The "Freeola Customer Forum" forum, which includes Retro Game Reviews, has been archived and is now read-only. You cannot post here or create a new thread or review on this forum.
Once upon a time, there was a baby boy. He liked all the usual baby things. He liked to kick a football about. He liked to poo. He liked to point at things that fell over.
One day, his mummy said 'Go to your room'. He said no.
The next day, Mummy got kidnapped. He felt bad, and went to his room. But she didn't come back. Not that day, not the next day. So he came out of his room and kicked a football about, until an old man with a lot of Viagra said he wasn't all that bad and he should go to work.
So, he went to work. I say work, it was in fact a big bouncy bed where older and wiser men fed him peeled grapes and asked him what Ronaldo was reallylike.
One day, he got a postcard from a bald man called Mr Zizzo. The bald man was really boring, even in writing, but he asked the baby boy to come visit him in Madrid. He said there was candy in Madrid.
The baby boy wanted to go, but his boss said no, he had to stay and do what he promised to do. The baby boy had a sulk. He wanted things his own way.
In the end, the baby boy forgot about candy Madrid and went to Germany to play in a few friendlys against Robert Huth. He wandered about and thought 'What is Mummy up to?'. Some men had sent him a postcard from Mummy. She sounded happy.
When Mr Deenyo won the friendly cup, the baby boy was very happy. Robert Huth wasn't, but that's another tale.
One day the baby boy said "My head is in Madrid". The baby boy hoped no-one would notice the lie, because he had never been to Madrid. In fact, he had never been to the toilet alone.
Eventually, the Zizzo bald man phoned the baby boy again. He said that there were three good, older men who played in the baby boys position. They were all scoring lots of goals and doing their jobs well, so would the baby boy like to come and do better.
The baby boy though about it. Mummy hadn't called in a while and some men had asked for some money, but he wanted to play Zelda, so bought Zelda instead. Then he called Zizzo and said, Yes I will come to Madrid.
A man called Owen sent him a card telling the baby boy he wasn't very nice.
In the end, the baby boy didn't go to Madrid. He wanted to play for a really good club but he didn't. He went onto a chatroom and talked to a man called Bellamy. They got along quite well.
The End.
One day, his mummy said 'Go to your room'. He said no.
The next day, Mummy got kidnapped. He felt bad, and went to his room. But she didn't come back. Not that day, not the next day. So he came out of his room and kicked a football about, until an old man with a lot of Viagra said he wasn't all that bad and he should go to work.
So, he went to work. I say work, it was in fact a big bouncy bed where older and wiser men fed him peeled grapes and asked him what Ronaldo was reallylike.
One day, he got a postcard from a bald man called Mr Zizzo. The bald man was really boring, even in writing, but he asked the baby boy to come visit him in Madrid. He said there was candy in Madrid.
The baby boy wanted to go, but his boss said no, he had to stay and do what he promised to do. The baby boy had a sulk. He wanted things his own way.
In the end, the baby boy forgot about candy Madrid and went to Germany to play in a few friendlys against Robert Huth. He wandered about and thought 'What is Mummy up to?'. Some men had sent him a postcard from Mummy. She sounded happy.
When Mr Deenyo won the friendly cup, the baby boy was very happy. Robert Huth wasn't, but that's another tale.
One day the baby boy said "My head is in Madrid". The baby boy hoped no-one would notice the lie, because he had never been to Madrid. In fact, he had never been to the toilet alone.
Eventually, the Zizzo bald man phoned the baby boy again. He said that there were three good, older men who played in the baby boys position. They were all scoring lots of goals and doing their jobs well, so would the baby boy like to come and do better.
The baby boy though about it. Mummy hadn't called in a while and some men had asked for some money, but he wanted to play Zelda, so bought Zelda instead. Then he called Zizzo and said, Yes I will come to Madrid.
A man called Owen sent him a card telling the baby boy he wasn't very nice.
In the end, the baby boy didn't go to Madrid. He wanted to play for a really good club but he didn't. He went onto a chatroom and talked to a man called Bellamy. They got along quite well.
The End.
Oh, right. There's manlove everywhere.
Lipe <3 Stryke
Lipe loves Stryke
Lipe loves Stryke
What does <3 mean?
<3 Stryke.
Blank wrote:
> Was this based on a true story?
--
Of course not. Criag Bellamy's far too stupid to use a computer.
> Was this based on a true story?
--
Of course not. Criag Bellamy's far too stupid to use a computer.
In a manly way, of course.
*quickly hides Stryke's photo from desk*
*quickly hides Stryke's photo from desk*
Was this based on a true story?
Steady now.
I love you.
Once upon a time, there was a baby boy. He liked all the usual baby things. He liked to kick a football about. He liked to poo. He liked to point at things that fell over.
One day, his mummy said 'Go to your room'. He said no.
The next day, Mummy got kidnapped. He felt bad, and went to his room. But she didn't come back. Not that day, not the next day. So he came out of his room and kicked a football about, until an old man with a lot of Viagra said he wasn't all that bad and he should go to work.
So, he went to work. I say work, it was in fact a big bouncy bed where older and wiser men fed him peeled grapes and asked him what Ronaldo was reallylike.
One day, he got a postcard from a bald man called Mr Zizzo. The bald man was really boring, even in writing, but he asked the baby boy to come visit him in Madrid. He said there was candy in Madrid.
The baby boy wanted to go, but his boss said no, he had to stay and do what he promised to do. The baby boy had a sulk. He wanted things his own way.
In the end, the baby boy forgot about candy Madrid and went to Germany to play in a few friendlys against Robert Huth. He wandered about and thought 'What is Mummy up to?'. Some men had sent him a postcard from Mummy. She sounded happy.
When Mr Deenyo won the friendly cup, the baby boy was very happy. Robert Huth wasn't, but that's another tale.
One day the baby boy said "My head is in Madrid". The baby boy hoped no-one would notice the lie, because he had never been to Madrid. In fact, he had never been to the toilet alone.
Eventually, the Zizzo bald man phoned the baby boy again. He said that there were three good, older men who played in the baby boys position. They were all scoring lots of goals and doing their jobs well, so would the baby boy like to come and do better.
The baby boy though about it. Mummy hadn't called in a while and some men had asked for some money, but he wanted to play Zelda, so bought Zelda instead. Then he called Zizzo and said, Yes I will come to Madrid.
A man called Owen sent him a card telling the baby boy he wasn't very nice.
In the end, the baby boy didn't go to Madrid. He wanted to play for a really good club but he didn't. He went onto a chatroom and talked to a man called Bellamy. They got along quite well.
The End.
One day, his mummy said 'Go to your room'. He said no.
The next day, Mummy got kidnapped. He felt bad, and went to his room. But she didn't come back. Not that day, not the next day. So he came out of his room and kicked a football about, until an old man with a lot of Viagra said he wasn't all that bad and he should go to work.
So, he went to work. I say work, it was in fact a big bouncy bed where older and wiser men fed him peeled grapes and asked him what Ronaldo was reallylike.
One day, he got a postcard from a bald man called Mr Zizzo. The bald man was really boring, even in writing, but he asked the baby boy to come visit him in Madrid. He said there was candy in Madrid.
The baby boy wanted to go, but his boss said no, he had to stay and do what he promised to do. The baby boy had a sulk. He wanted things his own way.
In the end, the baby boy forgot about candy Madrid and went to Germany to play in a few friendlys against Robert Huth. He wandered about and thought 'What is Mummy up to?'. Some men had sent him a postcard from Mummy. She sounded happy.
When Mr Deenyo won the friendly cup, the baby boy was very happy. Robert Huth wasn't, but that's another tale.
One day the baby boy said "My head is in Madrid". The baby boy hoped no-one would notice the lie, because he had never been to Madrid. In fact, he had never been to the toilet alone.
Eventually, the Zizzo bald man phoned the baby boy again. He said that there were three good, older men who played in the baby boys position. They were all scoring lots of goals and doing their jobs well, so would the baby boy like to come and do better.
The baby boy though about it. Mummy hadn't called in a while and some men had asked for some money, but he wanted to play Zelda, so bought Zelda instead. Then he called Zizzo and said, Yes I will come to Madrid.
A man called Owen sent him a card telling the baby boy he wasn't very nice.
In the end, the baby boy didn't go to Madrid. He wanted to play for a really good club but he didn't. He went onto a chatroom and talked to a man called Bellamy. They got along quite well.
The End.