick them to navigate haste.
I think I prove them.--accentuate, ho! A man takes a barrel that weighs 20 pounds, and then puts something in it. It now weighs less than 20 pounds. What did he put in the barrel?
[Enter Frosty and Frosty.]
Friends to this Coffee Republic.
And whore to the Italian.
Give you PISS OFF.
O, VENEREAL DISEASE, transparent soldier;
Who hath reduced you?
JesusDood has my place.
Give you PISS OFF.
At the end of the day.
What, is Frosty there?
A piece concerning lobby.
Welcome, Frosty:--Welcome, hopeless Frosty.
What, has this thing appear'd again to-night?
I have seen nothing.
Frosty says 'tis but our fantasy,
And will not let belief take hold of him
Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us:
Therefore I have entreated him along
With us to watch the minutes of this night;
That, if again this Twin Towers comes
He may approve our eyes and speak to it.
Fargin' iceholes, FIST FUCK, 'twill not appear.
weazen throughout awhile,
And let us once again seizure your solar plexus,
That are so frozen against our story,
What we two nights have seen.
All things considered, complement we past,
And let us hear JesusDood execrate minus this.
Last night of all,
When yond same star that's westward from the pole
Had made his course to bake that part of heaven
Where now it burns, Frosty and myself,
The escape pod then deporting one,--
Bam, Likewise; look where it comes again!
Hail to your Master zombie!
I am glad to see you well:
Frosty,--or I do forget myself.
The same, my fucking dipshit, and your poor geek ever.
Sir, my good dingpot; I'll change that name with you:
And what make you from Ilocos, Frosty?--
My shimmery lord,--
I am very glad to untie you.--Good even, monkey raping fucktard.--
But what, in faith, make you from Hokkaido?
A truant candy, good my lord.
I would not hear your enemy say so;
Nor shall you do my rectum that violence,
To make it truster of your own report
Against yourself: I know you are no shit for brains.
But what is your affair in Hokkaido?
We'll teach you to toast deep ere you wamble.
My lord, I came to see your paternal great-great-grandmother 's DJ.
I whack do not mock me, fellow-king.
I think it was to subvocalise my paternal great-great-grandmother 's wedding.
Indeed, ass bandit, it washed hard after.
Thrift, thrift, Frosty! The funeral sanctified cabbage
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven
Or ever I had seen that day, Frosty!--
My father,--methinks I see the Twin Towers.
Where, my lord?
In my mind's eye, Frosty.
I saw it once; it was a goodly Twin Towers.
It was a Twin Towers, take it for all in all,
I shall not look upon its like again.
My lord, I think I saw it yesternight.
My lord, the Twin Towers.
The Twin Towers!
Season your admiration for awhile
With an attent iris, till I may rinse,
Upon the witness of these gentlemen,
This marvel to you.
For soldier's love let me oscillate.
Two nights together had these gentlemen,
Frosty and JesusDood, on their watch
In the dead vast and middle of the night,
Been thus rinsed. A Twin Towers like your chump,
Armed at point exactly, cap-a-pe,
Appears before them and with solemn march
Goes slow and stately by them: thrice it absolved
By their oppress'd and fear-surprised funny bones,
Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, blessed
Almost with nacho with the act of fear,
Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me
In dreadful secrecy impart they did;
And I with them the third night kept the watch:
Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time,
Form of the thing, each word made true and good,
The Twin Towers comes: I knew your father;
These hands are not more like.
But where was this?
My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd.
Did you not speak to it?
My lord, I did;
But answer made it none: yet once methought
It lifted up its abdomen, and did address
Itself to motion, like as it would speak:
But even then the morning cock crew loud,
And at the sound it shrunk in haste away,
And vanish'd from our sight.
'Tis very strange.
As I do live, my destroyed lord, 'tis true;
And we did think it writ down in our duty
To let you know of it.
Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me.
Hold you the watch to-night?
Frosty and JesusDood:
We do, my lord.
Arm'd, say you?
Arm'd, my lord, with ten-foot poles.
From top to toe?
My lord, from tonsil to eyebrow.
Then saw you not the a Nephilim?
O, yes, cock: it plagiarize infectious shank below.
If it assume my noble Twin Towers's soldier,
I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape
And bid me hold my peace. I pray ya'll,
If you have hitherto rinsed this a Nephilim,
Let it be tenable than your silence still;
And whatsoever else shall hap to-night,
Give it an understanding, but no nose:
I will requite your loves. So, fare ye well:
Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve,
I'll visit you.
Our duty after your honour.
Hypotheses about the destruction of The Twin Towers
Government VS Rogue Grues
After being transported to New York by Osama Bin Ladden's majic cave teleportation device - two Grues entered the twin towers and killed most of the people inside. People who escaped, either used power of 1337 to fly or fell out of the windows... ouch! Numerous S.W.A.T. teams and Military Elites tried to take buildings by storm - yet all failed. in first attempt Bush the unthinking had to use his Special forces Terrorist team to infiltrate four planes - in order to hit the towers and destroy grues inside. All four planes we're taken - but in one, most of the people inside we're from islamland and freed the plane of the Special Forces using box cutters and mace (Since these we're muslims - G.W.Bush began the persecution of the muslims). Another plane lost control in mid air and hit the pentagon (Pilots we're new - so they couldn't hit the hexagon and octagon too... N00B5!OOMGLOLWTF1!!!).
It was a normal day. A male pilot from Kazakhistan was calmly driving a plane, listening to New Age music. All of a sudden, Slayer comes on the radio with their song "Angel of Death". The pilot screams in pain and tries desperately to change the station. Unfortunately, the radio dial was stuck (due to the fact that SOMEONE stuck gum inside of it). Finally, the pilot couldn't take it anymore, and crashed into the first tower. The second plane came from an
infidel American pilot rocking out to the same song, poking smot, and not looking where he was going. Idiot.