Plegs

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pokemenagerie asked:

Hey Sushi, how come you didn't kill Pleg when you found out he couldn't sire babies?

… Because I had nothing to gain from doing so. You believe I should have? I may have felt something akin to anger at the time. But such an example is something I am trying to avoid in my reign…

A Loving bit of drama in reguards to Snuffbomb

Today I can’t help but feel terrible for some events that recently took place on skype. It was a rather short bit of text and it was a positive conversation that simply went down hill. The Internet personality known as “Snuffbomb” Has recently contacted me on skype to say and I Quote

"hey fgt why aren’t me and pleg in ur sidebar?"

I know snuffbomb’s humor and to be frank I enjoy it so please don’t take this as him out right attacking me but I digress… My side bar is labeled Creepypasta work mates, AKA People I frequently collab with. This is not to give these collaborators coverage but rather to let my fans know where they can find the people who help make my channel great.  Snuffbomb and the person who he refers to as pleg AKA Plague Pasta  have not collabed with me. Plague provided one sound effect on one video almost half a year ago.

SO I SIMPLY TOLD HIM JUST THAT. 

I of course said I don’t need to ask him as he never showed interest in narrating, and way back when he did narrate I Did ask but he was a tad busy so eh it never went through as it usually does. Thats what lead to this.

As you can pry tell I  was in a terrible mood and some time past before I was able to respond *Dishes and cleaning and stuff!* anyway I told him that tumblr and my fan base would accuse me of being a ‘rape’ supporter due to the recent drama that has faced snuff bomb and that is the physical reaction I would expect if I narrated a story that snuff did… I did mean to say it was no offence to him and all to do with his reputation but before I could this is what he said.

I had to pop out again at this point in time due to my parents coming in and of course I had to say hi and eat dinner or that would be rude. So thats why there is a big gap in time between responses.  Publicly I would have to say I have nothing against Snuffbomb, that Publicly I have seen no Evidence and I mean physical evidence that Snuffbomb raped or touched anyone, But with that being said I Respect the thoughts and opinions of my fan base and out of there disdain I won’t shove Snuffbombs story’s in there face. Think of it like EndersGame I love the story but the person who wrote it is a anti gay homophobic among other things and because of that I won’t watch the enders game movie or buy any more content along those lines. 

Snuffbombs reputation has gotten him hate among my community and because of that I can’t support or advertise his content to my fans who are apart of that community. My Job is narrating these stories till I can find a proper job which has been less than loving in the city of Detroit. Anxiety sometimes hits me so hard  when I think about the possabilty of running out of cash and not being able to eat properly for a few nights… And currently this channel is the only thing keeping me afloat and I am not going to throw that down the drain because this person who hardly talks to me wants me to narrate his story, Thats exactly what I told him and heres what happened afterwards 

I Don’t care about the fame, I don’t care about some sort of Perceived Ego I have I am simply here to narrate stories that you guys love so much. I  am simply here to promote the best of the community and do my best to provide exposure to those that deserve it. 

To Snuffbomb who blocked me after this post I am sorry I am unable to narrate your story and to my fans I hope you understand that the only reason is that I fear that its very possible that this may come back and hit me in the face. SO here is my story here is my evidence, and here are the skype posts that he made towards me.

Reminiscencia

Me acuerdo como si fuera ayer. Era un día de primavera. El sol despuntaba por detrás del viejo parque de bomberos, las campanas de la iglesia giraban una y otra vez con su sonido rotundo y metálico hasta llegar a diez y yo estaba en la mesa del salón delante de un chocolate caliente, una docena de churros recién comprados y rodeada de mucho amor. A mi derecha, mi abuelo; a mi izquierda, mi abuela. Él, ensimismado leyendo como cada mañana el diario Sport. Ella, pendiente de que no me manchara con el chocolate y a la vez, con una oreja en la cocina esperando a que la olla exprés pitase como cada domingo.

           Una vez acabamos con el desayuno, Él plegó su periódico y lo dejó en el sofá para releerlo a la hora de la siesta  y Ella recogió las tazas para llevarlas a la cocina y allí seguir preparando la comida familiar. Él se puso la chaqueta de chándal gris con dos rayas negras en cada manga, anudó sus cordoneras y me ayudó a mi con las mías. Entonces ambos salimos por la puerta de casa. Una vez fuera del edificio, caminamos por la cuesta hasta llegar al río donde estaba la ‘’casa vieja’’ de la familia. Siempre me gustó aquel lugar lleno de polvo, cacharros, fotos antiguas, muebles viejos y juguetes que sabía que un día pertenecieron a mi madre y mis tíos. Era un sitio singular, en ocasiones espeluznante, pero para mi no había otro lugar en el mundo que me hiciera sentir más en casa.

           Mientras yo curioseaba mirando dentro de los armarios llenos de ropa y vestidos de comunión -uno por cada hijo que mis abuelos tenían-, Él hinchaba las ruedas de mi bicicleta y quitaba con prudencia los dos ruedines que me acompañaron durante un par de años. Cuando terminó, bajamos al parque de la ladera del río, que entonces no era más que un descampado inhóspito donde de vez en cuando habían carreras de coches teledirigidos. Me ayudó a sentarme en el sillín de la bicicleta y me dijo que imaginara que los ruedines seguían puestos. Recuerdo estar aterrada por caer y morder el polvo, literalmente, pero Él me miró con sus ojos dulces, llenos de orgullo y me dijo que no me iba a soltar. Empecé a pedalear, al principio muy despacio, pero fui aumentando la velocidad paulatinamente. Cuando me quise dar cuenta, creía estar volando. El viento me rozaba las mejillas y me despeinaba la coleta, el sonido del río que pasaba cerca y su voz gritando desde la distancia ‘’muy bien, sigue así’’. Pero caí al suelo y me hice un par de cortes en la rodilla cuya cicatriz todavía conservo.

Dolió. Vaya si dolió. Casi quemaba. Más duele hoy su ausencia. Cada día un poquito más. Gracias Iaio por uno de los días más felices de mi vida.