I miss BRAINIAC

Where is he?

 

He was PapaG's alter-ego. When they banned PapaG, they banned the IP address (something Denny and the gang denies they can do). And thus, the end of Brainiac.

 

Greenfont, tinfoil, or true?

 

But really, where is Brainiac?

 

Mags is slobbering all over brainiacs knob.

Hes around, I believe he runs his own business. Must be a busy time of year

 

He's a concert groupie. Probably getting gangbanged by Nickelback.

 

Or Miley Cyrus.

 

SlyPokerDog is a d-bag. I really miss drexlersdad. Now THAT was a quality poster.

 

He may be in rehab.

 

From giving dudes blowjobs?

 

Not funny. He just might've bit off more than he could chew, choked, and died.

 

That would be impossible as he had a thing for Asian cawk

 

Stalker

 

That's what I thought. But I can't remember yesterday, let alone 3 days ago.

#alcoholismbrain

 

What if he had a mouth like a bird?

 

Still wouldn't matter

 

we gathered around the casket with stones in hand. what were these stones for? i saw it in a movie once, i think they threw them in the grave, or somethng like that. whatever. fuck man, this shit keeps happening.

it was only a month ago when it started, people clawing their eyes out, swallowing razor blades, sucking the scales off of live rattlesnakes, and worse. why? who knows, but its kinda surreal to watch. the other day i saw two geriatrics 69ing on a park bench, with their teeth out, while 10 feet away a group of a dozen or so football jock types took beating off in each others ears. i could hardly contain my erection.

3 weeks ago i was at a party with a few other silverbacks, we were all choking down some panther sweat and smoking illegals. suddenly my buddy blood diamond saws off his hand, and right there in front of us it starts crawling away and slinks into a paper bag on the ground over by the feeding trough. now we were high as fuck from smoking lowdowns and popping pig skin, but that has never been proven to cause mass hallucinations (to the best of my knowledge). so explain that.

then there was calm for a week or so. seemed all of the weirdos died, or maybe the straights died and the weirdos lived, who knows. point is, people stopped eating their own feces and putting meat thermometers in their urethras. it was over.

but it wasnt.

it came back even worse than before. eyeless armies marched through ailes of albertsons. people swallowed bullets and lit gas soaked rags. packs of dogs stripped the meat from the bones of homeless businessmen at saturday market. they burned piles of living bodies at Powells Kindle Kafe. we ate scavenged chalupas from the museum. we lived.

and then we died. well most of us.

when brainiac died, it was pretty boring. he died in his sleep. if there was still doctors they would have probably said he was awake, but whatever.

so "have a stone you asshole, enjoy your 77 virgins" i nonchalantly mumbled while i exaggeratedly rolled my eyes

and one by one we threw our stones at his stupid dead fucking face