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Best F*R*I*E*N*D*S Character
Phoebe Buffay
Chandler Bing
Rachel Green
Ross Geller
Monica Geller
Joey Tribbiani
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Booblord Zagats
Oct 30, 2011


Pork Pro
It's Radar, you retards

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noctambulous nebab
May 12, 2016

by zen death robot
Some great scenes from Scrubs

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CpAHKhrLhwk

Hector Beerlioz
Jun 16, 2010

aw, hec

Digital Fingers posted:

there's A LOT of fanfiction about joey and chandler killing themselves

yikes!

satanic splash-back
Jan 28, 2009

are the asterisks there because there is an anus between each friend?

Digital Fingers
Sep 2, 2012


correction**

"Hello?" said Ross.
"Ross, it's Joey," said the voice on the other line.
"Oh, hi," said Ross, disappointed.
"You have to come down here," said Joey. "We're all at Beth Israel Hospital."
"Why?" asked Ross.
"Rachel tried to commit suicide," said Joey

Hector Beerlioz
Jun 16, 2010

aw, hec

satanic splash-back posted:

are the asterisks there because there is an anus between each friend?

no, yuck! gross!

Sweaty IT Nerd
Jul 13, 2007

I didn't see a lot of episodes, but I can't imagine literal buttholes played much of a role

Digital Fingers
Sep 2, 2012

I found an unconscious Ross on the floor. His wrists were bleeding badly. He was deadly pale. If his chest wasn't moving I would've sworn he was dead. I looked over and I saw a razor covered in blood in the sink.

My eyes went wide..
Oh my God! He tried to commit suicide!

JiveHonky
May 12, 2001

by zen death robot
Grimey Drawer
i never knew the friends had such serious emotional/psychological issues.

Gaunab
Feb 13, 2012
LUFTHANSA YOU FUCKING DICKWEASEL
watch fresh prince of bel air instead

CJacobs
Apr 17, 2011

Reach for the moon!

Digital Fingers posted:

there's A LOT of fanfiction about joey and chandler killing themselves

I love this, please continue

CJacobs
Apr 17, 2011

Reach for the moon!
All I really remember about Friends besides knowing the characters, having only seen it a few times, is that one of the people could see into the apartment across the street and there was always a fat naked dude doing weird poo poo with his curtains open. Nobody thought it was weird that they spied on the naked man doing weird poo poo

My Rhythmic Crotch
Jan 13, 2011

https://www.fanfiction.net/tv/Friends/

Digital Fingers
Sep 2, 2012

As he reached the foot of the stairwell, Phoebe saw a wet spot. She called out, "Ross, look out for ­"

Ross turned and interrupted, saying "What?", just as his foot slipped and he fell down the stairs with a prolonged yell. "Ahhhhhhhhh!"

Phoebe, Chandler and Joey ran over to the stairs. Joey called out, "Watch out for the last step, you'll get an rear end full of splinters!"

he dead

Enfield
May 30, 2011

by Nyc_Tattoo
a poop fell out of joeys butthole. joey looked at it

Digital Fingers
Sep 2, 2012


you're like a really crappy google
(if any of you want to copy off that site you have to right click > print.... then copy off that screen)

Idiot Kicker
Jun 13, 2007
The worst characters were brother and sister and were literally there to hold the group together under a flimsy premise.

Digital Fingers
Sep 2, 2012

"Phoebe, she's in critical condition." He started off. "Will she be okay?" Asked Monica frantically. "She has a 50/50 chance of surviving." He told her honestly. "50/50? Oh my god, Phoebe! What about Ross? How is he?" Pressed Chandler, speaking for Monica as she was clearly at a loss for words.

"He's, Monica I'm afraid Ross has passed away. He died seconds after we got him out of the car. There was nothing we could do, and believe me we tried. I am so sorry for your loss, both of you.

The paramedic put his hand on Monica's shoulder.

naem
May 29, 2011

One of the last pure sitcoms, from a simpler, better time *laughtrack*

Digital Fingers
Sep 2, 2012

the gingerbread man but with crying instead of rhythms

He ran out, Starting to cry. His best friend, crush, and other best friend HATED him. Or so he thought. He ran into his other friend, Phoebe, on the way. She was odd, in a good way. Phoebe was shocked to see him cry. "What's wrong?" She asked. Joey started crying even more, and ran further away. Phoebe tried to chase Joey down, But he ran quick, maybe too quick.

Robbie Fowler
May 31, 2011
Show was pure poo poo

Digital Fingers
Sep 2, 2012

“I THINK I MIGHT NOT LIKE ONLY WOMEN OKAY?”

Chandler was silent for a few beats, before looking at Joey and nodding. “Well Joey I guess I ave admit something, I uh… I’m not only into women either. intact I don’t like women at all.”

CJacobs
Apr 17, 2011

Reach for the moon!

Digital Fingers posted:

the gingerbread man but with crying instead of rhythms

He ran out, Starting to cry. His best friend, crush, and other best friend HATED him. Or so he thought. He ran into his other friend, Phoebe, on the way. She was odd, in a good way. Phoebe was shocked to see him cry. "What's wrong?" She asked. Joey started crying even more, and ran further away. Phoebe tried to chase Joey down, But he ran quick, maybe too quick.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iIpfWORQWhU&t=53s

Outpost22
Oct 11, 2012

RIP Screamy You were too good for this world.
i thought "the one where the twin towers fell" was some pretty powerful television

Digital Fingers
Sep 2, 2012

Outpost22 posted:

i thought "the one where the twin towers fell" was some pretty powerful television

Chandler had been trapped in the rubble for five hours when the rescue workers finally got to him. He was filthy, terrified, his muscles sore and he had a cut on his head. He needed to clear his head and he was able to walk just fine and with that, began to walk off.

He had gotten about twenty feet from the rubble when he saw them walking towards him. He recognized them immediately and soon they recognized him. He stopped and waited for them. Ross pointed him out first. Monica raced towards him, wrapping her arms around him, holding him tightly. Soon the others surrounded him and they were all hugging, crying, standing with the wreckage behind them.

The Fuzzy Hulk
Nov 22, 2007

ASK ME ABOUT CROSSING THE STREAMS


Digital Fingers posted:

Chandler had been trapped in the rubble for five hours when the rescue workers finally got to him. He was filthy, terrified, his muscles sore and he had a cut on his head. He needed to clear his head and he was able to walk just fine and with that, began to walk off.

He had gotten about twenty feet from the rubble when he saw them walking towards him. He recognized them immediately and soon they recognized him. He stopped and waited for them. Ross pointed him out first. Monica raced towards him, wrapping her arms around him, holding him tightly. Soon the others surrounded him and they were all hugging, crying, standing with the wreckage behind them.

"Could I be anymore covered in rubble?"

Solice Kirsk
Jun 1, 2004

.
Can we also talk about the video game F*R*I*E*N*D*S: True Friends? It was an adventure/RPG from the 90s that had a ton of different endings and branching storylines. The game was buggy as poo poo, but there's a few people out there, like me, that remember it fondly.

I was never very good at it because a lot of the puzzles and QTE events over shot footage were really hard, but I did manage to get the one ending where Joey takes over the Central Perk. That's the one where Gunther and Ross open a deli and I believe Monica has to move in with Phoebe (could be wrong). The funniest thing though is that no matter what Chandler always gets a bad ending. Including one where he develops a drug problem, which in hindsight is pretty weird.

Luvcow
Jul 1, 2007

One day nearer spring

The Fuzzy Hulk posted:

"Could I be anymore covered in rubble?"

naem
May 29, 2011

"Which Friends character are you most like?" I ask my date. I'm a witty guy who uses humour as a disarming mechanism (and, some might say, as a tool to masking my crippling insecurity), so I'd most likely be Chandler. But I'm smart like a scientist, so I could also be Ross. Finally, I'm klutzy and adorable--just like a Golden Retriever--so there are certainly hints of Joey inside of me. "I'm basically Chandler, Ross, and Joey." I loudly proclaim this fact, because confidence is an aphrodisiac.

Every six months, Staples performs an employee review on me and gives me anywhere between a $0.30 and $0.50 raise. This last review, my "upsells" were so high that the manager bumped me up $0.65. The trick is to target older customers and mislead them on their purchases. Thus, it only took me seven weeks to afford a pair of Toto elevator shoes, which added five more inches to my height. The problem is that the shoes don't do much once you sit down, so I've also been growing my hair out and using Axe molding clay to stand it straight up, which adds several more inches. All-in-all, I'm pretty close to my goal of adding another foot to my height.

Women love it.

"These are really great breadsticks," I complement the breadsticks. I keep eating them because, hey, free food. "Nom nom nom...hah!" She doesn't get it.

Actually, I can't help but notice that my date sits a little straighter (and therefore higher) than me. As I try to fit an entire breadstick into my mouth and chew it without also biting my tongue, I carefully eyeball the top of her head. She follows my eyes and touches her hair. "What?" she asks.

I squint and chew harder. Louder. Faster. I lean in. She smells like...cinnamon? No, nutmeg. It's hard to tell. My nose is stuffed up so I have to keep my mouth open while I chew. I suddenly imagine the ball of bread rolling around in my mouth like a load of dirty laundry and it makes me want to throw up.

"I'll be right back," I jump up from my seat and jog to the restroom. When I get there, inspiration strikes me like a bolt of divine lightning. "Eureka!" I start balling up paper towels and stuffing them into the back of my pants--I think I fit half of a roll down there. Then I waddle back to the table and quietly take a seat.

She looks mildly shocked. Or perturbed? I don't know, women are hard to read. "Are you...are you alright?" she asks.

"Who? Me? Yeah. Of course." My rear end crunches softly on stiff brown paper towels while I use her forehead as a ruler and try to estimate the height that they have added to my position. Maybe an inch--not bad, not bad. I lean forward. "Do you think there's a difference between, like...anime and manga?"

Suddenly a sharp pain hits my stomach. The breadsticks. They're interacting with the pot of lukewarm coffee I drank earlier. I wince as I feel a burning sensation running through my intestines like a G-scale model train. An "uh oh..." escapes my lips before I can stop it at the proverbial gates. I don't think I'm going to make it to the bathroom. But the paper towels. "...spaghettiooooos..." I force a smile.

I imagine a beleaguered General Adama facing down a whole Cylon army with nothing but a handful of fighters and flak guns. He meditates on the coming battle before finally saying, Alright, here goes nothing, Colonel Tigh. I close my eyes, hesitantly relax my rear end, and immediately feel a warm burbling rise up between my legs, just like I sat down in a pool of sun-baked mud or bread dough. The sensation persists for what feels like an eternity--the duration of which I am entirely silent. When it ends--mercifully--I let out a soft sigh.

When I open my eyes, I realize something very strange: I have risen another inch or so and am now looking slightly downward at my date. It is the most shocking and beautiful thing I could ever conceive of.

They say, "When god closes a door, he opens a window." I don't believe in god, but if I did, I'd swear he was with me that day.

JiveHonky
May 12, 2001

by zen death robot
Grimey Drawer

Enfield posted:

a poop fell out of joeys butthole. joey looked at it

then what? talk about a cliffhanger!

SIDS Vicious
Jan 1, 1970


The Fuzzy Hulk posted:

"Could I be anymore covered in rubble?"

Holy loly

Ehud
Sep 19, 2003

football.

it's like Seinfeld for dumb people

I am smart and watch Seinfeld

Sharks Eat Bear
Dec 25, 2004

naem posted:

"Which Friends character are you most like?" I ask my date. I'm a witty guy who uses humour as a disarming mechanism (and, some might say, as a tool to masking my crippling insecurity), so I'd most likely be Chandler. But I'm smart like a scientist, so I could also be Ross. Finally, I'm klutzy and adorable--just like a Golden Retriever--so there are certainly hints of Joey inside of me. "I'm basically Chandler, Ross, and Joey." I loudly proclaim this fact, because confidence is an aphrodisiac.

Every six months, Staples performs an employee review on me and gives me anywhere between a $0.30 and $0.50 raise. This last review, my "upsells" were so high that the manager bumped me up $0.65. The trick is to target older customers and mislead them on their purchases. Thus, it only took me seven weeks to afford a pair of Toto elevator shoes, which added five more inches to my height. The problem is that the shoes don't do much once you sit down, so I've also been growing my hair out and using Axe molding clay to stand it straight up, which adds several more inches. All-in-all, I'm pretty close to my goal of adding another foot to my height.

Women love it.

"These are really great breadsticks," I complement the breadsticks. I keep eating them because, hey, free food. "Nom nom nom...hah!" She doesn't get it.

Actually, I can't help but notice that my date sits a little straighter (and therefore higher) than me. As I try to fit an entire breadstick into my mouth and chew it without also biting my tongue, I carefully eyeball the top of her head. She follows my eyes and touches her hair. "What?" she asks.

I squint and chew harder. Louder. Faster. I lean in. She smells like...cinnamon? No, nutmeg. It's hard to tell. My nose is stuffed up so I have to keep my mouth open while I chew. I suddenly imagine the ball of bread rolling around in my mouth like a load of dirty laundry and it makes me want to throw up.

"I'll be right back," I jump up from my seat and jog to the restroom. When I get there, inspiration strikes me like a bolt of divine lightning. "Eureka!" I start balling up paper towels and stuffing them into the back of my pants--I think I fit half of a roll down there. Then I waddle back to the table and quietly take a seat.

She looks mildly shocked. Or perturbed? I don't know, women are hard to read. "Are you...are you alright?" she asks.

"Who? Me? Yeah. Of course." My rear end crunches softly on stiff brown paper towels while I use her forehead as a ruler and try to estimate the height that they have added to my position. Maybe an inch--not bad, not bad. I lean forward. "Do you think there's a difference between, like...anime and manga?"

Suddenly a sharp pain hits my stomach. The breadsticks. They're interacting with the pot of lukewarm coffee I drank earlier. I wince as I feel a burning sensation running through my intestines like a G-scale model train. An "uh oh..." escapes my lips before I can stop it at the proverbial gates. I don't think I'm going to make it to the bathroom. But the paper towels. "...spaghettiooooos..." I force a smile.

I imagine a beleaguered General Adama facing down a whole Cylon army with nothing but a handful of fighters and flak guns. He meditates on the coming battle before finally saying, Alright, here goes nothing, Colonel Tigh. I close my eyes, hesitantly relax my rear end, and immediately feel a warm burbling rise up between my legs, just like I sat down in a pool of sun-baked mud or bread dough. The sensation persists for what feels like an eternity--the duration of which I am entirely silent. When it ends--mercifully--I let out a soft sigh.

When I open my eyes, I realize something very strange: I have risen another inch or so and am now looking slightly downward at my date. It is the most shocking and beautiful thing I could ever conceive of.

They say, "When god closes a door, he opens a window." I don't believe in god, but if I did, I'd swear he was with me that day.

:eyepop:

http://forums.somethingawful.com/showthread.php?threadid=3653888&userid=0&perpage=40&pagenumber=3#post432809975

:confused:

Rasta_Al
Jul 14, 2001

she had tiny Italian boobs.
Well that's my story.
Fun Shoe
So no one told you op was gonna be this gay. *clap clap clap clap*

Nolan Arenado
May 8, 2009

Hi Hector, I don't really like Friends, but heck of a thread anyway!

H.H
Oct 24, 2006

August is the Cruelest Month
friends suck.hth

Smash it Smash hit
Dec 30, 2009

prettay, prettay

H.H posted:

friends suck.hth

Welp, bye.

naem
May 29, 2011


I don't know why I'm still posting either

TontoCorazon
Aug 18, 2007


Chandler and Joey were the funniest people on that show.

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TontoCorazon
Aug 18, 2007


The Bananana posted:

The One Where Rachel Sucks My Dick

Also yes

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