>>4

Faux-Cracky is like a mannequin that was placed in front of different background. She always looks the same!

http://crackychan.cc/

>>8
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http://www.skyqueen.cc/sistersofmercy.html

>>9
worked for me

>>11
It works but the link at the bottom doesn't.

Where can you order ears like the ones Faux is wearing?

>>13
she made them and was going to create a template or something. I forget I was in a dutch fugue when she said that.

>>14

much happiness would stir inside me if this template surfaced

>>15

Faux promised a lot and never delivered.

>>2

LEAVE HER ALONE!!!

>>17

Are you 12?

>>19

No but lord how I do wish I was.

>>20
...

Dude being twelve rocked. No job, no responsibilities, lots of friends good tiems.

Now I have cracky, a soul devouring job sitting behind a monitor for 10 hours a day six days a week, and premature balding.

>>22

Yikes... might wanna take some life-changing risks there, buddy. Have you ever thought about sailing?

>>23
at this point.... he needs revolution

>>24
revolution is not a fashion it takes discipline and passion

>>24

Faux looks like she is getting a little fat.

"FUCK YEAH," came the scream from the shadows. Anon only had time to to take one last bite of his swiss cake roll before he was set up. Blood splattered over the monitor as Faux slashed the stunned anon across the throat with a broken gin bottle. Stepping back to admire the beauty of the new bounceme style through rubies scattered across it's face, Faux removed her back pack. "We're not finished yet, loverboy," her pipping voice piercing the fog of pain and confusion evident on anons face. "Do you want to know what I have in my bag? A special treat just for you. You probably wondering why I'm wearing a cod piece," a smile playing across her lips as anon started to nod, "and your probably wondering why I pulling a chainsaw out of this here backpack." Anon snapped to attention at her words and noticed for the first time what she had pulled form her bag. Anon suddenly understood that he was dying. There was know way Faux was standing there attaching a chainsaw to her cod piece. There was no way Faux would be wearing a cod piece. There certainly was no way that the chainsaw looked like ash's from evil dead. He looked up into Faux's beatific face and saw the deadness in her eye. Anon hoped he would start bleeding faster and passout. Faux stepped forward, "I'M A SHAAAAAAARK! I'M A SHAAAAAAARK! SUCK MY DIIIIIIIIIIICK I'M A SHAAAAAAAARK!"

>>25
yeah but he needs to do something drastic to make his life better... he should look into taking over a small south american country or something

EVERYTHING WE READ ON THE INTERNETS IS THE TRUTH

>>30
meh had my file of being batshit crazy. It just seems like this life is just as bad. Other then waiting for new Cracky pics, I'm damned if I can think of anything in this world that is exciting anymore.