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therattle posted:This would never happen if you had a set of good, sharp cob skewers. That's why I say a guard with corn skewers should be posted at every school and cafeteria in the land. It's okay. I wrested the cob from the madman and ate the corn off it, disarming him.
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Long story short, one day on my way to my local building society. I passed an old lady with a banner who was handing out leaflets, the leaflets said "Save North Korea." I strolled on by and she said "Kill Kim Jong Un," I brushed her off as a slightly concerned, probably medicated, uneducated woman. Probably also helped the Kony 2012 thing, way after it stopped being cool. Any way, I then slipped on a cob. I kill her instantly. Why. I also broke every bone in my body. I am now a vegetable. I am the cob, the cob is me. Splender fucked around with this message at Jan 6, 2013 around 02:24 |
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When I visited a Hopi village in Arizona they boasted blue corn and blue corn pancakes. Rather than the azure spectacle of unmatched wonder and taste, I got some kinda okay purplish corn stuff. I've never trusted cobs again.
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| # ? Jan 7, 2013 14:30 |
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Sometimes, at night, I can hear it. When the wind comes over the fields just right it comes to me: The Song of the Cob.
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| # ? Jan 7, 2013 16:26 |
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I haven't ever had a negative experience with a cob. They're not all bad. 
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| # ? Jan 7, 2013 16:38 |
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gently caress cobs! You give me a cob, I cut that corn right off of it! Also, the sound of someone eating corn on the cob makes me physically wretch.
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| # ? Jan 7, 2013 17:31 |
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Bloody Hedgehog posted:gently caress cobs! You give me a cob, I cut that corn right off of it! :notcobsafe: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Soh8Eula2AY :notcobsafe:
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| # ? Jan 7, 2013 17:36 |
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Rynder posted:I thought cobs were ok, it's the "Corbs" we have to watch out for. As an avid corbthusiast I find this kind of attitude to not be helpful at all. Lowtax is going to open a corb forum but until then I think we should keep corbtalk to a minimum until there is a safe space for corb discussion.
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| # ? Jan 7, 2013 18:28 |
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The cobs, they're everywhere: homes, schools, workplaces, farms, fields and restaurants. You never seem to get rid of them either, it's almost like they're stalking you and waiting for the correct time to strike. But the most suspicious part is that no one is really sure where they came from, almost like they just popped into existence.
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| # ? Jan 7, 2013 20:33 |
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Bloody Hedgehog posted:gently caress cobs! You give me a cob, I cut that corn right off of it! The sound of someone physically retching makes me wanna eat the corn right offa the nearest cob. *True story- I saw Bridesmaids in the theater. In the scene when they all had food poisoning and were retching, I got into a fist-fight with a 90 year old lady in a wheelchair over her popcorn because I needed something cob-like so bad. After she kicked my rear end and made me kiss the sticky theater floor, I apologized (after screaming "uncle", "aunt" and "A LION KILLED 12 WILD DOGS IN INDIA!") and she told me I should've just asked her. Like I have any control over my condition. *I'm a loving liar
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| # ? Jan 7, 2013 21:58 |
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i've mainlined freebase corn for the last time today!!
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| # ? Jan 7, 2013 23:14 |
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Some of you people need to lay off cobs and take some personal responsibility for your own actions. It's not the cob that made you bit so hard. Quit being so lefty pinko commie fuckstick, bite a little softer, and maybe you won't be such a burden on society when you survive to old age with more teeth than the demographic in the lovely state where you live predicts you to have.
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| # ? Jan 7, 2013 23:34 |
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Peony posted:
I'd recognise that Bakers Delight setup anywhere, apparently they trade as COBS in Canada...I didn't fact check and now I feel like a monster. I'm sorry for supporting COBS.
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| # ? Jan 8, 2013 03:47 |
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q1duQwVnW6A High Fructose Corn Syrup It's all coming together 
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| # ? Jan 8, 2013 03:53 |
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I had a delicious pre-season (1.50 NZD) cob today, along with my homemade burger. edit: 1.5 NZD is about... 1.25 USD, wow, your exchange rate has dropped a hell of a lot
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| # ? Jan 8, 2013 08:07 |
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When I was younger I saw this movie about some kids and some corn, it was pretty scary, so I can't think about cobs at night without breaking out in cold sweat.
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Rare Polar Bear posted:When I was younger I saw this movie about some kids and some corn, it was pretty scary, so I can't think about cobs at night without breaking out in cold sweat. Was that Silence of the Cobs? Jesus wept, that terrified me. Seeing a cob still brings back bad memories.
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| # ? Jan 9, 2013 21:18 |
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Has anyone noticed how Cob horses have hair like Female models? Google Images has the proof.
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| # ? Jan 9, 2013 23:43 |
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I was taking a stroll into town, when this large man dressed as a cob approached me. He was a fat, surly man who looked like he would beat me up. After inquiring about his strange appearance, he told me to gently caress off. This was quite a shock to me as I hadn't been expecting it, which is what a shock is. I then implored that he apologised. He didn't. Instead, he got a large mallet that, instead of being made of wood or stone, was made with corn. This frightened me and a trace amount of urine exited my body. He lifted his mallet above his head after a last puff of his cigarette, with a miserably grumpy look - eyes filled with rage. He smashed me over the head with it and poured corn over my disgruntled, unconscious body. He then felt bad for his horrible deeds and invited me to watch Battlefield Earth. There was popcorn everywhere it was horrible.
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| # ? Jan 10, 2013 14:21 |
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I have heard tell of masked creatures that slink through the night, driven by the the cob to carry it hither and thither for all of their days. No person can move so far into a city that this beast cannot find them. Sometimes it will leave its calling In the old tongue they are known as Raccobs. PlantRobot fucked around with this message at Jan 10, 2013 around 19:51 |
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Velvet Underarm posted:Has anyone noticed how Cob horses have hair like Female models? So does Dom Cobb!!!
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| # ? Jan 10, 2013 17:30 |
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Is it okay to talk about the upcoming Robocob remake here? It looks so bad, the new suit shows way to many kernals.
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| # ? Jan 10, 2013 19:19 |
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Edit: didn't properly read/understand thread title
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| # ? Jan 11, 2013 01:14 |
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Apparently the cobs know they have an image problem and are trying some cob-outreach. Cob workshop open to families http://www.santacruzsentinel.com/ho...feb-22-2013-cob Dunno how they can afford it with all their money issues: Education Minister Fitzgerald addresses reported COB budget cuts http://www.thebahamasweekly.com/pub...cuts26756.shtml Town closes 'troubled' Cob bridge http://www.greenwichtime.com/news/a...dge-4283157.php This is why I keep the news alert for 'cob' going.
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| # ? Feb 22, 2013 20:59 |
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Remember when all those college kids in that protest got sprayed in the eyes by the cobs? There was corn juice everywhere. Occupy Nebraska! edit: Woops, joke's old. D1Sergo fucked around with this message at Feb 23, 2013 around 11:58 |
| # ? Feb 23, 2013 00:19 |
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A cob stole my iPod. gently caress cobs.
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| # ? Feb 23, 2013 08:51 |
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Did some rear end in a top hat coblover bump this cob thread back to the cob page?
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| # ? Feb 23, 2013 09:15 |
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QUEEN CAUCUS posted:Did some rear end in a top hat coblover bump this cob thread back to the cob page? FTCs Comin' straight from the underground
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| # ? Feb 23, 2013 19:53 |
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As it's nearly spring, here's a reminder of the old adage "Plant corn when oak leaves are as big as squirrels ears" And its lesser known continuation, "or they'll sneak up from behind and stab you in the rear." Happy gardening! PlantRobot fucked around with this message at Feb 24, 2013 around 00:13 |
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Good thing I have to check Oak and not Birch because Birch triggers my hayfever and hayfever isn't very fun. But corn is fun.
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| # ? Feb 24, 2013 09:06 |
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Back in early high school this guy who I thought was really cool got me to try cobs. Needless to say, I loved them. Within a month I was going through four or five cobs a day. My grades were falling, my wallet was empty. I was selling hand jobs to homeless people for money to buy more cobs. I stopped going to class all together and started using cobs behind dumpsters so I wouldn't get caught. One night I was on cobs and there was an electrical fire in my room. I managed to stumble out of my house but I didn't wake my parents or my brother because I was too busy trying to get my cobs out of the house. The grief only worsened my cob addiction, and now homeless, I set up a small tent hidden just outside a local corn field. I lived there for eight months before I overdosed on dried cob I had saved for the winter. I was found by a hiker and taken to hospital. I'm lucky to be alive. I quit cob then and there got myself a job and a house and a girlfriend with DD tits and drive a Lamborghini and exploit the third world. Quitting cob was the best thing I ever did.
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I drive past a corn farm on the way to the local mall. One day a deer leaped from between the cobs just as I was driving by, and only the most daring of driving maneuvers kept me from a messy collision. Ever since, I've looked at those tall rows of corn the way a GI might have stared at the Vietnamese jungle. Who knows what danger hides amongst the cobs?
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Cymbal Monkey posted:Back in early high school this guy who I thought was really cool got me to try cobs. Needless to say, I loved them. Within a month I was going through four or five cobs a day. My grades were falling, my wallet was empty. I was selling hand jobs to homeless people for money to buy more cobs. I stopped going to class all together and started using cobs behind dumpsters so I wouldn't get caught. One night I was on cobs and there was an electrical fire in my room. I managed to stumble out of my house but I didn't wake my parents or my brother because I was too busy trying to get my cobs out of the house. The grief only worsened my cob addiction, and now homeless, I set up a small tent hidden just outside a local corn field. I lived there for eight months before I overdosed on dried cob I had saved for the winter. I was found by a hiker and taken to hospital. I'm lucky to be alive. I quit cob then and there got myself a job and a house and a girlfriend with DD tits and drive a Lamborghini and exploit the third world. Quitting cob was the best thing I ever did. Your story is A-Maize-ing. We all feel your pain, brother. I kicked the cob pretty recently as well.
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| # ? Feb 24, 2013 19:54 |
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Garrdor posted:Your story is A-Maize-ing. We all feel your pain, brother. I kicked the cob pretty recently as well.
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I once lost a large bet when my favorite Green Bay Packer, Randall Cobb, failed to return a kick for a touchdown in a particular game. Because of the embarrassing repercussions of my bet, I gave up all my Cobb related fandom that fateful day.
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