Dank Frank and his Plank Tank Bank

01/01/2015

Let this beautiful man wish you a slightly less sh*tty 2015.

12/26/2014

Merry Boxing Day you scrublords

10/31/2014

Is Halloween like Christmas, but with sweets instead of presents?
http://youtu.be/q6-ZGAGcJrk

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10/08/2014

>mfw some tells me I don't have the dank

09/27/2014

I met a man in the past who showed me my future.

I think he was off his rocker, but having a mechsuit was pretty cool.

09/24/2014

In the moonlight we spread our wings and soar into the endless sky.
Then we fall and die because humans can't fly.

Du***ss.

09/22/2014

Behold ye mighty and despair, for I am Dank Frank, and I bring my army of Kush to lay low the divine you worship as all!

09/22/2014

What is love?
bae imma hurt u bitch

09/21/2014

Story Time with Dank Frank

Once upon a time, there was a man whose optical attention was drawn upon a female specimen of acceptable tastes. His associate, a man of ill-repute, caught the wandering view of the aforementioned man and began to use her as the foundation for an enlightening conversation.
"Oh fellow gentleman, I do implore you. Does this homo sapien of a feminine nature have the desired engorged gluteus maximus that one such as myself would find attractive?"
The primary man, hereafter referred to as 'the Gentleman', turned to his colleague, hereafter referred to as 'the Unsavoury Peasant', and stated the following.
"After admiring her for an extended period I have come to the conclusion that this individual does in fact meet the requirements for your degenerate tastes. However, a true Gentleman such as myself does not stoop down to such levels and in fact treats his prospective mates as an equal."
The Gentleman, sufficiently disgusted by his compatriot and convinced in his intellectual superiority, reached upon his head and gently tipped the forefront of his stylish hat at the Unsavoury Peasant, whom by now was wallowing in his own self pity. Fastening his jacket, the Gentleman stood proudly and strode out of the establishment, flocked by an increasing crowd of impressively endowed female human beings.
The Unsavoury Peasant soon became deceased due to the severe deficiency of euphoria in his life.

The end.

09/20/2014

>Be me.
>Dyslexic as hell.
>My spelling is so bad - I am always adding superfluous letters into words when they are not required.
>I try to make my spelling ability better.
>Certain issues surrounding the containment of my handwriting within lined paper arises - almost instantaneously.
>This causes me excessive grief.
>It appears that my spelling is fine - I am just stupid.
>NFW

09/20/2014

Just saw an open letter to the NSA.

Of course it was open.

09/20/2014

Quoth the Raven: "I can't speak you re**rd"