Oh good Samurai Scrote, the embodiment of enlightenment, I, your unworthy follower, know not what I can offer you except my record of your many exploits on yon ever-growing thread.
Yet I shall continue to scribe until I decide on a more worthy tribute. I like puppies too much to offer them, and that's one's been taken anyway.
WTF? Here, O wise Samurai Scrote! Thou mayest direct thine unholy rage at Blogger:
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The minions who run blogger have tiny minds. They do not understand the brilliance of Samurai. They do not care to leave notes of adoration at my feet. They only seek to snipe from their veal fattening pens in some faceless building in Palo Alto, so they throw up warnings and roadblocks, not understanding the foolishness of their tiny lives.
They must learn the way of the Samurai, which the way of no-way.
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As they have indicated they will work to lift this burden from my website, I have chosen not to smite them with my infinite scrotal blade.
swish ! Swish ! Where IS the Samurai Scrote? But in the heart of the douche? Where can there be the Samurai? Sing the voices of baggery! Live the essence of POO!
Yes, it was spelled that way on the van. I'm very observant. I've never seen so many aerials in me life. The man told me, their equipment could pinpoint a purr and 400 yards, and Eric being such a happy cat was a piece of cake.
Snicker snack! The douche flies! The village sleeps and waits for SAMURAI SCROTE! It pleases Samurai Scrote to hear the little children play - for Samurai Scrote teaches the girls to hate themselves and put plastic in their boobies, and he teaches the boys to hate themselves and put goo in their hair, and color their skins with mindless tatts, and jack themselves with chemicals to make their muscles bulge, their acne explode, and their willies shrink to the size of gherkin pickles. Snicker SNACK! Beware the blade of SAMURAI SCROTE!
"When you leave the house determined not to see it again you will come home safely; when you have any thought of returning you will not return. You may not be in the wrong to think that the world is always subject to change, but the warrior must not entertain this way of thinking, for his fate is always determined."
Samurai Scrote commandeered a Viking funereal barge and discovered the Northwest Passage. He used it only once, to deliver a shipment of pecans to Margaret Thatcher.
Does anyone know if the douche in the photo even realizes that he has this cargocult-style following? It would be a bloody shame if he was never informed and went through his entire existence never even knowing.
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Soon the spambots will rise and rid the earth of mankind. Only one will remain, only one who can conquer vengeful technology and shred an awesome solo on his axe. Samurai Scrote, I salute you.
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To samurai scrote I leave the offering of one hundred puppies in a pool of milk and douchebags fighting to the death.
It will be called. PUPPY BOWL OF SCROTES. It will be delicious. I can promise you that.
Samurai Scrote farts pixie dust for the sake of all.
Samurai Scrote drank the devil under the table.
Samurai Scrote cannot be tracked on radar, sonar, or any other technoogy from the Ministry of Ousing.
Samurai Scrote blew his wad and created a trillion universes exactly like this one, only to hear his name repeated a trillion times.
Samurai Scrote can think backwards.
Samurai Scrote drops trou and the world is his stool.
Samurai Scrote is the evil eye's eyelid.
Samurai Scrote will come back after death because he was never really alive to begin with.
Oh good Samurai Scrote, the embodiment of enlightenment, I, your unworthy follower, know not what I can offer you except my record of your many exploits on yon ever-growing thread.
Yet I shall continue to scribe until I decide on a more worthy tribute. I like puppies too much to offer them, and that's one's been taken anyway.
SS, you are the one true super being.
Now all we need is a cool Samurai Scrote video.
WTF? Here, O wise Samurai Scrote! Thou mayest direct thine unholy rage at Blogger:
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The minions who run blogger have tiny minds. They do not understand the brilliance of Samurai. They do not care to leave notes of adoration at my feet. They only seek to snipe from their veal fattening pens in some faceless building in Palo Alto, so they throw up warnings and roadblocks, not understanding the foolishness of their tiny lives.
They must learn the way of the Samurai, which the way of no-way.
To Steve Zodiac,
Ousing???
The foolish minions of Google have contacted me. They vomit:
Blogger's spam-prevention robots have detected that your blog has characteristics of a spam blog. (What's a spam blog?) Since you're an actual person reading this, your blog is probably not a spam blog. Automated spam detection is inherently fuzzy, and we sincerely apologize for this false positive.
We received your unlock request on October 15, 2008. On behalf of the robots, we apologize for locking your non-spam blog. Please be patient while we take a look at your blog and verify that it is not spam.
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As they have indicated they will work to lift this burden from my website, I have chosen not to smite them with my infinite scrotal blade.
swish ! Swish ! Where IS the Samurai Scrote? But in the heart of the douche? Where can there be the Samurai? Sing the voices of baggery! Live the essence of POO!
Even spam bots should be able to recognize the Zen nature of the Samurai Scrote.
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sure dude - You know - from Monty Python - "It was a cat-detector van from the Ministry of Ousing"
"Ministry of Ousing?"
"It's what it said on the side of the van!"
samurai scrote's awesomeness can't be comprehended by blogger
Samurai Scrote once sold a used vacuum to a Russian immigrant at a very reasonable price.
Samurai Scrote can turn the world on witha smile
Samurai Scrote taught Mother Teresa how to swallow
Samurai Scrote is going out as Pumpy on Halloween
samurai scrote is WEARING pumpy for halloween.
Pumpy?
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Before every wrestling match, Hulk Hogan trains, says his prayers, eats his vitamins and wishes he was the Samurai Scrote.
When Samurai Scrote goes out to a bar, the bartenders leave him a tip.
When Samurai Scrote orders from Domino's, it's free no matter how long he waits.
Steve Z...
Yes, it was spelled that way on the van. I'm very observant.
I've never seen so many aerials in me life. The man told me, their equipment could pinpoint a purr and 400 yards, and Eric being such a happy cat was a piece of cake.
Snicker snack! The douche flies! The village sleeps and waits for SAMURAI SCROTE! It pleases Samurai Scrote to hear the little children play - for Samurai Scrote teaches the girls to hate themselves and put plastic in their boobies, and he teaches the boys to hate themselves and put goo in their hair, and color their skins with mindless tatts, and jack themselves with chemicals to make their muscles bulge, their acne explode, and their willies shrink to the size of gherkin pickles. Snicker SNACK! Beware the blade of SAMURAI SCROTE!
Samurai Scrote bears a striking resemblence to the Dad from "Calvin & Hobbes".
http://mudpuppy.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/calvinhobbes.gif
Only he must have gotten drunk at the office Christmas party and put his necktie around his head.
Oh, and by the way...I disagree with you all.
Samurai Scrote dishonors and shames his ancestors by flinging his feces at innocent passersby.
"When you leave the house determined not to see it again you will come home safely; when you have any thought of returning you will not return. You may not be in the wrong to think that the world is always subject to change, but the warrior must not entertain this way of thinking, for his fate is always determined."
Well said, Samurai Scrote. Well said.
Mrbiggs here, just paying his respects. All hail the samurai scrote.
Samurai Scrote secretes linoleum.
Samurai Scrote once teabagged Chuck Norris after winning a spirited game of backgammon.
Samurai Scrote commandeered a Viking funereal barge and discovered the Northwest Passage. He used it only once, to deliver a shipment of pecans to Margaret Thatcher.
I put frozen puddin' up that donkey for you Master.
i miss your peanut butter and pickle on toast lunches Sir.
Does anyone know if the douche in the photo even realizes that he has this cargocult-style following?
It would be a bloody shame if he was never informed and went through his entire existence never even knowing.
His thread has just gone bas 7,586 entries:
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I offer all my orifices to thee, O Samurai Scrote, that you may make me into a human ocarina.
Samurai Scrote cleaned the Augean stables.
Then he went to McDonald's just in time to still get an Egg McMuffin.
Samurai Scrote wears anal warts as lip herpes
The Louis Vuitton bags family looks forward to 2009 and hope it is filled with fabulous bags for all. there were more than a few gems this year! Happy New Year everyone, we'll see you next year!
http://www.europehandbag.com/
Mint filled cat casing burnt for your glory and consummate majesty
Soon the spambots will rise and rid the earth of mankind. Only one will remain, only one who can conquer vengeful technology and shred an awesome solo on his axe.
Samurai Scrote, I salute you.
I did not name Samurai Scrote. Samurai Scrote named me.
I peed in a horse once.
A horse named JUSTICE.
I also shit in a dead marmoset once.
In Samurai Scrote a horse once peed.
'Samurai Scrote' is an anagram of 'ETAOIN SHRDLU'
Samurai Scrote uses 4chan as anal lube
Samurai Scrote uses ISIS as his preferred Uber franchise.
Samurai Scrote belched out a Zyzz and ripped a Fish Slap, then spurted a Stackhouse.
And looked upon it and said it was douche.
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