Lmfao.

Any brahs remember this one? dazzahoff aka uk crew legend.



@0:03 zyzz pose
@4:48 feelsgoodman
@5:05 my body is ready

MISC, WE ON TV?

Edit: He won the fukin competition and dropped even more Misc references lmfao.

The Miscellaneous Bros of Bodybuilding.com
https://www.theawl.com/2018/01/the-m...ybuilding-com/

Fuark, just remembered another one.

A miscer had a night time fapping routine while his family was asleep. He would sneak down to the computer at midnight and shoot into a bowl he called his "cum catcher". I think he might have provided drawings / pics but can't recall. Thread was lulzy as fuk and I think he made it because he got caught or something.

Did we ever get an ending or followup to the "misc island" comics? Like the last comic series I remember was that whales had surrounded misc island, and balconeybrah was the one to come along to save them. But that was it - ended with a cliffhanger

Thank you thank you thank you Proudmanlet
I'd been trying to remember this misc-version for a long ass time

Almost fell out my chair you son of a bitch. FUKKING LMAOOOOOOOO.

How could I forget this epic showdown.

I've never really brought the lols and am usually pretty dry but I've enjoyed coming here and reading all your posts.

I miss the tommy biondillo threads


And Bert stare

Remember when actual miscer was on The Bachelorette?

God killed the dinosaurs becuase he realized how bad he f*cked up when he gave them arms that weren't in reach of their cocks...so he threw a few meteors to clear up the sheet and start fresh again, this time, creating his newest species, the human. After realizing his mistake, he quickly fixed it and and made our arms in length to reach our cocks and pleasure ourselves when we weren't praying to him. God truly is unbelievable...oh, and read the bible you b*tches, it says everything you need to know in that book


Basically my best tip for workouts is muscle confusion.
When I hit the rack I try to make as much noise as possible, knocking the weights together, kicking my water bottle, anything that will confuse my muscles.
The next thing I do is grunt and scream as I'm lifting, this creates brain confusion and in turn creates muscle confusion.


Fukin slut. You better fukin believe it. I lift with fukin INTENSITY 5 days a fukin week. Count that sh!t with your fukin fingers you dumbkunt. Bitch, listen. I train for fukin AESTHETICS.


Friends had set me up on a blind date sort of date thingy. Well the chick comes over to my house and I recognize her instantly because I've ha a few classes with her but never really talked. Well we turn out hitting it off immediately and are sitting on the couch laughing and **** like that. We start inching closer and getting a little physical. I'm eating Cheetos with one hand and have my other hand around her. All of a sudden she grabs my Cheetos hand and shoves it down her pants! I still have a Cheeto in my hand but she doesn't notice because her eyes are closed and she's muttering "just work your magic broseidon, I've never been with a man before". I'm a forever alone virgin so I begin rubbing her clit like the misc wanted me to do. She starts moaning and tells me to put a finger inside her. I go full retard and grab the Cheeto that was in my Han and start moving it in and out of her vagina like a dildo. She starts moaning more but completely stops and pulls my hand out of her panties with the Cheeto between my fingers. She screamed "wtf are you doing!?!?" I felt so fukking awkward but I tried to remain alpha so I muttered out "I'm dddaaannnngerously cheesy" she says "wtf is wrong with you?!?" And stormed out. She hasn't tol any of our friends yet and hasn't texted me back. What do?


The question is not "Are sloots gon' sloot". Rather, it's "How much are sloots gon' sloot". To establish this, we need to introduce a new value, ¿ <- Which is the greek letter for "Sloot". This will come in handy when asking questions such as "Is my gf gonna suck 15 dinks at the Halloween party tonight?". To answer this, all you need to do is find ¿ in the equation ¿= X+Y*n, where X is the number of jaeger shots your little vixen has downed, Y is the amount of dinks at the party in integers, and n is the "*** factor".

Say for example that there are 25 dinks, your gf has had 7 jaeger shots, and there are 2 Jamals walkin' around. This gives us

25+7*2= 39
In any case where ¿>10, your gf is going to suck at least 1 other dink that night with a 95% statistical probablility.

show me your credentials *******

i can confirm, i am house

no thanks jeff

jakes on you

are you aweir?

Do you even lift?

anyone aware or even have the link to that miscer back in like 2010 where he was drunk AF on the couch and talkin to people after the party and was like "i will rape u if i get the chance" and "brb eating chips" n **** like that LOL

So many memories. Mr. Angry was one of the OG trolls that got me hooked on the MISC



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So last night im chillin with the crew, decide to check out some new bar in town, some kinda redneck ****, ugly assed f@gs wearing leather waistcoats n ****. spend more on a silk tie than these b1tches spent on their rusty assed trucks.

Walk in, got every guys eyes on me, im infamous around here son. Get a table and order in some beers, on the house of course. Notice some guys across the room hollering about some **** so i walk over, turns out some local ***** is arm wrestling for cash, thinsk he hot ****, $10 a go. I lay down $1,000, and take a seat. Grip up and my arm damn near blocked out the sunlight, eclipsed his ass. I gave him a couple seconds to feel like a big man, highlight of his pathetic life, thinking hes got a chance with my strong assed self, next thing he knows SLAM bust his arm down, snapped his wrist in two, he starts screamin n ****, ruining my buzz so i knock him the **** out with a chair and order some more beers.


Me n the crew go back to my house, suppin some premium brew in my room, got some loud ass music on, next thing i know my dads banging at tht door, shouting some ****.Open the door and he starts gettin in my face about the music, telling me to shut the hell up. My ***** dad is aways trying **** with me tryin to look like a big man in front of my crew. Im about ready to knock him out, crews on my back telling me to wreck his skull so i grab him in a headlock and start running round the room. Crews hollering n **** seein his weak assed legs wiggling like a b1tch, hes whining like a ***** to let him go but i got his neck locked up in my polska grip and this b1tch aint going nowhere.

Swinging him around slammin his ass into walls n **** but hes still actin like a ****ing b1tch., wont shut the hell up so i think "**** this ****" and throw his ass right outta the window. About now crews on the floor laughing seeing my ***** dad go flyin head first. Hear him hit the dirt like a sack o **** so had a llook out the window and see him on the floor,, He aint moving so we throw some beer cans at his head n he starts crawling to the door moaning n ****.

Havent seen his ass since, ducked me at breakfast. B1tch had it coming, he wont try **** again. Im the man of ths house son.

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**** went down at the club last night, jacked fibras saved my life


So last night me n the crew r scanning the club, we run securtity on every door in town, ran the old pussies outta town, aint seem em since. had the usuial drunk assed preppy f@gs from the local college, simple choke hold, knee, punch and they are down then we throw them into a dumpster ion the alleyway, one night we puyt 8 guys in it at once, squashed em in like tuna in a can.


im working the door, crowds are lovin it, seeing me, im a damn celebrity oin this town, im like "chill the **** out" but these guys are shoving n **** trying to get a glipse of my strong assed self especially since im rockin a fine italian suit, really shows off my frame,m

Peoiple r texting each other n ****, soon musta been 1000 outside the club taking pictures begging to get in, guys start shoving some girlsz and the crews like "**** this" and jump in, start nailing people uypside the head, i break out the bats we keep behind the door, cracking skulls all over the ****ing place. women love this ****, im top dog and they cant get enough of me whoopin ass,, im givin them a glimpse of my strong ass face inbetween swings of the blood soaked bat, its like a damn photo shoot.

next thing i know some pussy draws a gun, little T makes a grab and gets hit, good thing the crew wear vests, i dont, i aint got time for that pussy ****, so i go for the guy with a "son, somebody about to get their **** messed up" look on my face i see a flash but dont feel **** since im jacked up with adrenaline, i tackle this guy and the crew goes to work on his skull while i kick his gun down a drain. crowds gone ****ing wild,

Crew locks down the club and calls a doc, girls r all over me crying n ****, im like "i aint got time to bleed" and sip some $1000 champage with a **** eating grin opn my face, when the docs turn up they couldnt believe their ****ing eyes, turns out my jacked up muscle fibras stopped that 9 in its tracks, like organic body armor or some ****, a normal pussied ass guy wouldnt hit the bricks and died, a bullet aint sah1t to 220lbs of coiuled up fibras, you dont gotta be a scientist to knopw that.


w2hen i say im built for this **** i mean it.













I could do some serious damage in strongman

With my jacked up muscles and strong ass determination i could mess peoples **** up at world strongman. Serriously, when i shift my mind into workout mode you know some heavy ass weights are gonna be lifted, no pussied ass b1tches come close to my level of jackology in this town.

Not only are my muscles big but they've got more layers of fibras n **** than other peoples. Just the other day my man J-Bomb thought he was cokcy **** since hes pretty damn jacked too put he aint got **** on me. We set up some weights in my backyard, topless in this weather, real man **** here son, no time for pussy assed health spas, i schooled his ass, should have seen his eyes, couldnyt believe the kinda sh21t i was lifting.

2 more months of lifting and im gona compete, im gonna blow these pussies away, sponsors all over my storong assed Polish self beggng me to advertise drinks n ****, you ever see a strongman with a sixpack like me??, hell no,. ill be a revolation, you'd best get ready for this son.

















Im so very angry

Get up this morning and Litytle T is on the phone, turns out some b1tches burnt out the club, crew is arming up, some **** is gonna go down tonight. We rekon some pussied assed bouncwrs we beat outta town decided to get even so now we gotta remove their skulls through their anuses like trhey did back in Polska.

Right now im buzzin on a bottle of jack to calm me down otherwise id be tearing **** up. My dad is back from europe and that b1tch gets in my face too often, i reckon he needs a balaclava beatdown when he goes out tonight.No witnesses. Rattle sum **** up.

Im about ready to bust this town up, ****s been going off everywhere, pussied assed b1tcfhes think im getting soft or sum ****. Time to start cracking some skulls and reminding people we run **** in this place.

Just last night im fiullin up ythe Benz and these clowns drive by hollering sum **** so i jump in and drive after them, musta been going 155mph cause im flooring it, these pussies r running scared cause they know they are in trouble and due a whoopn. Good thing is they went right into a pole at 80mph, driver went through the widscreen. DOA. one less due a beating,






















The more jacked i get the more **** i gotta handle on the streets

With each jacked inch i add to my biceps the more beef i inherit on the streets.

Every night i go out i expect **** to go down, my crew in on look out 24/7.

Ive ruined 2 Armani suits with blood and musta busted the skulls of 50 guys over the summer. Cops all over my business n ****, just waiting to catch me wreckin somebody upside the head.

Just last week my Polish ass was jumped by 8 guys at the lake while i was chillin n **** with my girl. They couldnt get me to the ground since im built for this ****, aint no one knocking me out, you cant kill me son.

I was like "**** this ****" and jumped in my car, floored it and ran 3 guys oiver. Musta broke sum bones n ****. Havent seen them guys since.

too much solid content in this thread, ban OP and delete thread

The Bateman's whale slaying thread was peak misc.

Our brah doitbig191

GOAT moment @ 1:20 - 1:40.

One of the GOAT Copypastas:

Whenever I get a package of plain M&Ms, I make it my duty to continue the strength and robustness of the candy as a species. To this end, I hold M&M duels. Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I apply pressure, squeezing them together until one of them cracks and splinters. That is the "loser," and I eat the inferior one immediately. The winner gets to go another round. I have found that, in general, the brown and red M&Ms are tougher, and the newer blue ones are genetically inferior. I have hypothesized that the blue M&Ms as a race cannot survive long in the intense theatre of competition that is the modern candy and snack-food world. Occasionally I will get a mutation, a candy that is misshapen, or pointier, or flatter than the rest. Almost invariably this proves to be a weakness, but on very rare occasions it gives the candy extra strength In this way, the species continues to adapt to its environment. When I reach the end of the pack, I am left with one M&M, the strongest of the herd. Since it would make no sense to eat this one as well, I pack it neatly in an envelope and send it to: M&M Mars, A Division of Mars, Inc. Hackettstown, NJ 17840-1503 U.S.A.along with a 3x5 card reading, "Please use this M&M for breeding purposes."

This week they wrote back to thank me, and sent me a coupon for a free 1/2 pound bag of plain M&Ms. I consider this "grant money." I have set aside the weekend for a grand tournament. From a field of hundreds, we will discover the True Champion. There can be only one


Another classic:

I have a morning ritual that I need to share. I call it "the terminator". First I crouch down in the shower in the classic "naked terminator traveling through time" pose. With my eyes closed I crouch there for a minute, visualizing either Arnold or the guy from the second movie (not the chick in the third one because that one sucked) and I start to hum the terminator theme. Then I slowly rise to a standing position and open my eyes. It helps me to proceed through my day as an emotionless, cyborg badass. The only problem is if the shower curtain sticks to my terminator leg. It ruins the fantasy. I found tonight that it is more successful to progressively humm it louder as you perform the ritual.

Any classic crews brahs? The one's we have these days are tame compared to the all time misc great crews.

***Can't stop staring at my cat's a**hole crew***
***Sniff hard as fck whenever a girl walks past to try and smell her vag crew***
***Hyperventilates and convulses when a girl makes eye contact crew***
***Hospitalized due to injuries received in foosball and table tennis crew***
***Orders pizza then turns out all the lights and hides when deliveryman knocks on the door crew***
***Leave class when professor ask to pair up Crew***
***Only leave the house for gym and school Crew***
***not sure what to do with my life anymore crew***
***My dog won't let me pet it crew***
***Scared Of Deer In My Backyard Crew***
***Can't Pee When Someone Else Is In The Bathroom Crew***
***Has A Socially Awkward Cat Crew***
***Does Very Sexual Stretches In The Shower Crew***
***Never invited to/had a birthday party ever crew***
***Too forever-alone to join forever-alone crew crew***
***Would probably kill myself if it weren't for the misc crew***
***Ask for a sip and drink everything crew***
***Brag about doing anal to a bish in front of her father crew***
***Never pay for anything crew***
***Take up 2 handicap spots when parking crew***

Crews were one of my favorite parts of the misc, couple other good ones:
***couldn't get girls so went gay crew****
***couldn't get guys either crew***
***smallest micropenis in my micro penis support group crew***
***Fap to girls I know irl on ******** and send them apologetic messages afterwards crew***
*looks like something off the hills have eyes crew*
*girl behind register smiles at me and i zone out dreaming of us frolicking in the meadows crew*
*successfully masturbate under the cape while getting a haircut Crew*
*Only chance I have of losing my virginity is in prison crew*
*Piss on balls every time because micropenis crew*
*sit in my car for hours on a weekend night so my dog things i have a life crew*
*call suicide hotline, they try and convince me to do it crew*
*Cries after fapping crew*
*Cooks 20 lbs of chicken and throws it away for maximum muscle confusion crew*

Funny how there are so many old accounts posting for the first time...

Lmfao. Too many classics! Got you on r/c bro.

GJDM