Quotes and Stuff from Yu-Gi-Oh! the Abridged Series

One of the most hilarious things ever. And here are a few pictures, jokes, and quotes from the series.

*Miiiind Cruuush*

This one picture summarizes these characters so well.

Bandit Keith’s Catch Phrase that make total sense.

I love the scene where Bandit Keith is telling his three henchmen to get lost and get off Duel Kingdom Island. He does so by saying to get out of America. And when they respond with the logical ‘this isn’t America’, he replies with “All countries belong to America!”. “…So how are we supposed to leave then?” “I don’t know!”

Joey’s trying reaaally hard to make it his thing.

Main character- he can get away with anything. When he cheats, he doesn’t.

Recall Bakura’s sad, sad past.

One does not simply forget the trauma of their father pouring boiling tea over one’s mother and asking “Why so British?!!” repeatedly.

Episode One- It lacked a lotta logic.

I gotta say…that’s a creepy smile, Kaiba O.o

Pew pew.

Suuuure.

And yet Bakura and Marak are constantly shipped together both in fan fictions and in this series. They are both characters portrayed to be gay-

As you can clearly see, Bakura isn’t very fond with admitting to it. He likes his British excuse.

I’m sure this is what it’s going to be like when I finally go back to watching the actual Yu-Gi-Oh! soon enough.

My sentiments exactly. And my face exactly too. Never would I have thought I’d have the same expression as the all handsome Duke Devlin =| =/ =P

Aaaand now I’m off to watch some more of the series :3

Go watch it 😀 Well, before I watched it on that other site I mentioned before, but it didn’t have any episodes after 35. I couldn’t find any, at least. So I started watching it on dailymotion.com. They’re available there, albeit with French Subs for some reason =P

But there nonetheless and funnyyy~

So now I poof to go watch it =)

Laterrr~

Crazy, Chocolate, and Cookies,
-Ze

 

 

A lil’ Story about a Charles and a Miss C

So I finished Paper Towns by John Green yesterday. But thats not what thats about. thats where this BEGAN. So here we go, and only wait to see where we shall end up. Let the way my brain works fascinate and baffle you now.

So Paper Towns. Johh Green. Discussing with Shallot. But then, we start discussing book collaborations, like WIll Grayson, WIll Grayson. Where, according to ayesha, the authos collaborated in a mind-boggingly brilliant way. They both name their characters Will Grayson. Thats all with the collaboration. They then just move on and write their own stories, of two different characters, two different entities, two different minds and bodies. They just share the same name. and then the two meet.

and up til that meeting, they dont show each other their work. Their writing, their stories of their WIll Grayson so far. And so that’s what we are doing. Ayesha and I are writing a small or short story (haha, lets just SEE how short itll be with me writing half of it =P) and were collaborating like that. with just a name to know. but we did collaborate a bit more, so the stories can mesh more, and since we arent proffesional authors like the authors of Will Grayson, Will Grayson, we decided to share some information about the characters to each other. Like how one shall be a girl, the other a dude. Im writing in the point of view of the dude, obviously. and ayeshas doing the chick. and so then we’ve got the shared name, as well as the shared age (17, junior in high school.) Ah, but the name. We decided on Taylor and then i rapidfire last names (DeLucas and Rosenfield were shot down =( ) and i said Sharbatski, like Robin Sharbatski, from How I met Your Mother. Wohoo. so now weve got Taylor Sharbatski. and then i threw in one other common ground…they should have the same letter middle name, but we should give them different middle names. So we decided on the letter C. this will also make it possible for us to distinguish between our two characters. (ahem, besides the fact that they are both of different genders…)

SO my dudes named Taylor Charles Sharbatski. and hes going to be the funny main character with a serious and philosophical best friend. and hes going to have the annoying ability of being that american (gora, HAH.) boy that shall randomly and spontaneously ‘put on airs’ with the assistance of a fake british accent, wohoo!

(shallot was actually worried that i wouldnt be able to find a dude middle name that began with the letter C. I said into the phone, around 3 seconds after she said that ‘Charles’. and that is the end of that.)

So her characters Taylor C. Sharbatski, a little Miss C to me, since i dont yet know her middle name. and thats that.

Our characters will both be in the wonderful continent of the United States of America, and shall both be- i forgot. no, i SERIOUSLY forgot. .____. oh nuo.

oh wait, no i remember. this is the part where i explain how we non-proffesional writers shall be going about this collabortation. were doing a short story, remember, so its going to be 5 chapters each. with no limit as to how long each chapter can be, which works perfectly for the both of us. and then after we make it to the third chapter, we shall read each others works so that we can see the stories and life of the other Taylor C. Sharbatski. Then we shall collaborate and find a way to make the two meet some where in their lives. and then well take the story somewhere from there. yeah, well totally cross that bridge when we get there.

I suggested we have the two meet on a school trip and have them get the wrong keys to the other Taylors room. that could be fun. (haha, i can see Miss C walk in on the serious philosophical friend reading Moby Dick and just be like ‘da hell..?’ and i can TOTALLY see Charles turn around in a swivel chair, close a book he was supposedly reading (upsidedown), and say ‘ive been expecting you…’ only to have Miss C’s roomie walk in, whos a girl, duh. The look on his face when he sees a girl walk in will be hilarious. he could fall out of his chair and be like ‘thank the lord!’ in his head. Oh, if im narrating. and if we do that. la la la~)

So now i have to decide whether i want to type this out HERE or on my laptop, on MS word. thing is, i really hate MS word =/ but ill need a constant internet connection on this thing, so i  might not be able to do it as often, like when the nets down, or at school, or whatever. bleh. so lets just see.

But yeah. Writing a storyyyy, yeah!

Crazy, Chocolate, and Cookies,
-Ze

 

What if One Googles Irish…?

So i was hit with this memory of seeing this one 9gag post where a dude had googled ‘the most british picture on the internet’, hit images, and saw the first picture that caused the post to be born. It was Mr. Bean, riding a horse, on a black Sedan-like Mercedez Benez and the Big Ben in the background with the queen waving in a corner, the union jack everywhere, that epic Royal Guard with their red uniform and black furry skyscrapper hats…and other stuff i cant recall =P

SO i wanted to google something like that too =) but German was pretty expectable, with those bartenderish chicks with huge boobs in green plaid dresses and braided up hair and white lace. Holding alotta beer, in those huuuge, tall and glass mugs. And then id already seen the american one- i shall now proceed to find it since it was REALLY hilarious. both, actually. if i do find them, i shall post them in here too. hang on. lemmeh get mah google on ^_^

WO-o-ooW. I just googled ‘the most american picture ever’ and there are just too many good ones!! So ive put some of the best ones. Yay =3

Now, this was the first one, and i think its pretty epic. who wouldnt?

bad george washington, trying to copy natsumi and shit

^Badass Washington. Copying Natsumi and shit (Luka) (from Alice Academy.)

Now the rest are just too cool to be ignored. Like Honest Abe here in the top left corner, on a bear…

come at me, bro! said Honest Abe

'Merica Since

^The eagles got lazer eyes…different colored lazer eyes O.o and theres Captain America, very nice, oh, look! Wooven bacon. now that IS american =P

Dat Hamburger

^Two words. Dat Hamburger. *Ham Burger. *three words. he he he, woops =P

Now, fair warning, the next ones explicit with some chicks in bikinis. avert your eyes now if you mind or find it indecent or whatever. scroll fast, fast! Theres still the British photos i gotta post with the Doctor and the Queen…

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^Is Lady Liberty brandishing a lightsaber? Wickeeeeeed.

And, aplty enough with the wicked (Ron Weasleyyy~!), onwards to Great Britain!

The most british thing everrr!

^And here she is, the most British picture. Its got The Doctor, Her Majesty in a photoshopped jearesy, what i assume to be an incomplete Union Jack on her face, and the Royal Guard, course. And atleast one pair of monocles. And a Cocker Spaniel, i think? well, whatever, dat dog. and tea. mhmm. clear pass. its also got Sherlock so alls right in the universe ❤

now just for one other coolio Brit pic i found. And this ones got Harry Potter, Mary Poppins, and even 007, my senior partner in beating up crime. atleast, when im 003.

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And nooow, finallyy, to move on to the POINT of this post in the first place. What came up when i googled ‘the most Irish picture ever on the internet?’ THIS.

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^ZE CATS IN AN IRISHY GREEN LEPRECHAUN HAT!! and theres another kitteh tooo! ❤ aaaaand lookie at all that green, and THEM SHAMLOCKS everywhere! im in love with this pictuuuure. D’aaaw =)

[Perfectly, its got snowflakes on the table cloth too <333]

-Frosty
the cool as hell snowman that inspires everyone and anyone

French James Bond, and Accented Me

The Names Bashir. Bashir Sahab.

It all starts at that scene where (skyfall:)  Bond and Q are sitting on a bench, discussing a painting of a ‘bloody boat’. And their having the same conversation as in the movie, but they never reach the point in the conversation where Q gives Bond a radio transmitter, and that specialized gun. Because they were interrupted.

By me. a pillar of green fire just lights up and appears out of nowhere next to them, they both sense it, freeze, but dont turn around, and wait. i step out of the flames, and just walk over to their bench. and it was as though time had stopped flowing at that point, and it started gushing again as soon as i began walking. no one else noticed me or anything out of the ordinary.

i great them (all professional spy-like) with a ‘hello, boys’. (i had a proper british accent too, yaay!) and then i zone out of their conversation and take note of my surroundings, as any experienced spy/body guard would at this point. I took note of all the exits, and everyone in the room. no one was paying any attention to Q or Bond. good. as it should be; they werent supposed to be attracting anyone’s attention. but then i felt a gaze behind me, trained on the back of my head. so i turn around to see, the dorky friend of mine, suleman.

But this suleman is not not as dorky as the real one  is dressed like a gangster in his black leather jacket, smoking a cigarette, and radiating an aura of evil. He’s at one of the entrances, leaning on the doorway passage thing, next to a trashcan (0ne of those with a upper bit thats for smoking, like a pile of sand to stick your lit cigarette into, to put it out) that was littered with cigarettes already. Before i can react to his evilness and staring at me, he turns to stare/glare at someone else. i immediately list him as a troublemaker (and a thug wanna be) and decide to keep a general guard up against him, but turn away from him after a bit.

Then, all of a sudden, we hear an explosion. i feel the shake, the shock, the tremor pass all through the museum, the pillars, and me. everyone evacuates, i turn to see suleman, but hes no longer at his post. so bond being bond, and me being me, run together at the speed of light to the room right next to us, where the explosion had come from. and Q being Q, sighed, and then chased after us.

Inside, we see that the statue at the centre of the room, which i had already seen before, was what had exploded. but the explosion had only altered the original statue. it was now a black marbled man, with a ton of dirty sand dumped on him, and many many cigarettes littered everywhere. Instantly, i think of suleman. and i go running back, but i dont see him anywhere inside the art gallary museum. so i ruuuun outside, with bond at my heels and we see him outside. he sees us, looks bewildered for a bit, but then he has the expression of the Ooooh of understandment, and then makes a run for it. classic bad guy move.

so we chase him. and chase him. and chaaase him. we chase him all the way from Britain (where we were), to Italy, to France. and then, we finally catch him because the french are just so epically amazingly awesome. I forgot the details exactly, but i think a mime tripped suleman, then bashed him on the head so he couldnt get up. suleman crashes into one of those open on the street cafes, and gets tangled up in loads of tables. Ze Helpful Waiter the fifth, comes over and accidentally spills a drink on sulemans head, so he regains consciousness. (cuz, you know, the french can only be helpful if its by accident =) im kidding, im kidding, i love the french ❤ ) anyways, we catch up to him, and this is the part which gets just a bit challenging. ligually.

Suleman starts speaking japenese. i dont know it. so i kindly request him to speak english, ‘speak english, dork!’ while bashing him on the arm. he starts speaking italian. im confused, cuz i know i should be able to understand him, but i cant. and then james bond, kinda pushes past me (we were towering over him, cuz were standing, and hes on the floor),kinda a ‘i got this’ way, and starts speaking roman. and now im really confused, and for some reason i start panicking. and these two guys can actually understand each other. ( i felt like yelling ‘how the f can you understand each other?! your speaking different languages!!’)   then, i you know say ‘can we, you know, shift over to english, if you will? so i can understand what your saying?’ in a heat of anger. bond kindly shifts to french now -.- thanks a lot, bond.but no. continue being European, why dont you -______- thhheeeen, i burst out speaking nothing but Greek, and they cant understand me, and i cant stop. i try to speak english but i just couldnt. but then, bond calms me down by speaking in english and  i use the most epic method/way ever to speak english agian. i concentrate on an irish accent, and then i can speak english again, albeit it was in a sucky irish accent but i was happy, chuffed, relieved, and chill =)

while this whole language confusion was happening, we had called the british authorities to come get suleman, once we caught him, so we were only waiting for some british  cops, governor, lestrage, to show up to arrest him. then this police boat (from britain) comes to capture suleman, and he goes off to jail (ask bond why) and then bond and i go back to debating art pieces and breaking out into epic ninja fights. oh, what a fun adventure, if i do say so myself =)

003, debriefed.