QUOTE (TheDoc+)
Cut to an urban neighborhood scene on an overcast day. A tall, lanky skinhead in a black shirt and baggy black jeans saunters up the street with a sneer on his face. A man across the street makes eye contact with the skinhead, prompting the latter to run across the street, pin the man to an alley wall, and shout "What's your problem, huh?". Not waiting for an answer, the skinhead starts beating and kicking the man. As he does this, another 'gangster' in a Norwegian hoodie comes up the alley.
"Yo, Doc. Wattchu doin'?"
"Darin, this idiot had the nerve to look me in the eye!"
"You lousy FOOL", says the man in the hoodie as walks up to the man and kicks him the stomach. The beating ends a few minutes later, concluding with the "Doc" and "Darin" congratulating each other on a job well done.
"Yo, Doc. Wattchu doin'?"
"Darin, this idiot had the nerve to look me in the eye!"
"You lousy FOOL", says the man in the hoodie as walks up to the man and kicks him the stomach. The beating ends a few minutes later, concluding with the "Doc" and "Darin" congratulating each other on a job well done.
QUOTE (N O M+)
Then a black limosine silently stops by the curb.
Unable to move, because of his injuries, the battered man looks up in hope as a blackened window slides down. A hand reaches out, casually flinging a barely-used cigar out the window to land on the poor wretch. He whimpers as the cigar slowly starts to smolder its way through his clothes. He notices the numberplate of the limosine as it cruises off, in solid gold the letters "N O M".
Ten minutes later, a pimply kid rides his skateboard up the street. He stops by the bleeding man and sees that the cigar has nearly burned itself out, leaving a deep scar across the man's chest. The kid leans over and picks up the cigar. The poor man looks gratefully at his young rescuer, noticing the characters "5D" tatooed on his knuckles. The kid takes a long drag from the half cigar and then tucks it into the man's trousers before continuing on his way.
Unable to move, because of his injuries, the battered man looks up in hope as a blackened window slides down. A hand reaches out, casually flinging a barely-used cigar out the window to land on the poor wretch. He whimpers as the cigar slowly starts to smolder its way through his clothes. He notices the numberplate of the limosine as it cruises off, in solid gold the letters "N O M".
Ten minutes later, a pimply kid rides his skateboard up the street. He stops by the bleeding man and sees that the cigar has nearly burned itself out, leaving a deep scar across the man's chest. The kid leans over and picks up the cigar. The poor man looks gratefully at his young rescuer, noticing the characters "5D" tatooed on his knuckles. The kid takes a long drag from the half cigar and then tucks it into the man's trousers before continuing on his way.
QUOTE (MjolnirPants+)
Hours later, Doc and Darin have separated when Darin stops in at a bar to get a drink. At the far end of the bar, a young man sits among a group of his friends, describing to them the wonders of the Reptilians controlling the US government. With half of his second beer gone, Darin finally looses patience, upending a barstool and hurling into the group. They all scatter as the improvised weapon smashes their table into a bear-soaked pile of kindling, but to no avail as the hoodied thug produces a browning 9mm and opens fire.
Two minutes after that, Darin ducks into a storefront a few blocks down as police and emergency vehicles fill the night with flashing colors and high-pitched keenings for the dead conspiracy theorists. The thug nods to the shady-looking gentleman holding the door for him.
"Thanks Sapo. We're gonna need to lay low for a few hours, after this one."
Sapo smirked as he locked the door behind them, "Anything fun?"
"Oh you have no idea," Darin replied with an evil grin...
Two minutes after that, Darin ducks into a storefront a few blocks down as police and emergency vehicles fill the night with flashing colors and high-pitched keenings for the dead conspiracy theorists. The thug nods to the shady-looking gentleman holding the door for him.
"Thanks Sapo. We're gonna need to lay low for a few hours, after this one."
Sapo smirked as he locked the door behind them, "Anything fun?"
"Oh you have no idea," Darin replied with an evil grin...
QUOTE (TheDoc+)
After parting ways with Darin, Doc returns to his to nearly bare apartment, changing out of his raddy street clothes, donning a blue suit and a light brown overcoat. Doc walks out into the street, where it has started raining. Within minutes, Doc reaches his destination, swiftly and silently navigating the streets and alleyways until he comes up behind a man with a briefcase.
"Business suit, huh? That's quite a change." Doc smirks.
The stranger immediately spins around. He shoots a puzzled look at Doc, obviously not understanding why a skinhead in a suit has stopped him.
"I'm sorry, have I m-.."
"Yes, you have," says Doc, anticipating the question. "You have met me before, Lui."
The stranger shrugs, still not fully comprehending, but now a little worried. "I still don't know who you are, sorry."
"Maybe this will help." Doc reaches behind his neck and pulls off his skinhead "wig", revealing a full head of thick brown hair.
"No. No, it can't be," sputters Lui, horrified.
"Oh yes. It's me."
Lui stares on disbelievingly at Doc, and then says, "You're not getting it. Over my dead body!"
"Over your dead body it is!" Doc shouts emphatically, pulling out and firing a USP .45 pistol. Lui is thrown backwards by the impact of the bullet.
Doc neatly tucks his pistol away and leans over Lui, a devilish grin on his face.
"He says hi."
Lui's expression changes from one of pain to horror as he dies. Doc pulls out a cellular phone and hits a number on the speed dial.
"We've got the package."
"Good job." The voice on the other end pauses. "How'd he react?"
"He was terrified."
"Good." The voice on the other end says before hanging up.
Doc smiles up at the sky as he grasps the handle of the briefcase."It's only just beginning." He picks up the case and walks back into the night, humming a tune.
"Business suit, huh? That's quite a change." Doc smirks.
The stranger immediately spins around. He shoots a puzzled look at Doc, obviously not understanding why a skinhead in a suit has stopped him.
"I'm sorry, have I m-.."
"Yes, you have," says Doc, anticipating the question. "You have met me before, Lui."
The stranger shrugs, still not fully comprehending, but now a little worried. "I still don't know who you are, sorry."
"Maybe this will help." Doc reaches behind his neck and pulls off his skinhead "wig", revealing a full head of thick brown hair.
"No. No, it can't be," sputters Lui, horrified.
"Oh yes. It's me."
Lui stares on disbelievingly at Doc, and then says, "You're not getting it. Over my dead body!"
"Over your dead body it is!" Doc shouts emphatically, pulling out and firing a USP .45 pistol. Lui is thrown backwards by the impact of the bullet.
Doc neatly tucks his pistol away and leans over Lui, a devilish grin on his face.
"He says hi."
Lui's expression changes from one of pain to horror as he dies. Doc pulls out a cellular phone and hits a number on the speed dial.
"We've got the package."
"Good job." The voice on the other end pauses. "How'd he react?"
"He was terrified."
"Good." The voice on the other end says before hanging up.
Doc smiles up at the sky as he grasps the handle of the briefcase."It's only just beginning." He picks up the case and walks back into the night, humming a tune.
QUOTE (ASTERIX*+)
Meanwhile; curb-side battered man is cajoled into a state of semi-conciousness; a large dark shadow sweeps over him masking the street lights above, soon followed by a flash torrent of 'rain' that rinse all traces of blood from his puffed slit like eyes. A huge black precipice stands before him, leans down and tears off his charred pants. "At last" thinks battered man, acknowleging this kind act by displaying a weak semblance of gratitude on his disfigured face, painfully forcing a half-baked smile ...... suddenly now brutally thrown over on his tortured front, he screams out insanely as he hears a booming; "Bubba gonna have him some white trash a$$" a small white card floats to the ground by his side, with the words "compliments of max"
QUOTE (Trippy+)
And Trippy flips the switch.
QUOTE (N O M+)
"Good" said the man in the limosine. The car was now approaching the heavily guarded gates of the estate. He made a note to get the staff to clean up the remains of the latest unfortunate group of Jehovahs Witnesses that had tried to visit. As the vehicle passed through the second gate he was just in time to witness two of the stealth, intercontinental missiles launch from their underground bunkers.
"Hmm..." he thought, "that's the third time this week. I wonder who this is targetted at?" He shrugged, "Who cares, I wonder what the chef has cooked for dinner..."
Anybody care to pick up where NOM left off?
"Hmm..." he thought, "that's the third time this week. I wonder who this is targetted at?" He shrugged, "Who cares, I wonder what the chef has cooked for dinner..."
Anybody care to pick up where NOM left off?
Scene 6/#27;
Draped like a third world peasants trousers; Lui's dead body finally joins his mind. The night air dances with the sweet intoxicating buzz of a glass g-spot dildo and like; muffled faint screams ("nooooo Bubba! .... aGHHH") of extreme agony whisper through the grey damp streets.
Draped like a third world peasants trousers; Lui's dead body finally joins his mind. The night air dances with the sweet intoxicating buzz of a glass g-spot dildo and like; muffled faint screams ("nooooo Bubba! .... aGHHH") of extreme agony whisper through the grey damp streets.
I think I'm gonna see about paintin a group portrait o the FM...
Anyone care to submit their idealized self-descriptions?
Anyone care to submit their idealized self-descriptions?
QUOTE (MjolnirPants+Aug 8 2008, 07:39 PM)
I think I'm gonna see about paintin a group portrait o the FM...
Anyone care to submit their idealized self-descriptions?
Anyone care to submit their idealized self-descriptions?
QUOTE (Dr Fred A Wolf+Aug 8 2008, 08:08 PM)
QUOTE (MjolnirPants+Aug 8 2008, 08:15 PM)
Klaatu...
Veratu...
N-ahem-um!
- you got it bud. 
Veratu...
N-ahem-um!
- you got it bud.
QUOTE (MjolnirPants+Aug 8 2008, 07:39 PM)
I think I'm gonna see about paintin a group portrait o the FM...
Anyone care to submit their idealized self-descriptions?
User posted image User posted image: User posted image
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Anyone care to submit their idealized self-descriptions?
User posted image User posted image: User posted image
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QUOTE (MjolnirPants+Aug 9 2008, 07:39 AM)
I think I'm gonna see about paintin a group portrait o the FM...
Anyone care to submit their idealized self-descriptions?
I've been compared to this guy, more then once.
User posted image: User posted image
User posted image: User posted image
Anyone care to submit their idealized self-descriptions?
I've been compared to this guy, more then once.
User posted image: User posted image
User posted image: User posted image
QUOTE (Gorgeous+Aug 9 2008, 10:48 AM)
Hey, I think I've found one of you all together, but it is a toss-up between these three...
Seems we got a pissed kitty snipin our thread, boys...
User posted image: User posted image
I'm a'shakin in my boots.
Please Gorgon, please don't subject us to any more of yer 'witty' trollings!
We're jes some poor defenseless evil bullies...
We can't handle trolling jokes at our expense...
Ooooooh, I'm skerd...
Seems we got a pissed kitty snipin our thread, boys...
User posted image: User posted image
I'm a'shakin in my boots.
Please Gorgon, please don't subject us to any more of yer 'witty' trollings!
We're jes some poor defenseless evil bullies...
We can't handle trolling jokes at our expense...
Ooooooh, I'm skerd...
QUOTE (MjolnirPants+Aug 9 2008, 07:39 AM)
I think I'm gonna see about paintin a group portrait o the FM...
Anyone care to submit their idealized self-descriptions?
User posted image: User posted image
Anyone care to submit their idealized self-descriptions?
User posted image: User posted image
QUOTE (N O M+)
"Good" said the man in the limosine. The car was now approaching the heavily guarded gates of the estate. He made a note to get the staff to clean up the remains of the latest unfortunate group of Jehovahs Witnesses that had tried to visit. As the vehicle passed through the second gate he was just in time to witness two of the stealth, intercontinental missiles launch from their underground bunkers.
"Hmm..." he thought, "that's the third time this week. I wonder who this is targetted at?" He shrugged, "Who cares, I wonder what the chef has cooked for dinner..."
The estate was a massive complex, far away from the reaches of the busy city life. And it was heavily guarded. Each and and every corner of the complex was laden with state-of-the-art security cameras, laser tripwires, armed patrol services, and attack hounds. Nothing was allowed within three miles of the estate without proper authorization - and even with the proper authorization, getting in the door was a daunting task.
NOM walked through the front door, sighing as he did so. This was going to be a long night, he reflected. Doc had been successful in acquiring the package and Darin caused enough of a stir in the downtown area to distract away what little attention was focused on the estate. Now it was his turn to share the workload.
NOM stood in the doorway of the main upstairs office. "Doc has the package."
A young-looking man a in dress shirt was sitting in a chair across the room, looking at computer monitor. "Has he checked the contents of the case?"
"I assume so."
"This isn't a time to being assuming things," the man said, warningly. "This mission is far too important for us to do something wrong, especially now." He glanced back at the screen, where a live news feed had begun streaming. There was a report about a new bombing in the Gaza Strip.
NOM grinned. "I assume that was Trippy?"
"Yeah, that was him," the man said, leaning back in his chair. "I wonder how they're going to react to this," he mused.
At that very moment, Trippy, looking harried, burst past NOM and into the room. "They're not going to react well, that's for sure!" he croaked, gasping for breath as he threw a thick folder onto the table in front of the young man.
Throughly confused, the man flipped through the folder. As he read, a wave of surprise and anger swept over him. "But...that's not possible!"
"Hmm..." he thought, "that's the third time this week. I wonder who this is targetted at?" He shrugged, "Who cares, I wonder what the chef has cooked for dinner..."
The estate was a massive complex, far away from the reaches of the busy city life. And it was heavily guarded. Each and and every corner of the complex was laden with state-of-the-art security cameras, laser tripwires, armed patrol services, and attack hounds. Nothing was allowed within three miles of the estate without proper authorization - and even with the proper authorization, getting in the door was a daunting task.
NOM walked through the front door, sighing as he did so. This was going to be a long night, he reflected. Doc had been successful in acquiring the package and Darin caused enough of a stir in the downtown area to distract away what little attention was focused on the estate. Now it was his turn to share the workload.
NOM stood in the doorway of the main upstairs office. "Doc has the package."
A young-looking man a in dress shirt was sitting in a chair across the room, looking at computer monitor. "Has he checked the contents of the case?"
"I assume so."
"This isn't a time to being assuming things," the man said, warningly. "This mission is far too important for us to do something wrong, especially now." He glanced back at the screen, where a live news feed had begun streaming. There was a report about a new bombing in the Gaza Strip.
NOM grinned. "I assume that was Trippy?"
"Yeah, that was him," the man said, leaning back in his chair. "I wonder how they're going to react to this," he mused.
At that very moment, Trippy, looking harried, burst past NOM and into the room. "They're not going to react well, that's for sure!" he croaked, gasping for breath as he threw a thick folder onto the table in front of the young man.
Throughly confused, the man flipped through the folder. As he read, a wave of surprise and anger swept over him. "But...that's not possible!"
QUOTE (TheDoc+Aug 11 2008, 12:23 AM)
NOM stood in the doorway of the main upstairs office. "Doc has the package."
A young-looking man a in dress shirt was sitting in a chair across the room, looking at computer monitor. "Has he checked the contents of the case?"
Oh come on! That was a perfect opportunity for a "that's what she said"
A young-looking man a in dress shirt was sitting in a chair across the room, looking at computer monitor. "Has he checked the contents of the case?"
Oh come on! That was a perfect opportunity for a "that's what she said"
QUOTE (excaza+Aug 11 2008, 11:43 AM)
Oh come on! That was a perfect opportunity for a "that's what she said"
Break out the banana hammocks!
QUOTE (excaza+Aug 11 2008, 12:56 PM)
Break out the banana hammocks!
Hey you guys should come up with a gang name now, so that cheerleaders can know which gang to cheer for. How about the Physorg Snoots?
QUOTE (Boneidol+Aug 11 2008, 01:34 PM)
Hey you guys should come up with a gang name now, so that cheerleaders can know which gang to cheer for. How about the Physorg Snoots?
QUOTE (MjolnirPants+Aug 11 2008, 02:07 PM)
Hey! Now we have an image fer Dibedimirrorsqueeze
User posted image: <a target="_blank" href="http://bypass.freehb.info/index.php?q=aHR0cDovL2NvbW11bml0aWVzb25saW5lLmhvbWVzdGVhZC5jb20vZmlsZXMvdHJvbGxfMi5qcGc%3D">User posted image</a>
Now you've gone and insulted Occidental. That's one of his avatars over at BFN.
User posted image: <a target="_blank" href="http://bypass.freehb.info/index.php?q=aHR0cDovL2NvbW11bml0aWVzb25saW5lLmhvbWVzdGVhZC5jb20vZmlsZXMvdHJvbGxfMi5qcGc%3D">User posted image</a>
Now you've gone and insulted Occidental. That's one of his avatars over at BFN.
Found out why pants has such a fear of mirrors...He sees this...
http://gloriabrame.typepad.com/inside_the_...bolicviagra.jpg
But the reality is this...
http://blog.mrfire.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/danny.jpg
g.
http://gloriabrame.typepad.com/inside_the_...bolicviagra.jpg
But the reality is this...
http://blog.mrfire.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/danny.jpg
g.
QUOTE (Gorgeous+Aug 11 2008, 04:12 PM)
Found out why pants has such a fear of mirrors...He sees this...
http://gloriabrame.typepad.com/inside_the_...bolicviagra.jpg
But the reality is this...
http://blog.mrfire.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/danny.jpg
g.
The kitty's getting desperate, boys!
http://gloriabrame.typepad.com/inside_the_...bolicviagra.jpg
But the reality is this...
http://blog.mrfire.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/danny.jpg
g.
The kitty's getting desperate, boys!
Plot update please:-
Are occidental and TheDoc the same person?
Are occidental and TheDoc the same person?
QUOTE (Confused2+Aug 11 2008, 04:53 PM)
Plot update please:-
Are occidental and TheDoc the same person?
Are occidental and TheDoc the same person?
QUOTE (TheDoc+Aug 11 2008, 04:48 PM)
The kitty's getting desperate, boys!
I know, it was so juvenile it wasn't even funny.
That fact that she thought it was funny itself is funny, though.
EDIT: Oh, jes so everyone knows what my idealized self-portrait is...
User posted image: User posted image
I know, it was so juvenile it wasn't even funny.
That fact that she thought it was funny itself is funny, though.
EDIT: Oh, jes so everyone knows what my idealized self-portrait is...
User posted image: User posted image
These "Forum Mafia" images, they please the TechnoViking!
I will dance a Forum Mafia techno dance in your honor!
I will dance a Forum Mafia techno dance in your honor!
QUOTE (TechnoViking+Aug 11 2008, 07:06 AM)
These "Forum Mafia" images, they please the TechnoViking!
I will dance a Forum Mafia techno dance in your honor!
You're welcome, sweetie!
g.
I will dance a Forum Mafia techno dance in your honor!
You're welcome, sweetie!
g.
QUOTE (MjolnirPants+Aug 11 2008, 06:19 AM)
I know, it was so juvenile it wasn't even funny.
That fact that she thought it was funny itself is funny, though.
EDIT: Oh, jes so everyone knows what my idealized self-portrait is...
User posted image: <a target='_blank' href='http://seshdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/thor-painting.jpeg'>User posted image</a>
That fact that she thought it was funny itself is funny, though.
EDIT: Oh, jes so everyone knows what my idealized self-portrait is...
User posted image: <a target='_blank' href='http://seshdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/thor-painting.jpeg'>User posted image</a>
QUOTE (Gorgeous+Aug 11 2008, 08:36 PM)
Nah, I think this is more like you!
Gotta force those smiles, eh?
I think she's more desperate than ever now.
Gotta force those smiles, eh?
I think she's more desperate than ever now.
QUOTE (TheDoc+Aug 11 2008, 08:48 PM)
I think she's more desperate than ever now.
Indeed, although the last one was actually funny. (give credit where credit's due, I always say.)
Funnier though was her thanking the TechnoViking. I'm quite certain his technoapproval was not meant fer her...
Indeed, although the last one was actually funny. (give credit where credit's due, I always say.)
Funnier though was her thanking the TechnoViking. I'm quite certain his technoapproval was not meant fer her...
QUOTE (MjolnirPants+Aug 11 2008, 09:51 AM)
Indeed, although the last one was actually funny. (give credit where credit's due, I always say.)
Funnier though was her thanking the TechnoViking. I'm quite certain his technoapproval was not meant fer her...
You still haven't got 'irony' over in backwards land, I see!
g.
Funnier though was her thanking the TechnoViking. I'm quite certain his technoapproval was not meant fer her...
You still haven't got 'irony' over in backwards land, I see!
g.
QUOTE (Gorgeous+Aug 11 2008, 08:56 PM)
You still haven't got 'irony' over in backwards land, I see!
g.
I see posting without thinking still holds sway in whatever lil world you live in.
An ya expect me to believe you were bein sarcastic?
g.
I see posting without thinking still holds sway in whatever lil world you live in.
QUOTE
QUOTE (->
| QUOTE |
| These "Forum Mafia" images, they please the TechnoViking! I will dance a Forum Mafia techno dance in your honor! You're welcome, sweetie! |
An ya expect me to believe you were bein sarcastic?
QUOTE (MjolnirPants+Aug 11 2008, 10:02 AM)
I see posting without thinking still holds sway in whatever lil world you live in.
You're welcome, sweetie! [/QUOTE]
An ya expect me to believe you were bein sarcastic?
Why would I expect you to believe anything real?
What I really expect you to do is another exploding act so that the new puppet can take over again!
g.
You're welcome, sweetie!
[/QUOTE]An ya expect me to believe you were bein sarcastic?
Why would I expect you to believe anything real?
What I really expect you to do is another exploding act so that the new puppet can take over again!
g.
QUOTE (Gorgeous+Aug 11 2008, 09:05 PM)
What I really expect you to do is another exploding act so that the new puppet can take over again!
What exploding act?
Ya mean cussing out those whom I respect in a tongue-in-cheek manner as well as cussing out those whom I don't respect in the same post, in a new thread dedicated to that post, all the while laughing at it all?
(I'm assumin ya think I'm BDW, too)
That don't sound like an explodin act, unless ya want desperately to believe it is, of course. It actually sounds pretty well-thought out... An there's even a PM floatin around in cyberspace in which BDW's intentions to do jes that are made clear, months before it ever happened...
What exploding act?
Ya mean cussing out those whom I respect in a tongue-in-cheek manner as well as cussing out those whom I don't respect in the same post, in a new thread dedicated to that post, all the while laughing at it all?
(I'm assumin ya think I'm BDW, too)
That don't sound like an explodin act, unless ya want desperately to believe it is, of course. It actually sounds pretty well-thought out... An there's even a PM floatin around in cyberspace in which BDW's intentions to do jes that are made clear, months before it ever happened...
QUOTE (MjolnirPants+Aug 11 2008, 10:09 AM)
I'm assumin ya think I'm BDW, too
You're the assumption king, Mr Vi~king!
Rant rant rant
EXPLODE!
(Shhh... build a new puppet)
Rant rant rant
EXPLODE!
(Shhh... build a new puppet)
Rant rant rant
EXPLODE!
(Shhh... build a new puppet)
Rant rant rant
EXPLODE!
(Shhh... build a new puppet)
Rant rant rant
EXPLODE!
(Shhh... build a new puppet)
Rant rant rant
EXPLODE!
(Shhh... build a new puppet)
Rant rant rant
EXPLODE!
(Shhh... build a new puppet)
Rant rant rant
EXPLODE!
(Shhh... build a new puppet)
Rant rant rant
EXPLODE!
(Shhh... build a new puppet)
Rant rant rant
EXPLODE!
(Shhh... build a new puppet)
Rant rant rant
EXPLODE!
(Shhh... build a new puppet)
Rant rant rant
EXPLODE!
(Shhh... build a new puppet)
Poof!
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You're the assumption king, Mr Vi~king!
Rant rant rant
EXPLODE!
(Shhh... build a new puppet)
Rant rant rant
EXPLODE!
(Shhh... build a new puppet)
Rant rant rant
EXPLODE!
(Shhh... build a new puppet)
Rant rant rant
EXPLODE!
(Shhh... build a new puppet)
Rant rant rant
EXPLODE!
(Shhh... build a new puppet)
Rant rant rant
EXPLODE!
(Shhh... build a new puppet)
Rant rant rant
EXPLODE!
(Shhh... build a new puppet)
Rant rant rant
EXPLODE!
(Shhh... build a new puppet)
Rant rant rant
EXPLODE!
(Shhh... build a new puppet)
Rant rant rant
EXPLODE!
(Shhh... build a new puppet)
Rant rant rant
EXPLODE!
(Shhh... build a new puppet)
Rant rant rant
EXPLODE!
(Shhh... build a new puppet)
Poof!
g.
What the hell is wrong with you?
Yeah, c'mon pants, why aintcha laffin no more? ~ Not avin a little explosion down there, are ya?
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QUOTE (excaza+)
What the hell is wrong with you?
Perhaps this will help.
Boy:- You look like you should be in bed.
Girl:- Er.. what seems to be wrong with me?
Boy:- As far as I can tell .. absolutely nothing.
Perhaps this will help.
Boy:- You look like you should be in bed.
Girl:- Er.. what seems to be wrong with me?
Boy:- As far as I can tell .. absolutely nothing.
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