Back to Cumia Future the… ANTHONY!!!!

0  2016-07-05 by HiImLindsayLohanxx

Back to Cumia Future the… ANTHONY!!!! [We hear the sound of a clock ticking, a little bit of foreshadowing as we see a clock inside a house; the clock says… 4Shadows Futurefilms Clock Company (from the future)] [We see black and white pictures of Mark Owney, Thomas Edison and in a bit of foreshadowing Jonny Future, the last picture is a thin-faced sad-looking bald man with a large ox-like retard girl who is trying to lick her own ear and a radical young skater dude… then a strange invention: a pair of sweatpants pop down and the brown stained groin area is sprayed back to the original grey… the news plays on a TV: a blond woman describes the “recent theft of uranium by Tunisian Terrorist Leader Brojoellah Leechallah,” a menacing shot of a swarthy fat Arab preaching to a crowd is shown the end of his speech is caught as we move past the TV: “into a mixed, filthy, MONGREL RACE!”…] “Hey Ope? Hey, Ope!” An old dark-skinned man, with the stylish hairstyle of individually placed pube follicles and massive acne pock marks, enters the house. “Anybody home? Chipstein, come here boy!” We see the old man turn a knob up to 1,000,000; a humming is heard; he turns another knob up to 1,000,000; and another; then seventeen more… the humming is unbearable. The character picks up a microphone. The camera zooms out and we see him holding a glass of red wine and a huge speaker is in front of him… we know that we’re in for some spontaneous fun! The man effeminately adjusts his hair in the dark reflection of the centre of the speaker. He brings the microphone up to his mouth… we can tell this is a man who has held long cylinders in front of his mouth before. “SWEEEEEET CAROOOLL--------“ [The explosion of sound sends the old man flying across the room, BANG! He slams into a bookcase and in a moment of foreshadowing we see hundreds of small pieces fall on him… pieces of eggshells!] The man looks at the speaker… its completely blown apart. The man slowly takes off his sunglasses in a cool guy type way: “Whoah! … Holocaust, baby!” BRING BRING BRING! The man picks up the phone: “Anthony, bortha!, is that you?” comes a masculine frat-boy voice. “Yeah! Hey, Ope, where are you?” “Alright we got Tony from the New York on the online.” “Opie, wheres Chipstein is he with you?” “Tss, tss, yeah I’m a good time traveller Anthony cause my mother says I’m always taking up space… no wait, I don’t know.” There is a long silence the Opie speaks: “Alright man I’ve found you; can you meet me at the radio station tonight at midnight?” “Well actually I hav-“Anthony is cut short “HOLD ON HOLD ON HOLD ON! I need you tonight man… fhuuuck!” Anthony sighs; we see this is a man who has a hard time being assertive and manly. “I’ll be there.” We hear all right and some other woops in the background from the phone as Anthony rolls his eyes-then he jumps. GONG GONG GONG! The future clock is gonging loudly. “Anthony, where we at with my clock man whats going on?” “Yeah its gonging… its 8 o’clock.” “Anthony my experiment worked, I pumped up the minutes just a bit… just a little bit…” “Opie are you saying…” Opie sniffs and makes noises down the phone… “Opie is it… WUH-OH! ITS 8:45… I’M LATE TO MEET DANI AT SCHOOL!” [We zoom up on Anthony’s scared face and the Power of Love plays loudly. Anthony runs out the door and we see him putting a scarf on. Then he jumps the garden fence and slaps a big pair of goggles onto his face. Now we see why, Anthony takes a second to stop and stand with one hand on his hip and the other still holding his wine – he nods and smiles, then finishes his wine. We see what he was nodding at, his 1920s cool guy automobile! Some super cool shots of Anthony driving around 1950s America: We see big posters of a mayoral candidate Patreeky Oneesh (Anthony makes a comical face), a man with a simpleton-like face pulls his head out of a sack of oats (he and Anthony wave to each other), Anthony takes his hands off the steering-wheel to rub his eyes in disbelief – he thinks he sees a large whale having buckets of water thrown on him – buts it’s another friend and so he waves happily to the man, lastly Ant sees a 42 year old wacky Florida character with a pina colada inside a coconut and a Hawaiian shirt… but that’s not all! This rebellious young fat kid is driving a speedboat up the road, Anthony is shocked and his head spins a full 360 degrees in a comical fashion… “Pretty cool, huuuh?” the fat kid yells as he zooms away. Ant looks in his mirror and says: “it sure is Erock… it sure is!”] Anthony runs up to the school gate and sees a young boyish-looking girl. She holds him and pulls him the other way. “Hey baby!” he says. “This way, you have to watch out. Kermit Brand is looking for you.-” But before she can finish a large but squatter version of Kermit the Frog swing around the corner slams Anthony up against the wall. “Hold it right there McCumia!” He looks menacingly into Ant’s face. “Are you still hanging around with one of my students Dani… this is a little bit of advice McCumia this Dani is a known child and drama queen, you’re in a very dangerous situation. You’re gonna be in big trouble!” Anthony makes some “pff-this guy!” type faces and the studio audience (who didn’t seem to be here before) give a laugh and a “Woah-oh!” Kermit does not take too kindly to this! “Hey you gotta a real attitude problem,” he Kermits out. “You’re a real creep McCumia! You remind me of your Uncle Paul, he was a real creep too! I don’t even know why you’re going to the xm radio try-outs this afternoon, because no McCumia has ever amounted to anything in the past present or the future!” Anthony gains a new confidence and looks Kermit in his frog eyes: “Yeah… we’ll im going to change the past present or future!” [We cut to 4 intellectual looking types sitting on chairs in a gym-hall. From left to right: we have an obese red-haired fat woman with glasses, a thin gay-looking man with a pencil moustasche, an old crusty woman who looks like Hilldog Clinton, and a thinnish black man. They look shocked and displeased… to say the least! … And we’re about to see why! … The camera swivels 360 degrees to show the stage they are looking at: We see Anthony in a KKK uniform doing the Nazi salute and beating a hanging black man from a tree, a Cop is beating a black man with a prop baton rather roughly and a hipster-type guy with a homosexual moustache and beard has un-tethered his pantaloons to his ankles and is thrusting a butt-plug into his anus while he stares down the judges… The black man stands up, and swishing one half of his suit jack back to put his hand on his hip, then raises his other finger up… he booms out: “I’m afraid you’re just too damn racist!” The word echoes 37 times as the screen fades to black (this is foreshadowing).] We cut to a dejected Ant walking with Dani and drinking a bud light. “One firing is nothing Anthony, you’ve got to create your own network… it’s like Ope’s always saying-“ Dani consoles him “-Yeah yeah, if you do radio for 20 years you’re better than everyone, period.” But then something catches Ant’s eye. He jumps onto a bench and watches a big black transsexual knock a camera out a weedy middle-eastern man’s hands and assault him. “Some day, Dani, some day.” Dani looks sympathetically to Ant, he leans in and for a moment we think they will kiss-but- HONK HONK! Now we see the giant squat Kermit the frog in a 1950s car. “Dani! Get away from that old creep and in the car.” Anthony starts to sweat and fidget, instead of saying goodbye he nervously does a Ronald Reagen impersonation: “Yes, well… umm… well…” Dani looks uncomfortably at him, she feels embaressed for the old man, she says goodbye, slaps Anthony on the arm and hops in the car. As the car drive away the Kermit looks disapprovingly at Anthony. Anthony turns around after the car is gone and kicks the bench angry at himself, but notices a piece of paper fall from his arm where Dani slapped him. It’s her number and it says “I love you.” Anthony’s old leather face brightens up; he looks proud and nods again. We see him slap his goggles back on, hop in his vintage car as the POWER OF LOVE starts again, ah yeah! When Ant makes it home it is now dark. He opens the door and sees two figures. A strong tall figure wearing white and black make-up is towering over a small man with glasses, the small man looks idiotic and Jewish. The idiotic Jewish man’s tie is in a double Windsor. “I can’t believe you loan you’re daughter for sweat love and she has chlamydia, I mean seriously Intern David McCumia Senior – I could have been killed!” The man speaks with a suave sophisticated accent but you can tell he is angry. “That’s right, I certainly did, I’m sorry Biff Simmons.” “You really are a real butthead Intern David. And where’s my reports!?” “Oy gevalt! Biff I guess I forgot-“ This tough guy Biff character then does something unexpected he knocks on intern David’s head. For a moment we think good gravy has he lost his mind? Does he really think that this idiotic Jewish’s man’s head is a door? “Hello! Hello!? Anybody home McDavid?” Aha! The audience thinks, it was just some common roughhousing. Intern David laughs goofily at his own expense. Anthony looks angrily at Biff and Biff notices, he walks over slowly to Anthony and they lock their gazes. For a moment we think a scuffle may occur. Then Biff says “I’m gonna fuck your girlfriend.” And with that he leaves. Anthony now looks at Intern David. Intern David seems to anticipate what Ant is going to say and his voice leaps up into a high-pitched frenzy: “Ant what do you think about that Ant I didn’t know what to do and now that Biff guy is here calling ME a butthead on my show and what do you think about that guy Ant I think he’s a real piece of shit and I’d like to fuck him in his mouth Ant, what do you think about that Ant?” “Ah GOOOOH! What do I care I already FUCKED HIM, AH GOOOH!” Intern David laughs goofily and then says: “Ohhh Anthony, you and you’re impressions!” Now we see Anthony’s mother for the first time. The camera zooms up her legs and we see something strange: this mother has a peckah! She hangs up the phone and struts into the living room: “Kids we’re going to have to eat this cake by ourselves, you’re uncle Lamarr isn’t getting out of prison.” She slaps a mediocre looking cake onto the table, the icing shows a black man with bull horns leaving a prison cell (… this is foreshadowing), the letters say: “PREP yourselves, Lamarr is free!” Anthony looks at the cake, he feels nervous but doesn’t know why (unbeknownst to him he is foreshadowing). “Now kids it would be proper if you all dropped him a line.” An odd offensive bird-like boy who seems to be Anthony’s brother says: “Hey ma that icing looks like that lotion you said Lam-“ “Now you mind your manners chipper!” Chip gets up to leave and she continues: “and come over here and kiss your mother goodbye.” But this Chip character makes a face and snortily laughs: “What the fuck I ain’t kissing you, your lips taste like peckahs!” “Oh Chippah! You always was the comedian in the family.” “And hey Intern David Dad you got a whole bunch of oil on yer head or sumthin! And Anthony your girlfriend was calling, she was, wait, she was calling me asking me to come give her the old spoon up the ass like she likes saying Mr. big chippy Chippah!” This makes Anthony look at his watch for unexplained reasons. “Oh that girl is no good,” says Mrs. Lightning (Anthony’s mother) “any girl with no peckah is not very ladlike to me, isn’t that right Chippah?” “Yeah that don’t make no sense ma, where would she pee from?” “Now mind your manners Chippah! Your father always minds his manners, like the time we met.” “Yeah he was up in a tree like hey im tarzan or something then grampa hit him with the car and hes all he im steven king or something im gonna write a book about a big PECKAH that eats everybody!” “That’s right Chippah, and then I realised I was gonna sped the rest of my life with him.” She looks at Intern Dad McDavid who is looking the wrong way and laughing slightly every so often. We detect that maybe Dani is not so happy. Cut to scene, Anthony swerves up to a sign and skids in a cool guy way. We see the sign says: Twin Jews Mall. Anthony snaps off his goggles and says: “… Lebensraum…” A female member of the studio audience drowns in her own pussy juice. Anthony looks and sees a van it says ‘Turtle and Hughes Eggshells Company. (Foreshadowing). “Chipstein hey boy!” The dog barks then says: “Yeah I’m having a ruff day here, don’t paws you’re vhs players folks, tss.” The van opens mysteriously and the bald man from before is shown. Heavy hang his bosoms and then comes his time machine! But this is no ordinary time machine, it’s a delorean with a radio satellite on its roof! Opie picks up a radio microphone with ease, we can tell hes been doing this for a long time. “Alright you’re back with the Greg and Tony show, September 3rd, 1953!” Opie then chases the dog into the car with a commanding presence. “Tss looks like I’m gonna be driving people up the wall here! They should just put me in a future jail or something!” Opie lets out a powerful sniff, a sniff that makes us go “Oh Shit! Something’s about to go down!” Then he remote controls the car… to the future that is! YEAH THE FUTURE! TO be CONTINUED…

22 comments

No-one is going to read that.

Looks like someone skipped their meds this morning.

USE PARAGRAPHS, YOU SILLY AUTISTIC FUCK!

He's be better off just deleting this mess.

himself too.

Can we have the audio version with time stamps pls?

contribute to my GoFundMe and i will provide this, it shouldn't cost much

That is several words.

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whats that? are you talking bout yourself agen?

Wow, so many words going completely unread.

what?

What absolute fucking nonsense. Why did you think this would be a good use of your time?

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Call World Star ... we got a retard fight going on.

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I only read two sentences I've seen this. Poor Anthony

I'll put you down for twelve dollars

Don't lie NIGGA... you only have tree fiddy http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m43db18pBW1r7mvdfo1_500.jpg

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Oof

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It should be noted that I've upvoted every single person who's disagreed with me here, as far as I know. That said. In 7th grade, I took an SAT test without preparing for it at all, it was spur-of-the-moment, I knew about it about an hour ahead of time and didn't do any research or anything. I scored higher on it than the average person using it to apply for college in my area. An IQ test has shown me to be in the 99.9th percentile for IQ. This is the highest result the test I was given reaches; anything further and they'd consider it to be within the margin of error for that test. My mother's boyfriend of 8 years is an aerospace engineer who graduated Virginia Tech. At the age of 15, I understand physics better than him, and I owe very little of it to him, as he would rarely give me a decent explanation of anything, just tell me that my ideas were wrong and become aggravated with me for not quite understanding thermodynamics. He's not particularly successful as an engineer, but I've met lots of other engineers who aren't as good as me at physics, so I'm guessing that's not just a result of him being bad at it. I'm also pretty good at engineering. I don't have a degree, and other than physics I don't have a better understanding of any aspect of engineering than any actual engineer, but I have lots of ingenuity for inventing new things. For example, I independently invented regenerative brakes before finding out what they were, and I was only seven or eight years old when I started inventing wireless electricity solutions (my first idea being to use a powerful infrared laser to transmit energy; admittedly not the best plan). I have independently thought of basically every branch of philosophy I've come across. Every question of existentialism which I've seen discussed in SMBC or xkcd or Reddit or anywhere else, the thoughts haven't been new to me. Philosophy has pretty much gotten trivial for me; I've considered taking a philosophy course just to see how easy it is. Psychology, I actually understand better than people with degrees. Unlike engineering, there's no aspect of psychology which I don't have a very good understanding of. I can debunk many of even Sigmund Freud's theories. I'm a good enough writer that I'm writing a book and so far everybody who's read any of it has said it was really good and plausible to expect to have published. And that's not just, like, me and family members, that counts strangers on the Internet. I've heard zero negative appraisal of it so far; people have critiqued it, but not insulted it. I don't know if that will suffice as evidence that I'm intelligent. I'm done with it, though, because I'd rather defend my maturity, since it's what you've spent the most time attacking. The following are some examples of my morals and ethical code. I believe firmly that everybody deserves a future. If we were to capture Hitler at the end of WWII, I would be against executing him. In fact, if we had any way of rehabilitating him and knowing that he wasn't just faking it, I'd even support the concept of letting him go free. This is essentially because I think that whoever you are in the present is a separate entity from who you were in the past and who you are in the future, and while your present self should take responsibility for your past self's actions, it shouldn't be punished for them simply for the sake of punishment, especially if the present self regrets the actions of the past self and feels genuine guilt about them. I don't believe in judgement of people based on their personal choices as long as those personal choices aren't harming others. I don't have any issue with any type of sexuality whatsoever (short of physically acting out necrophilia, pedophilia, or other acts which have a harmful affect on others - but I don't care what a person's fantasies consist of, as long as they recognize the difference between reality and fiction and can separate them). I don't have any issue with anybody over what type of music they listen to, or clothes they wear, etc. I know that's not really an impressive moral, but it's unfortunately rare; a great many people, especially those my age, are judgmental about these things. I love everyone, even people I hate. I wish my worst enemies good fortune and happiness. Rick Perry is a vile, piece of shit human being, deserving of zero respect, but I wish for him to change for the better and live the best life possible. I wish this for everyone. I'm pretty much a pacifist. I've taken a broken nose without fighting back or seeking retribution, because the guy stopped punching after that. The only time I'll fight back is if 1) the person attacking me shows no signs of stopping and 2) if I don't attack, I'll come out worse than the other person will if I do. In other words, if fighting someone is going to end up being more harmful to them than just letting them go will be to me, I don't fight back. I've therefore never had a reason to fight back against anyone in anything serious, because my ability to take pain has so far made it so that I'm never in a situation where I'll be worse off after a fight. If I'm not going to get any hospitalizing injuries, I really don't care. The only exception is if someone is going after my life. Even then, I'll do the minimum amount of harm to them that I possibly can in protecting myself. If someone points a gun at me and I can get out of it without harming them, I'd prefer to do that over killing them. I consider myself a feminist. I don't believe in enforced or uniform gender roles; they may happen naturally, but they should never be coerced into happening unnaturally. As in, the societal pressure for gender roles should really go, even if it'll turn out that the majority of relationships continue operating the same way of their own accord. I treat women with the same outlook I treat men, and never participate in the old Reddit "women are crazy" circlejerk, because there are multiple women out there and each have different personalities just like there are multiple men out there and each with different personalities. I don't think you do much of anything except scare off the awesome women out there by going on and on about the ones who aren't awesome. That doesn't mean I look for places to victimize women, I just don't believe it's fair to make generalizations such as the one about women acting like everything's OK when it's really not (and that's a particularly harsh example, because all humans do that). I'm kind of tired of citing these examples and I'm guessing you're getting tired of reading them, if you've even made it this far. In closing, the people who know me in real life all respect me, as do a great many people in the Reddit brony community, where I spend most of my time and where I'm pretty known for being helpful around the community. A lot of people in my segment of the community are depressed or going through hard times, and I spend a lot of time giving advice and support to people there. Yesterday someone quoted a case of me doing this in a post asking everyone what their favorite motivational/inspirational quote was, and that comment was second to the top, so I guess other people agreed (though, granted, it was a pretty low-traffic post, only about a dozen competing comments). And, uh, I'm a pretty good moderator. All that, and I think your behavior in this thread was totally assholish. So what do you think, now that you at least slightly know me?

this is just silly, you expect people to read all that?

I'd venture a guess that you don't go around telling people to fuck their mothers when you don't have a screen to hide behind, or that if you do the majority of people let it go because you're fifteen years old. If everything you've said is true, you might be an intelligent individual. If you think that grants you worth, or makes your opinion valuable to anybody but you, you're wrong. Being fifteen means you've never had to take care of yourself. You've presumably never known the fear, loneliness, and pain of addiction. I sincerely hope that you never do. Everything in your life right now, you can afford to take for granted, because you don't actually have to work for anything. It's handed to you. So here you go, attempting to prove how smart you are, to a stranger on the internet, because suddenly just being you isn't enough to impress. While I could do a point-by-point analysis of why your self-aggrandizing diatribe is meaningless to everyone but you, it would essentially feed your ego further to dissect your message, which was the whole purpose of writing it out in the first place. Your IQ proves nothing. Your bronyism proves less than that. Your self-reported physics knowledge is likely bullshit, but also useless in forming human relationships.

Being a dick on the internet is easy. Actually being thoughtful, considering other people before you say things, and being willing to admit wrongdoing or at least try to examine a perspective besides your own, that's a task. But you can get away with just being a dick, and it feeds your sense of superiority (which clearly you possess, by the nature of your defense), because you can't defeat irrational insults with rational responses. So what do I think of you? Again, if what you said is true, you're an intelligent person, sure. But I think your casual willingness to be mean-spirited to people you don't know, who are gathering in a virtual space to discuss things that are important to them, outweighs whatever intelligence you have and makes you an unpleasant person to interact with. It would do you well to consider others, and also entertain the notion that you are not better than other people.

Complaining that you are downvoted when your "advice" (the pedestal you built for yourself) is irrelevant to the thread you comment in, then being an outright asshole when someone explains that downvote -which didn't need to be explained at all- is confrontational at best, but in reality it's just dickishness. Which no one can prevent. But it's not something people have to put up with either.

I feel like I've just wasted my time, because I think you are more interested in defending yourself than examining and discussing.

this is a terible new bit knickers!

I am a misunderstood sensitive artist!

You swine. You vulgar little maggot. Don't you know that you are pathetic? You worthless bag of filth. As we say in Texas, I'll bet you couldn't pour piss out of a boot with instructions on the heel. You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you. You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you. You are a bloody nardless newbie twit protohominid chromosomally aberrant caricature of a coprophagic cloacal parasitic pond scum and I wish you would go away. You're a putrescence mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon. You are a bleating fool, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done. I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell? If you aren't an idiot, you made a world-class effort at simulating one. Try to edit your writing of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it more rapidly. You snail-skulled little rabbit. 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You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease, you puerile one-handed slack-jawed drooling meatslapper. On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go. I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. I mean rock-hard stupid. Dehydrated-rock-hard stupid. Stupid so stupid that it goes way beyond the stupid we know into a whole different dimension of stupid. You are trans-stupid stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid collapsed on itself so far that even the neutrons have collapsed. Stupid gotten so dense that no intellect can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot mid-day sun on Mercury stupid. You emit more stupid in one second than our entire galaxy emits in a year. 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