What can't HECK complain about?

I caught Kris and Fuscia worshiping a Golden Calf. Fuscia had used her kiln to make it.

I destroyed it, and the ground opened up and almost swallowed them, but I had mercy, and instead they only became lepers.

That's right. Lawless is a ****ing leper. Albino looking skin grafted idol worshipper she is.

Sex.

HECK! wrote:

Invisible wrote:

beer

Beer- sweet nectar of the gods or big belly in a can?

As we know booze is the last legal drug and beer is the gateway.

Have you seen these construction guys that are skinny except they look pregnant? Ever go to a hardware store? They load up on the free popcorn and $1 hot dogs and pop a beer in their truck. It all collects in their gut and nowhere else. That's why we have 40x28 size pants at JC Penny.

See, beer also leads to cullinary inhibition. That is to say, you end up shoving greasy fast food down your trap to try and soak up the foamy mess collecting in your liver.

Not to mention the 501 times you have to piss in a night from drinking beer. You don't buy beer, you rent it. And it doesn't help that beer looks the same going in and out. It's almost like you can pee in a cup and have this eternal circle of beer/pee consumption.

And good luck getting a beer at a baseball game without taking out fuckin' loan or a second mortage. $7 for a 12oz beer? Oh, and you'll pay it. Dropping $50 for just over a six pack at the game is insane. But we pay it!

Curse you beer. Curse you.

-HECK!

Hahaha! Good one!

HECK! = King of Comedy.

Heck! is King. He ragged on me, and made me feel good at the same time. That's hard as hell to do.


I bows to zee master.

Whidden wrote:

Heck! is King. He ragged on me, and made me feel good at the same time. That's hard as hell to do.


I bows to zee master.

Nothin' but love homie.

-HECK!

Question, Heck!

What's the hardest thing you've had to write out a complaint for so far?

Probably myself. If you haven't noticed, I love me.

-HECK!

LICKETY wrote:

Sex.

I believe that Lickety tossed out this challenge for you.
And if I was you, I would be VERY careful about what you say.
Otherwise, I'm going to be that you will be having a lot of alone sex, if you know what I mean.

LICKETY wrote:

Sex.

Yeah, as every other living thing, we have this natural, ingrained need to want to fornicate, procreate and masturbate at every chance we get. Now most people just like to practice and don't necessarily try to actually have a baby. But it happens, yet we keep on doing it. Sure we have birth control but there is no 100% answer. So we're basically gambling every single time we have sex. We need sex so bad we are actually prepared to risk CREATING A HUMAN BEING that you are financially, emotionally and legally binded to for 18 years! That's one expensive price to pay for a piece of poon. Women have the most to lose because the guy could just skip out and she's left to either squirt the kid or cut and run.

And just to get it on it can be expensive. People buy condoms, the pill, lube, oil, books, candles, lingerie, toys, porno...

Then there's so many damned diseases out there you can get. Dozens of potentially fatal diseases that people again roll the dice and still do it.

So people are willing to risk dying or having a financial burden for nearly two decades for what could amount to as little as a few minutes of genital rubbing and potential dissapointment. Personally I wonder why anyone does it.

-HECK!

Anything else? Come on...

-HECK!

Heavy Metal Music

HECK! wrote:

Anything else? Come on...

-HECK!

Sure Heck... I've got one for you.

How about your very own feminine side. You knew this was coming.

LICKETY wrote:

Heavy Metal Music

See, there's a difference between music and loud noise. Heavy Metal is right in that gray area and when played too loud will easily get the neighbors in an uproar. Has anyone ever called the cops because the person across the street is playing Jazz too loud? Classical music? How about Folk? No, it's always the tatted up, long-haired asswipe playing Metallica so loud you can literally see his brains oozing out of his ears.

The guitar screeching and random drum beats drown out the already inaudible lyrics, as if they made a lick of sense to begin with.

And try going to a Heavy Metal concert. Every asshole and dipshit from 50 miles around comes there to either fight or urinate in public while watching the band. Some duded up guy that hasn't showered in two weeks, wearing shorts with big military shit kicking boots, no shirt and a leather jacket with 38 patches poorly stitched on promoting shitty bands from a decade earlier.

Heavy Metal music is an anthem for passive aggressive behavior and self-deprivation, all the while causing dipshit kids to act out because of the lyrics.

-HECK!

Quote :

How about your very own feminine side.

Heck!? Are you still thinking this one over?

He usually ignores me!

I'd like to see him complain about his girl and try to get away with it.

I'd like to see HECK complain about his penis.

Yeah, you heard me HECK, your unregistered member.

That's your challenge.

(muwhahahahahaha.....lickety got him good this time....hehehe)

I can just see it now....
HECK: "It's just so big...blah blah blah..)

It's too much power, I can't handle it Captain! That's what Scotty said to Janeway on his wedding night.

Nymphadora wrote:

I can just see it now....
HECK: "It's just so big...blah blah blah..)

Naw, he has to "complain" about it. That is the challenge. By definition:




to express dissatisfaction, pain, uneasiness, censure,
resentment, or grief; find fault:



2.
to tell of one's pains, ailments
Booyah!

yeah he'll be talking about how much of a pain it is for it to be sooo big hahah

My peeps know me too well... let me stew on it for a second and get back here a little later...

-HECK!