Yooo Jncos are making a comeback!!

[The Crypto Guy]

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[Sega Dreamcast]

I heard Jesus is making a comeback next month

 

[Nemesis Prime]

Looks like a Smash Mouth video from 1998.

 

[The Crypto Guy]

I heard Jesus is making a comeback next month

Please don't spam in my thread, thank you.

 

[MetalheadPenguinsFan]

@Fixed to Ruin

 

[TheGreenTBer]

I totally had a few pairs of these in high school.

 

[LarryFisherman]

fat people rejoice amirite

 

[Mario_is_BACK!!]

They never went away woop woop ninjas!

 

[TheGreenTBer]

Picture this:

You stomp home after another day of getting your ass-kicked at high school. You decide to retreat within yourself, because hiding your feelings is always the best policy and it's not like anyone else has ever had a bad day at school in their lives so f*** THEM. You listen to music about how bad your middle-class suburban life is, because obviously it's can't get worse than 1st world suburb life since you're a teenager and you know literally everything. You dig your biggest, fattest pair of JUNCOs out from under the mounds of possibly-dirty-possibly-clean-clothes infesting your smells-like-puberty room. You put them on...OVER what you're already wearing, saying "I'm a big boy king...I'm a big boy king...I'm a big boy king." Then, you make your way over to your family's 123-lb computer. You turn that beast on, fire-up your dial-up modem and use your phone line to connect to the WORLD WIDE WEB. After being notified that you do, in fact, have mail, you take a look at your bookmarks. While browsing, you say to yourself "do I want teenage latinas this time, or should I see what unholy sex act the Japanese have seemingly invented this week?" On a whim, you enter "justins rose" into your search bar, hoping you may either stumble into some new sexual deviancy or learn about a new shitty rapcore song. When the search finishes 15 minutes later, you're confused as to why you got a search hit for something called "dustin rose" from a website called "Hockey's Future." You click the link and are greeted with a screen like this:

You say aloud "I watched a hockey game once, so that definitely makes me smart enough to argue with random idiots halfway across the world about a sport I know little about. LET'S f***ING DO THIS THING!" You navigate your way to the registration menu, thinking about how badly you are about to use the written word to break your foot off in the ass of some guy or girl you've never met but somehow already hate. THEM BITCHES BOUT TO PAY.

What. A Time. To Be Alive.