LOL WUT
From Encyclopedia Dramatica
This image is based on "The Biting Pear of Salamanca" by Ursulav on DevianTART.
On April Fools Day of 2007, community manager/forum moderator Tseric of the WoW forums pretended to be a full-blown forum troll. Almost every topic in the general forums got a short response from him simply saying, "lol wut." Since then, "lol wut" has become a catch phrase between WoWfags.
Anonymous has now corrupted LOL WUT by putting it through the internet hate machine to generate lulz: see the gallery.
The original artist kindly requests that you thieving motherfuckers stop trying to sell the LOL WUT pear on t-shirts without at least giving her a cut. Protesting Scientology, however, is awesome.
As of 02/06/08 the LOL WUT Pear has been recognised by the staff of DevianTART as one of the greatest works to have graced the site.
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How Not to Use LOL WUT
LOL WUT is not any of the following:
"LOL WUT?"
"LOL, WUT?"
"LOL WHAT?"
"LOL WHAT"
"LULZ WHUT"
"LULZ WHIP"
"LOL CUP"
"LOL SUP"
"LOL WATT"
"LOL WOOT"
"lolwut"
"hey whats that"
"OMGSDKGJFSHLJFDGSHDFGSLOLWUTTHEEORLDSHOOPTHEWOOPIDON'TSUCKCOCKSNIGGA
Stop adding fucking questions marks to the phrase, you fucking moron. HAHAHA DISREGARD THAT, I SUCK COCKS
LOL WUT Manifesto
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The army of the South rose again in rage against the three. An awol officer, an Ancient son and his wife of the West. The day before they had destroyed their primary army; "The Right Arm of the King." Today, a sense came upon the son. "Today it ends, for one side or another." he told his two companions.
Standing both in courage and fear, they looked upon the bloody field of cracked ground, devoid of any moisture but the gruesome splatters of blood and gore from the combat of yesterday. The charred corpses of the soldiers lay in front of them, some torn open, some still smouldering. The sun blazing upon them, the wind and sand hitting them and the smell of a once flaming death- demoralizing but driving. Again would he have to use the newly honed technique.
The ground moved, shocking them into reality again. The new army came rolling, the final defense of the South, "The Will of the King". With it the King himself the and the Great Pig that he rode, breathing fire and sending ash flying from each nostril.
Approaching the camp, the three stood in front of the army. Heat and cold mixed, and many felt sick. Their guns pointing, the soldiers walked slowly towards them. The son of the Ancient looked to his wife and friend, and then to the army, putting his hands together. A psionic force cutting at him from the Great Pig slashed his left eye out. As he opened his right eye in agony, he looked back and resumed the position. Giant, assorted cinema foods and beverages appear in front of him, negating the Great Pig's attacks completely. His two comrades, dazed, exclaimed with insane curse words.
Using again the forbidden technique, the sun shone with intense force, the ground beginning to smolder. Suddenly, the three became phantom. Invisible to all but themselves and now on a different frequency, the three stood, looking at the dazed army.
The son kept his hands together, focusing. Soon the ground smoldered worse, and the soldiers began to melt. Even the Great Pig, easily standing seven times the size of the largest man there, began to burn and scorch with the raging sun's sudden heatwave. Holding it for seventy seconds until all were dead, mosts feet partially melted to the desert's blazing floor, they returned to the dimension completely.
Looking to the Great Pig, all but the giant cake melted, it winked at him, and the cake cut itself. A giant slice levitated in the air from the Pig's mental force and landed in front of the son. The Pig opened it's mouth in an ancient and wise voice, speaking the words which they would remember forever; "It is delicious cake..." he spoke in a deep hum, pausing. "You... must... eat it."
The wife and comrade looked to the Ancient son, noticing a tear running down his cheek. The scorched Great Pig dropped it's head in death, a blow shaking the ground. The son dropped to his knees, looking down. "What have we done?" he sobbed, screaming in tears and crying in remorse. It was about that time that my mom got scared and said "you're moving with your auntie and uncle in bel-air. I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said fresh and had a dice in the mirror if anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought naw forget it, yo holmes to Bel-Air. I pulled up to a house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby yo, holmes smell ya later looked at my kingdom I was finally there to settle my throne as the prince of Bel-air.
The end.
tl;dr: LOL WUT
If you read all of that, congratulations on the bucket of fail that you are.
HAHAHA DISREGARD THAT, I SUCK COCKS
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