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# Would somebody please explain to me
the origin of 'The Fear'. Thank you.
(allergic to curry, Fri 10 Jan 2003, 20:34, archived)
# Well basically
OH MY GOD IT'S THE FEAR IT'S THE FEAR IT'S THE FEAR IT'S THE FEAR IT'S THE FEAR IT'S THE FEAR IT'S THE FEAR IT'S THE FEAR IT'S THE FEAR IT'S THE FEAR IT'S THE FEAR IT'S THE FEAR IT'S THE FEAR IT'S THE FEAR IT'S THE FEAR IT'S THE FEAR IT'S THE FEAR IT'S THE FEAR IT'S THE FEAR IT'S THE FEAR IT'S THE FEAR IT'S THE FEAR IT'S THE FEAR IT'S THE FEAR IT'S THE FEAR IT'S THE FEAR IT'S THE FEAR IT'S THE FEAR
(_, Fri 10 Jan 2003, 20:37, archived)
# Get a grip man
no, not there......
(allergic to curry, Fri 10 Jan 2003, 20:41, archived)
# This is my theory
Someone had just discovered the 'cut and paste' option on their computer and went mad. Let's face it, it's not exactly expertly crafted, is it?
(1, Fri 10 Jan 2003, 20:37, archived)
# But why has it become
such an icon?
(allergic to curry, Fri 10 Jan 2003, 20:43, archived)
# Somebody made it,
then someone else commented IT'S THE FEAR IT'S THE FEAR etc.
It's pretty basic really.
(_, Fri 10 Jan 2003, 20:44, archived)
# So it would seem
/bitch! ;)
(allergic to curry, Fri 10 Jan 2003, 20:50, archived)
# *shrugs*
memes are strange things. some things just catch on.
(I helped save b3ta! the triple legendary unicorn, Fri 10 Jan 2003, 20:44, archived)
# Well, I like bag
is another. Ok, so long as I wasn't missing anything vital (that_you_know of, anyway)
(allergic to curry, Fri 10 Jan 2003, 20:48, archived)
# the fear, i like bag please, i can't fucking hummus,
dsf adsfg afg fg, the queen's milky wee, your all gay, etc, etc

just things that people said that have taken on a life of their own.
(I helped save b3ta! the triple legendary unicorn, Fri 10 Jan 2003, 21:05, archived)
# BECAUSE
ITS THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEARTHEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR!THEFEAR
(I helped save b3ta! Azra3l Lubrication Persuasion and Brute Force ™, Fri 10 Jan 2003, 20:48, archived)
# I reckon
you had to be there when it started! (I wasn't)
(I helped save b3ta! barnesy, Fri 10 Jan 2003, 20:44, archived)
# aaaarrggggh! destroy the infidel
(I helped save b3ta! 100% of Gibbon, Fri 10 Jan 2003, 20:47, archived)