User blog:Joe Copp/CoD Wiki Super Community Super Polls for November 2000013

It's been a while.

Wiki related
What should be Slav's initiation into the admin guild? Flogging Jogging Chat logging Ham hogging Hog hamming?

How many Callofduty4s could a Callofduty4 Callofduty4 if a Callofduty4 could Callofduty4 Callofduty4s? Irrelevant, you can't Callofduty4 Callofduty4s Callofduty4 Callofduty4s Callofduty4 Callofduty4 Callofduty4 Callofduty4

Looks like the War Room is becoming active again. Who do we thank? Me Jesús Same thing

How much aid should we sent to Battlefield Wiki? A sole illiterate user Kat's pocket sand Like 3 people, maybe A BRAAAND NEEEW CAAAAAARRRR!!!

What happened to IRC? FireBird- Chat Bovell Bovell Bovell What happened to the wiki?

CoD related
Is Ghosts any good? No seriously, I have no idea. 10/10 would play Worth fapping Gaben disapproves Curse of the Bambino

Ground War Ultrasound Boar One player on each team commanding a legion of 18 dogs. Each. I don't know what to write

Mountain Dew GAEM FEUEL Maintian Dope The lifeblood of the CoD universe Taco Bell

Stuffs
Rob Ford lol

How evil is Reddit? Like 4 evil Wow. Much evil. Very condescend Pretty spoopy imo

Musician of the century Kanyay T Swift up in dis Carb Amish Paradise is a masterpiece

PC gaming Skywhim 42.zip Mienencraftuschtenkaffenschbeil Porno! *bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz* Eerily lurking on Comrade Robinson's webcam, because he is gorgeous

Wat http://i.imgur.com/SrKzRpQ.gif http://i.imgur.com/elpKRfG.gif http://i.imgur.com/Fuk9dUM.gif?1 http://i.imgur.com/hxuzfvf.gif

Imgur Cats Hipsters Every top comment is literally the same exact thing Making fun of 4chan

You slowly draw open your eyes to darkness. Where am I? You feel around the floor a bit and come to the reasonable conclusion that you are in a closet. But this is no closet of yours, you think. I can't even fit in my closet, you think. You must be somewhere else. But where? You didn't go to any parties last night... nooo, you don't even go to parties. You couldn't have gotten drunk yourself because you're flat broke. What was it you had for dinner? Oh right, veggie lasagna. That shit was bangin. Anyway, you try to stand up but hit your head on the ceiling. You recoil in pain--and then you notice. There's something heavy on your leg. A ring; some sort of trap. It's metal. It's cold. It's keeping you locked to the coat rack. A bead of sweat rolls down your brow and across your cheek. Where the hell are you? You release a quiet whimper, along the lines of a plea for help. No response. You try to look out of the slats in the door but the angle of things in the room prevents a good picture. Help! you cry, to no avail. You cry out again, and again, and once more, but you start to lose hope. Could this really be the end? Not likely, but you're scared anyway. Suddenly, as if to respond to the optimism, a door in the room outside the closet creaks open. A footstep. Two. Three. Closer. Breathing. Sweating. He know's you're there. He put you there. He slides his slimy hand on the doorknob and you cringe into the corner. You hear locks unlatch. A zipper pulled down. Your eyes are as wide as saucers but you still can't see anything. The door opens. A silhouette. A hand on your shoulder. A light! A face. Sam's face. Sam, the bureaucrat. Guess he really is crazy. Turn to page 82 for the conclusion! Kick him in the face with your ENERGY LEGS Suggest a subscription to American Rifleman Call for backup as you reveal yourself to be AN UNDERCOVER COP ALL ALONG HAM. SMACK.

Hope you like them. Joe Copp 11:38, November 20, 2013 (UTC)