The Enclave Conglomerate

http://youtu.be/tOsck7jYUsE

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oTm4CO6cASA

"There's a snake in my pants!"

macroeconomic concepts with dank nemes #succ

Our new flag is a yin-yang composed of Woopie Goldberg, Vladimir Putin, and Haile Celeste as the light side. The dark side is Ronald Reagan riding a bald eagle, a tarsier, and Bill Cosby with a pudding pop. The four divines on the outside of creation are Pepe the frog, Post accident Gary Busy, Nelson Mandela, and Mitch McConnell. The top Latin phrase is Illuminabatur ("It is lit" in Latin) and Semper Erectus. I hope this new flag will help all of us to recognize this mighty new era in the Enclave's history. Because this region so much more than just a way to not focus on AP Econ. We are indeed more lit that ever before. I would even venture to declare that we are the most lit region in the history of regions. Ye, fight and you may die. Run and you'll live -- at least a while. And dying in your beds many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for one chance, just one chance, to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they'll never take our freedom!!! ALBA GU BRAA!!! Because I did what everyone said a kid couldn't do. I made it to Shell City, and I beat the Cyclops, and I rode the Hasselhoff, and I brought the crown back. So, yeah, I'm a kid. (Dry ice smoke surrounds Plankton, and a spotlight appears on me.) And I'm also a goofball. And a wing nut. And a Knucklehead McSpazatron! But most of all, Hold your ground! Hold your ground! Sons of Gondor, of Rohan, my brothers, I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields, when the age of men comes crashing down, but it is not this day! This day we fight!! By all that you hold dear on this good Earth, I bid you stand, Men of the West!!! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! And so I say, we are not only going to build a wall, we are going to make them pay for it, and... lets carpet bomb the middle east and Canada! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! OLEE OLE OLE OLE, OLE, OOLE.

ground control to magnum dong

Sad news today for the Enclave. To put to rest the many rumors floating around, the Pan Enclave Nullification Investigation Squad (P.E.N.I.S.) would like to put forth it's findings on His Royal Holyship Malik's sudden disapearance. The nations people were growing restless and took to the streets in protest of Supreme Ruler His Royal Holyship Malik. Well I guess somebody thought it would be a good idea dump cocaine from crop dusters upon the populace. Further investigation found that the tapwater had been laced with trace amounts of LSD. Needless to say one thing led to another and things got way out of hand. Ensuing riots burned his Royal Holyships Palace to the ground, as well as the majority of the capital city. The ensuing wildfire continued to rage across the country. With the government gone the people turned on each other. We are not sure of the source, but somebody turned all the lakes and rivers into jell-o. Bands of cannibals, headhunters, and bronies rose and began raging brutal tribal warfare on each other while massacring the populace. The fire becomes so intense that it creates a huge thermal updraft creating and incendiary cyclonic megastorm that actually broke down the molecular structure of the atmosphere and actually changing the laws of nature. Fire and water combined, burning clouds of flaming rain fell upwards, solar winds ignited the atmosphere creating huge clouds spewing plasma, bolts of lightning began randomly occurring in random places at random times, and the sky filled up with green sh!t. And then suddenly the entire fabric of spacetime split in two. A crack in the universe opened and all the dead people from the past began falling out. Then in a flash of light the nation was sucked into a flaming vortex of spacetime. The moral of the story here guys is don't do drugs.

(P.E.N.I.S.D.I.L.D.O.S. official report) Last night we received reports that Joey'sbamboocountry has gone dark. Further investigation followed. Here are our findings. They got all the warning but they wouldn't listen. They warned us to build a wall, but they wouldn't listen. Their government had been rendered useless by all those taxes for welfare and P.C. program nonsense; no longer able to hire cops or a military. Their population had been rendered weak by all of this P.C. garbage, grown too soft to be able to toss around the old pigskin, and couldn't even fulfill their god given right to put guns in their cabinets. Needless to say the illegals took over. They raped, pillaged, and took all the jobs. They changed the nations official language to Spanish and started selling tacos with corn tortillas. They took shots of espresso after every meal, screamed GOOAAL! for way to long, let their jumping beans run rampant in the streets, and then the national anthem was played by a Mariachi band. Should have built a wall.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ETfiUYij5UE
Oh My God.

RIP in peace Dick Clark April 18, 2012. He was too young and too innocent. Riperino you glorious bastard.

(P.E.N.I.S.D.I.L.D.O.S. Oficial report.) Panic today is the enclave conglomerate as a giant three toed sloth has fallen to Earth from outer space causing untold amounts of damage. It has already destroyed Bridgetania, Jerry Weight Watchers, as well as most of that one asian country with asians in it. Breathing acid gum balls, with murderous sphinx people flying out of its nose, puking rainbow tidal waves, and its massive dragging testicles crushing entire cities, the Enclaves top officials have met on what to do next. What that you say? A giant sloth like this falling from space is impossible? Well lets face it. We live in an infinite universe and by sheer power of probability anything could technically happen. Even giant sloths with sphinx people flying out of its nose capable of interstellar travel. Some say we should just nuke the sloth beast. Others insist we try communicate with it; try to talk about its feelings. But I for one say we forgo all previously held religion and worship the giant sloth that fell from the sky. I mean if God can do better then go ahead, but Im pledging my eternal soul to the giant sloth puking out the rainbow typhoons. Praise the sloth.