Epicmafia

Vocaroo the lines above you

over 10 years

You know what I thought would be fun? Using vocaroo to say the lines that the person above you posts.

So for instance if someone posts: "The dinosaur killed the lion with his flame breath", you'd make a vocaroo saying "The dinosaur killed the lion with his flame breath."

And then you'd post something for the next person to say... Keep it less than X-Rated please.

Sound fun?

Cool.

To start it off say "I'M BATMAN".

I'm sexy and I know it!!

WIGGLE WIGGLE WIGGLE WIGGLE WIGGLE

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

dududuududududu

tricksterer

over 10 years

http://vocaroo.com/i/s0DdRGS0krWy

“Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be.”

lzayaOrihara

over 10 years

http://vocaroo.com/i/s18k1Ag526hN

Thank you for loving me even if it was just for a week and thank you for making me feel as if you loved me again. You took me back to a time when you loved me and that's all I could ever ask for in this short lifetime. I love you, giant. Thank you for everything...

pickels

over 10 years

http://vocaroo.com/i/s1Tg0C9Pzqti
lmfao

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
and before the street begins,
and there the grass grows soft and white,
and there the sun burns crimson bright,
and there the moon-bird rests from his flight
to cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
and the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
we shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow
and watch where the chalk-white arrows go
to the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
and we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
for the children, they mark, and the children, they know,
the place where the sidewalk ends.

deletedover 10 years

julian

http://vocaroo.com/i/s1X3iNkKhoeY

qow

http://vocaroo.com/i/s14hPo9ElyXj

"C-A-T-S CATS CATS CATS OOOOOOHHHHH C-A-T-S CATS CATS CATS"

deletedover 10 years

http://vocaroo.com/i/s0OgySIoxAED for kino
http://vocaroo.com/i/s0qOXAKa7GG6 for sexypickles

"i love you. i. love. you. of course i love you. You know I love you, shut up!"

for inspiration: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8f0DKR037PA

deletedover 10 years

http://vocaroo.com/i/s0yG2Ui7I1X7

moshi moshi, jesus desu?

pickels

over 10 years

http://vocaroo.com/i/s0IwoZQHveXc

i did the sloth thing
( i said rising, meant raising ffff)

Gurl stops meking out
n asked boi to get potartz
he dus
den gurl teks deep breff
and gurl sais
bf
I am pregnent
will u stay ma bf
n he seys
"NO"
gurl iz hertbrokn
gurl cried n runz awaii from boi wiffout eatin poptart
n she has low blood suga
so she fols
boi runs ova 2 her
She Ded
boi crie
I sed I no be ur bf
cuz i wona b ur husband!
he screems
n frows poptart @ wol
a bootiful diomand ring wus insyd

LIK DIS IF U CRY EVERTIM!!!!

kino

over 10 years

so much work ;o; http://vocaroo.com/i/s0xz86jzLFKD

Since leaves provide little energy, sloths deal with this by a range of economy measures: they have very low metabolic rates (less than half of that expected for a mammal of their size), and maintain low body temperatures when active (30–34°C or 86–93°F), and still lower temperatures when resting.

Although unable to survive outside the tropical rainforests of South and Central America, within that environment sloths are outstandingly successful creatures. On Barro Colorado Island in Panama, sloths have been estimated to comprise 70% of the biomass of arboreal mammals.[5] Four of the six living species are presently rated "least concern"; the maned three-toed sloth (Bradypus torquatus), which inhabits Brazil's dwindling Atlantic Forest, is classified as "endangered", while the island-dwelling pygmy three-toed sloth (B. pygmaeus) is critically endangered.

SirAmelio

over 10 years

dude omg you are my fave person ever

also isnt that like way too long tricksterer lel

tricksterer

over 10 years

http://vocaroo.com/i/s09Jh2A7OAXa

https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Ezekiel%2037

deletedover 10 years

SirAmelio says

(i derped a bit but pls dont kill me im not english-speaker native and i dont even know what that is from)
http://vocaroo.com/i/s0Udu2mOt45c

ATTENTION WORTHLESS HUMAN.
THIS IS YOUR GOD SPEAKING.
IT IS A WRATHFUL GOD WHO DESPISES YOU MORE THAN YOU COULD HAVE POSSIBLY DARED TO FEAR.
I HAVE WATCHED YOUR ENTIRE PATHETIC LIFE UNFOLD.
I HAVE OBSERVED YOU WHILE YOU WOULD QUAKE AND TREMBLE IN PERSONAL PRAYERS OF SHAME.
WHILE YOU PLEADED FORGIVENESS FOR BEING SUCH A WRETCHED DISGUSTING FAILURE ON EVERY CONCEIVABLE LEVEL.
PROSTRATE BEFORE THE STUPID AND FALSE CLOWN GODS YOU HAVE SCRIBBLED ON THE WALLS OF YOUR BLOCK.
BOGUS DEITIES WORSHIPED BY A PRIMITIVE "PARADISE" PLANET.
BUT YOUR PRAYERS WILL NOT BE ANSWERED.
THERE ARE NO MIRACLES IN STORE FOR YOU, HUMAN.
ONLY MY HATE.
IT IS A HATE SO PURE AND HOT IT WOULD CONSUME YOUR SAD UNDERDEVELOPED HUMAN THINK PAN TO EVEN CONTEMPLATE.
IT IS A HATE THAT TO FATHOM MUST BE PUT INTO SONG.
SHRIEKED BY THE TEN THOUSAND ROWDY SHOUT SPHINCTERS PEPPERING THE GRUESOME UNDERBELLY OF THE MOST TRUCULENT GOD THE FURTHEST RING CAN MUSTER.
IT IS A HATE THAT MADE YOU AND WILL SURELY DESTROY YOU.
MY HATE IS THE LIFEBLOOD THAT PULSES THROUGH THE VEINS OF YOUR UNIVERSE.
IT IS MY GIFT TO YOU.
YOU'RE WELCOME FOR THAT.
YOU UNGRATEFUL PIECE OF s_h_i_t

http://vocaroo.com/i/s1LRue94B9Wh

read this pls

http://38.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfazfzslaq1qaotjto1_500.jpg

deletedover 10 years

Not sayin that

YOU SHALL NOT PASSSS

SirAmelio

over 10 years

(i derped a bit but pls dont kill me im not english-speaker native and i dont even know what that is from)
http://vocaroo.com/i/s0Udu2mOt45c

ATTENTION WORTHLESS HUMAN.
THIS IS YOUR GOD SPEAKING.
IT IS A WRATHFUL GOD WHO DESPISES YOU MORE THAN YOU COULD HAVE POSSIBLY DARED TO FEAR.
I HAVE WATCHED YOUR ENTIRE PATHETIC LIFE UNFOLD.
I HAVE OBSERVED YOU WHILE YOU WOULD QUAKE AND TREMBLE IN PERSONAL PRAYERS OF SHAME.
WHILE YOU PLEADED FORGIVENESS FOR BEING SUCH A WRETCHED DISGUSTING FAILURE ON EVERY CONCEIVABLE LEVEL.
PROSTRATE BEFORE THE STUPID AND FALSE CLOWN GODS YOU HAVE SCRIBBLED ON THE WALLS OF YOUR BLOCK.
BOGUS DEITIES WORSHIPED BY A PRIMITIVE "PARADISE" PLANET.
BUT YOUR PRAYERS WILL NOT BE ANSWERED.
THERE ARE NO MIRACLES IN STORE FOR YOU, HUMAN.
ONLY MY HATE.
IT IS A HATE SO PURE AND HOT IT WOULD CONSUME YOUR SAD UNDERDEVELOPED HUMAN THINK PAN TO EVEN CONTEMPLATE.
IT IS A HATE THAT TO FATHOM MUST BE PUT INTO SONG.
SHRIEKED BY THE TEN THOUSAND ROWDY SHOUT SPHINCTERS PEPPERING THE GRUESOME UNDERBELLY OF THE MOST TRUCULENT GOD THE FURTHEST RING CAN MUSTER.
IT IS A HATE THAT MADE YOU AND WILL SURELY DESTROY YOU.
MY HATE IS THE LIFEBLOOD THAT PULSES THROUGH THE VEINS OF YOUR UNIVERSE.
IT IS MY GIFT TO YOU.
YOU'RE WELCOME FOR THAT.
YOU UNGRATEFUL PIECE OF s_h_i_t

Triarch

over 10 years

http://vocaroo.com/i/s0yx1IrlCcHL

My people... Sons and Daughters of Helghan. This much I vow: The history of these days will be written in blood. By crushing the armies of our enemy, by seizing the weapons they thought to turn against us, we were fighting for our very existence. But if there are those who would deny us peace; refuse us our rightful place in the universe, then we will unleash such terrible vengeance that generations yet unborn will cry out in anguish! The enemy may shatter our bodies, but they cannot break our spirit. Even now they advance on our home world, to seize by force what they cannot claim by right. They cannot imagine what awaits them. WE WILL SMITE THE INVADERS FROM OUR SKIES! Though they sweep over our lands like the sands of winter, never again will we bow before them; never again endure their oppression; never again endure their tyranny. We will strike without warning and without mercy, fighting as one hand, one heart, one soul. We will shatter their dreams and haunt their nightmares, drenching our ancestors' graves with their blood. And as our last breath tears at their lungs; as we rise again from the ruins of our cities... they will know: Helghan belongs to the Helghast.