<.7.9.7.6.>My Voice Sounds Like A Stable Snare Drum Sound Effect<.7.9.7.6.>

<.7.9.7.6.>My Voice Sounds Like A Stable Snare Drum Sound Effect<.7.9.7.6.>

<.7.9.7.6.>My Voice Sounds Like A Stable Snare Drum Sound Effect<.7.9.7.6.>

by TheGeneralGenitalsPranksterian May 9, 2025

dude, your sounds on

what you say when someone's bubble shooter game's sounds on!

amanda's computer: ping! ping! whoosh! ping!
everyone: who's sound's on?
amanda: ...(admiting of nothing)
everyone: dude, your sounds on!!

by roxy 4 $ August 22, 2011

"'It Has To Be As Good As It Sounds, The Sexual Intercourse, I Mean

"'It Has To Be As Good As It Sounds, The Sexual Intercourse, I Mean

"'It Has To Be As Good As It Sounds, The Sexual Intercourse, I Mean

by TheSpartanicaOfAnyHellstromu3e April 24, 2025

Ryan Ryan, why you crying? Ryan Ryan, sounds like you're dying. Ryan Ryan, change your butt now! Ding ding ding ding ding!

A song that my parents would sing to me when I was like 3 to get me to be quiet.

2 year old me: WAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!

My dad: Ryan Ryan, why you crying? Ryan Ryan, sounds like you're dying. Ryan Ryan, change your butt now! Ding ding ding ding ding!

~silence~

by Retard_Ryan March 9, 2023

<.7.9.7.6.>I, Angel JosE RObles Hold Screech Flute Then Whistles When It Raining Fluid That Sounds Like Trickled Water<.7.9.7.6.>

<.7.9.7.6.>I, Angel JosE RObles Hold Screech Flute Then Whistles When It Raining Fluid That Sounds Like Trickled Water<.7.9.7.6.>

<.7.9.7.6.>I, Angel JosE RObles Hold Screech Flute Then Whistles When It Raining Fluid That Sounds Like Trickled Water<.7.9.7.6.>

by TheGeneralGenitalsPranksterian May 10, 2025

Percussive Universal Soundwave

A repetitious, unexplainable high frequency radio wave transmission received by earth from an unknown source/location within and/or outside our galaxy.

{From 1962 through 2016, 11 Interstellar Radio Mesessage projects (IRMPs) transmitted 50+ messages out across the universe from earth. In 1996, a unique happenstance occured when the convergence of sound wave files during a studio recording session for the band Vibe 45, revealed an anomaly in the form of a high frequency sound wave blip registering at an astonishing 180k Hz (detectable only by the Alosa Saspidissima aka the American Shad) through a customized Crappatoe transducer equipped with a panoramic floppycack jacker. The evidence file was shared with Dr. Chris Culvitude of Copenhagen for a forensic analysis. Dr. Culvitude disaggregated the wave structure using a four dimensional, parabolic floppycack translator and the results were astonishing. The blip unveiled irrefutable evidence of a Percussive Universal Soundwave, or P.U.S., which surreptitiously, included a complex linguistic code, patterned to form the following words: "We Want The Funk", an extraterrestrial response conveying Alien displeasure related to the 50+ boring messages sent, and a plea to the band members of Vibe 45 to send them some ball knocking, Parliament style grooves in the next transmission. Dr. Culvitude mysteriously disappeared in 2001 and his sound popping theory showcasing P.U.S. was never formally published.

1. Scientists recently detected a Percussive Universal Soundwave from an unknown source in the universe.

2. {Dr. Culvitude shows his floppycack package to D Dog of Vibe 45 and explains} "D Dog, you are not going to believe this. The blip is a Percussive Universal Soundwave, and, when I decrypted the pattern into language, you can actually hear alien voices chanting "We Want the Funk!!"

by Charitable Disguise January 8, 2020

Pulling a Sound of Music

Gallivanting with exuberance through a valley, over a hill, across a field, or into a sunset. Usually performed until physical exhaustion resulting in collapse.

Internal Monologue- “I need to be writing, but my writers block makes me wants to take off running into the wheat field around this building, arms stretched wide, until I collapse. I can just imagine judgmental eyes starring on from the parking lot as they silently ponder the reason why I’m “Pulling a Sound of Music” this afternoon. “Did he get fired?” “Is someone chasing him?” “Should we run too?” When I tire, I’ll take a swan dive into the wheat and disappear below the stocks; out of sight. That’s where I’ll lie until I can come to grips with sitting at my desk for the rest of the day. I’m sure security will be called due to this strange behavior and they’ll surely investigate only to find me slowly disappearing out of sight and into the Kansas abyss. They’ll laugh and dub me the “Wheat Runner”. A slow walk back will return me to the building and my desk where I will, of course, deny ever having done such a thing despite the numerous eye witness accounts.

by Darren Besert March 29, 2017