Greece? That's not a country, that's fat! A HYUCK HYUCK!

 

seriously
I pulled into a gas station last week.
guy with brown teeth didn't know what kind of car it was.
Then a teenaged dude came out and said "Nissan"? Never heard of it.

 

At least he could read "Nissan"

 

Petawawa sounds more like a bred of dog than a town. A HYUCK HYUCK.

I should become a professional comedian. I'll make millions!

 

if you add a hyuck hyuck to something, it's pure comedic gold. You could easily kill 10 mins on stage with "a hyuck hyuck"

 

Your anus is leaking. A HYUCK HYUCK!

Wow, that does work.

 

pshha, no guff.

 

That and you can create words by adding stuff to the end of other words!
Examples:
Redneckery
DOTAing
Staplerish
Turkeyesque
That's all the addons I can think of atm, but there's more.

 

You know how I know I'm a nerd? Because I think it'd be awesome to have post #9001 be the "It's over nine thousaaaaaand!" video

 

you mean a suffix. It also works with prefixes.
ie.
IVRY_PRL is;
ultralame
megadouche
superdork
ridicustoopid
all of the above

 

^Meh

 

I've got another prefix for ya:
Unimpressed

 

wow, the day is just crawling!..........

 

superdorkery?

 

a hyuck hyuck

 

a hyuck hyuck

 

Douchebaggery is always a classic.
Speaking of which, a friend and I used to play this game when we worked together before. We worked summers at this aluminum stamping place, and it was very loud there, had to wear ear protection and everything. There also happened to be a lot of black people that worked there. Now, neither me or this buddy are racist, but we do like to live dangerously, so we played the game where someone says a word, and then other has to say it louder, and then louder, and whoever backs down loses. You can kinda guess which word we were using Sadly, I lost most of the time, since I'm white, and he's arab, so I thought I would get the bigger *** kicking if someone heard me.

 

.... hyuck.

 

A drunk was proudly showing off his new apartment to a couple of his friends very late one night. He led the way to his bedroom where there was a big brass gong and a mallet.

'What's with the big brass gong?' one of the friends asked.

'It's not a gong. It's a talking clock,' the drunk slurred in response.

'A talking clock? Seriously?' asked his astonished friend. 'How's it work?'

'Watch,' the drunk replied. He stumbled across the room, picked up the mallet, gave the gong an ear-shattering pound and stepped back. The three stood in silence, looking at one another for a moment.

Suddenly, someone on the other side of the wall screamed, 'You *******.... it's three-fifteen in the morning!!'

 

Where the hellz is everyone? This thread is pretty useless if people don't post in it a lot.