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(The Sun)   Two gorilla brothers who have been separated for three years recognize each other and joyfully embrace when they're reunited. Is it just me or are these bananas really dusty?   (thesun.co.uk) divider line 45
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2012-08-16 08:15:57 AM
no its the bamboo thats dusty
 
2012-08-16 08:16:42 AM
Cute, cool story. Great headline.
 
2012-08-16 08:17:00 AM
Dusty Bananas is a great name for a band..

/Also that was really awesome with the gorillas!
//Diane Fossey would have loved to have seen that..
 
2012-08-16 08:17:13 AM
The "dusty" meme is the worst meme ever.

fark you submitter.
 
2012-08-16 08:18:09 AM
NSFW pictures there, subby.
 
2012-08-16 08:20:34 AM
Black family reunion.

Isle seat.
 
2012-08-16 08:23:04 AM
Dusty Bananas sounds like the name of an over the hill male stripper.
 
2012-08-16 08:24:08 AM
a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net

Could have just looked him up in the phone book
 
2012-08-16 08:27:30 AM

spawn73: The "dusty" meme is the worst meme ever.


At least it's better than the vodak one.
 
Slu
2012-08-16 08:33:16 AM

spawn73: The "dusty" meme is the worst meme ever.

fark you submitter.


While an awful meme, the "cute" description of butt ugly chicks is the worst meme ever.

But seriously, if that story made you tear up, you must be the kind of pussy that tears up at greeting card commercials. I got another year jerker for you. I hug my brother when I see him!
 
Slu
2012-08-16 08:34:25 AM

Slu: spawn73: The "dusty" meme is the worst meme ever.

fark you submitter.

While an awful meme, the "cute" description of butt ugly chicks is the worst meme ever.

But seriously, if that story made you tear up, you must be the kind of pussy that tears up at greeting card commercials. I got another year jerker for you. I hug my brother when I see him!


Or tear jerker.
 
2012-08-16 08:40:17 AM

Matthew Keene: Black family reunion.

Isle seat.


1) Kind of ... like when June-Bug gets early release from the 'Pen.
2) Aisle. Aisle.

/uh, 3) did I just get troll'd?
 
2012-08-16 08:40:55 AM

machodonkeywrestler: Dusty Bananas sounds like the name of an over the hill male stripper.


ha
 
2012-08-16 08:41:51 AM

spawn73: The "dusty" meme is the worst meme ever.

fark you submitter.


Seems like a useful shorthand. Do you have a better way of easily saying "these pictures are going to make you tear up a little"?

It's certainly better then the "hot-or-not roulette" meme.
 
2012-08-16 08:43:01 AM
991.com
 
2012-08-16 08:45:27 AM
It is so amazing that in the 6000 years or so that the Earth has existed these creatures, that in no way shape or form share any direct genetic lineage with us, can seem so human.
 
2012-08-16 08:46:18 AM
I play in all kinds of leagues - softball, bowling, golf, racquetball, basketball - basically year round. It keeps me in shape and fulfills my need for competition. Most of all, though, I enjoy the camaraderie and close friendships that form between men on the same team. I've been the best man at countless weddings, have kids named after me, even sponsored one of the guys who was having trouble with alcoholism. Honestly, I enjoy the sports but the brotherhood means more to me than playing silly games with balls.

My mother was mentally ill and my father disappeared after he found out that mom was pregnant with twins. My brother and I are identical, born at exactly the same instant. We came out of the vagina hugging each other. The doctors couldn't believe how loud my mom screamed.

Growing up, my brother and I were inseparable. Our favorite thing to do was play basketball in the driveway at the firehouse down the street. We were only five or six at the time, so we couldn't even make baskets, but we'd pretend like we did. Sometimes the firemen would hoist us up and we'd have a dunk contest between us. I remember those times as the most fun I've ever had. I try to recreate it with the adult leagues, but it's feels like someone telling me about an ice cream cone rather than me tasting it myself.

When we were seven, mom had a breakdown at work and blinded another woman with a pair of scissors. She was found mentally incompetent to stand trial, so they locked her up and doped her up. They took my brother and I to an orphanage that was 95% black. The black kids used to wait until we were asleep and then rub their feces inside our mouths. My brother and I hated it there, especially since the home administrators abused us too. We planned to runaway, but the night before we were going to leave, two men came into our room, grabbed my brother, and took him away. I tried to fight them, but one knocked me unconscious with a club. I didn't think I'd ever see my brother again.

Fast forward twenty years. With the internet uprising, finding people becomes easier than ever. With the help of a private investigator who specialized in internet searches, I found my brother two years ago. He was living on the opposite coast from me, but we agreed to meet in our old hometown, outside of Detroit. When I first saw him, I shouted and jumped around like a little kid. Hugging each other felt like the two halves of one brain finally wiring themselves back together again after a traumatic accident. All those years apart dissolved in an instant.

We went to our favorite childhood restaurant, but it had burned down, so instead we went to Arby's. We ate and talked and talked and ate. But then, at the end of the meal, he reached into his pocket, took out a plastic baggie, opened it, and then placed a little hunk of turd in his mouth. He chewed it forever, smiling and smacking his lips, then swallowed it before taking out another little piece of shiat from the bag. I felt like puking.

"Want some?" he asked, extending the bag.

"What the fark is wrong with you?" I asked.

He shrugged his shoulders and said, "reminds me of old times, I guess."

I couldn't take it, so I told him goodbye, walked out, and never contacted him again. Thinking about it now, though, I guess we both gravitated back toward our childhood memories, some good some bad. I play basketball with 60 year old men who've had their knees replaced. My brother eats little pieces of shiat. I guess it's kind of the same.
 
2012-08-16 08:48:50 AM

spentmiles: I play in all kinds of leagues - softball, bowling, golf, racquetball, basketball - basically year round. It keeps me in shape and fulfills my need for competition. Most of all, though, I enjoy the camaraderie and close friendships that form between men on the same team. I've been the best man at countless weddings, have kids named after me, even sponsored one of the guys who was having trouble with alcoholism. Honestly, I enjoy the sports but the brotherhood means more to me than playing silly games with balls.

My mother was mentally ill and my father disappeared after he found out that mom was pregnant with twins. My brother and I are identical, born at exactly the same instant. We came out of the vagina hugging each other. The doctors couldn't believe how loud my mom screamed.

Growing up, my brother and I were inseparable. Our favorite thing to do was play basketball in the driveway at the firehouse down the street. We were only five or six at the time, so we couldn't even make baskets, but we'd pretend like we did. Sometimes the firemen would hoist us up and we'd have a dunk contest between us. I remember those times as the most fun I've ever had. I try to recreate it with the adult leagues, but it's feels like someone telling me about an ice cream cone rather than me tasting it myself.

When we were seven, mom had a breakdown at work and blinded another woman with a pair of scissors. She was found mentally incompetent to stand trial, so they locked her up and doped her up. They took my brother and I to an orphanage that was 95% black. The black kids used to wait until we were asleep and then rub their feces inside our mouths. My brother and I hated it there, especially since the home administrators abused us too. We planned to runaway, but the night before we were going to leave, two men came into our room, grabbed my brother, and took him away. I tried to fight them, but one knocked me unconscious with a club. I didn't think I'd ever see m ...

~
You idiot.
 
2012-08-16 08:52:21 AM
And no jimmies were rustled that day.
 
2012-08-16 08:52:38 AM
spentmiles

Please don't change :)
 
2012-08-16 08:53:16 AM

spentmiles: I couldn't take it, so I told him goodbye, walked out, and never contacted him again. Thinking about it now, though, I guess we both gravitated back toward our childhood memories, some good some bad. I play basketball with 60 year old men who've had their knees replaced. My brother eats little pieces of shiat. I guess it's kind of the same.


Haha. Well worth the read.
 
2012-08-16 09:04:01 AM
Later that day, the silverback beat the smaller one into submission to prove he was the alpha male. Bro fist to the face.
 
2012-08-16 09:05:00 AM
It's the smell. Unmistakable. We've lost it.

I've lived in close quarters with monkeys for 20 years. Whenever I happen across an unfamiliar monk I can tell from its behaviour that he knows I'm part of the tribe. I'm not talking about being sweaty & grubby. I'm normally a fastidious old queene, very alert to my own body odor (also a sort of Vegan).

Not only monkeys go on the alert when they sniff their kin on me: I drive strange dogs crazy. They poke and they smell, then they get this worried look: 'What the hell kind of dog is THAT?' You can tell how puzzled they are by the unfamiliar primate scent.

My guess is that these two have a sense of smell like radar. They could identify each other in pitch darkness.

/But I still laughed at the "Black Family Reunion" crack.
 
2012-08-16 09:23:54 AM
Subby has banana problems? I think that counts as TMI.
 
2012-08-16 09:24:23 AM

spentmiles: I play in all kinds of leagues - softball, bowling, golf, racquetball, basketball - basically year round. It keeps me in shape and fulfills my need for competition. Most of all, though, I enjoy the camaraderie and close friendships that form between men on the same team. I've been the best man at countless weddings, have kids named after me, even sponsored one of the guys who was having trouble with alcoholism. Honestly, I enjoy the sports but the brotherhood means more to me than playing silly games with balls.

My mother was mentally ill and my father disappeared after he found out that mom was pregnant with twins. My brother and I are identical, born at exactly the same instant. We came out of the vagina hugging each other. The doctors couldn't believe how loud my mom screamed.

Growing up, my brother and I were inseparable. Our favorite thing to do was play basketball in the driveway at the firehouse down the street. We were only five or six at the time, so we couldn't even make baskets, but we'd pretend like we did. Sometimes the firemen would hoist us up and we'd have a dunk contest between us. I remember those times as the most fun I've ever had. I try to recreate it with the adult leagues, but it's feels like someone telling me about an ice cream cone rather than me tasting it myself.

When we were seven, mom had a breakdown at work and blinded another woman with a pair of scissors. She was found mentally incompetent to stand trial, so they locked her up and doped her up. They took my brother and I to an orphanage that was 95% black. The black kids used to wait until we were asleep and then rub their feces inside our mouths. My brother and I hated it there, especially since the home administrators abused us too. We planned to runaway, but the night before we were going to leave, two men came into our room, grabbed my brother, and took him away. I tried to fight them, but one knocked me unconscious with a club. I didn't think I'd ever see m ...


Please tell me you're an author. I would buy your books.
 
2012-08-16 09:35:54 AM
I thought it was going to be a story about Tyson and Holyfield meeting and making up.
 
GBB
2012-08-16 09:59:42 AM
did they do their complicated 18 step handshake, too?
 
2012-08-16 10:00:49 AM
spentmiles:

What in the sam hell?!?

You came out together, hugging. WUT?

Your mother stabs a woman's eyes out? Hrmm?

Boys at the orphanage smear poo in your mouths. Who's a what's a?!?

Your brother eats poo in an Arby's. Okay. I can see that.

You play ball with old men and all is right with the world. I think you broke my brain.
 
2012-08-16 10:01:47 AM
i75.photobucket.com
Sup homie!
 
2012-08-16 10:09:36 AM
i29.photobucket.com 

www.101bananas.com
"You know, Sid, I really like bananas...I mean, I know
that's not profound ornothin'... Heck! We ALL do...
But for me,I think it goes much more beyond that."
 
2012-08-16 10:11:59 AM
Many a feces was thrown that day.
 
2012-08-16 10:15:07 AM
Loves me some Spentmiles posts!!! Keep 'em coming.
 
2012-08-16 10:34:06 AM
Spentmiles delivers yet again.
 
2012-08-16 10:38:08 AM

IronOcelot: Spentmiles delivers yet again.


And who would have thought we'd get such a bizarre treat in a thread about reunited gorilla brothers?
 
2012-08-16 10:50:47 AM
All I see is two Kardashian sisters hugging. Where's the gorilla story?
 
2012-08-16 11:21:25 AM

Big Ramifications: troll: tl/dr
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You idiot.


a known troll knocks out some racist nonsense, and gets how many posts of praise?
these people are fked in the head.
 
2012-08-16 11:55:58 AM
anongallery.org
 
2012-08-16 12:13:04 PM

IronOcelot: Spentmiles delivers yet again.


not bad, but he's written better stories in the past.
 
2012-08-16 12:49:33 PM
Pictures are good, video is better.
 
2012-08-16 01:22:45 PM
Why do people always expect animals to be retarded and then act like it's an anomaly when they're not? Of course they'd remember each other, geez.
 
2012-08-16 01:44:17 PM
The work of spentmiles is so beautiful, it makes me weep.
 
2012-08-16 02:06:12 PM
img2.timeinc.net
 
2012-08-17 02:34:33 AM

amindtat: Later that day, the silverback beat the smaller one into submission to prove he was the alpha male. Bro fist to the face.


So no matter what species you are, brothers are douches.
 
2012-08-17 07:27:29 AM

stonicus:


Whats that from
 
2012-08-17 10:14:27 AM

UncleStumpy: stonicus:

Whats that from


That was this past season of 2½ Men. Walden's mother is a gorilla scientist. For several years of his childhood, Walden was raised with a gorilla "brother" as part of an experiment. That picture is from when they reunited.
 
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