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Me, myself, and many others, are fed up of all these topics that mean nothing - much like this one, but in order to remove the spam like topics "the playstation 2 will win, but the xbox doesn't know anything about gaming" etc, so post your tripe here - MAYBE, and that's a big maybe, the quality of Spam will improve.
THREAD for spamming - spam here, keep the forum CLEAN.
THREAD for spamming - spam here, keep the forum CLEAN.
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big_slow wrote:
> hey my word count just went up.
Wow!..... How? What did you do? Please tell me......
I want my word count to go up!
> hey my word count just went up.
Wow!..... How? What did you do? Please tell me......
I want my word count to go up!
Seifer wrote:
> Spamming! Ah sweet sweet spamming!
spamming here...spamming there....spamming everywhere!
> Spamming! Ah sweet sweet spamming!
spamming here...spamming there....spamming everywhere!
Dav1d wrote:
> Cant be bothered with Spam tonight Ortega.....
Spam! Spam! Spam!
> Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam!
> Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam!
> Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam!
It leaves a bad taste in my mouth
> now!
Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam!
> Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam!
> Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam!
as u said...SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM! does get boring after a while dont it?
> Cant be bothered with Spam tonight Ortega.....
Spam! Spam! Spam!
> Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam!
> Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam!
> Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam!
It leaves a bad taste in my mouth
> now!
Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam!
> Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam!
> Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam!
as u said...SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM! does get boring after a while dont it?
u here Dav1d?
Cant be bothered with Spam tonight Ortega.....
Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam!
It leaves a bad taste in my mouth now!
Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam!
Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam!
It leaves a bad taste in my mouth now!
Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam!
FantasyMeister wrote:
> The Time: 1544 A.D.
The Place: Forum Castle, Spamalot.
The
> Combatants: Sir Lexus the Spam and Sir FantasyMeister the
> Brave.
Princess Myst1que waves her hand to signal the
> commencement of the Jousting Tournament.
Sir Lexus the Spam
> mounts his charger, replendent in its silver chainmail. He trots
> over to his manservant, peasant Wookiee, who hands him his
> lance.
Sir FantasyMeister the Brave vaults athletically onto his
> black steed who his breathing smoke from its nostrils in
> anticipation of the fight to come. His manservant, peon Grix,
> passes him his lance, which Sir FantasyMeister the Brave hefts in
> his hand, checking its balance.
The combatants turn to face each
> other across the jousting field. The silence is audible.
They
> kick their mounts into motion, hooves throwing up clods of turf as
> the horses pick up speed. Both knights bring their lances to bear
> and as the horses charge past each other Sir Lexus the Spam's lance
> thuds into Sir FantasyMeister the Brave's breastplate, throwing him
> off the back of his horse.
Sir FantasyMeister lands heavily on
> the turf, but quickly springs to his feet, bringing his broadsword
> to bear. Sir Lexus reaches the far end of the field, where peasant
> Wookie throws him a mace. Sir Lexus whirls his horse around,
> starting to swing his mace around his head, and charges at
> FantasyMeister who stands there braced for the attack.
As he gets
> close, Sir Lexus swings the mace one final time, aiming for
> FantasyMeister's head, but FantasyMeister ducks swiftly and brings
> the flat of his broadsword against the horses forelegs, sending it
> head over heel. Sir Lexus the Spam is catapulted over the horse's
> head, landing in a pile of dented armour and flying chainmail. He
> is stunned by the fall, and only just recovers in time to avoid a
> visious downslash from FantasyMeister's broadsword as he regains his
> footing.
With lightning speed, Sir Lexus draws his blade and the
> two knights swing at each other, parrying, thrusting the sharp
> blades at each other, sparks flying in the early morning breeze as
> they duel to the death. Their heavy armour was starting to wear
> both men down, but they knew that to give in to fatigue would mean
> certain death. So on they battled, broadswords flashing in viscious
> arcs, the clash of steel ringing out, the occaisional murmur of awe
> from the assembled onlookers the only other sound to be
> heard.
Sir Lexus was tiring now, he knew that the end was near,
> so he gave his all. With a screeching battlecry he hurled himself
> forward at FantasyMeister, who had only been feigning tiredness all
> this while. FantasyMeister neatly side-stepped the charge, and
> swung his broadsword down in a perfect arc to lop of the head of Sir
> Lexus the Spam.
He was victorious. He was Sir FantasyMeister the
> SpamSlayer.
Sir Lexus' body was taken from the field and laid to
> rest in his family graveyard. His tombstone is still there to be
> seen to this day.
"Here lies Sir Lexus of Spam Spam Spam
> Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam
> Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam
> Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam
> Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam....."
Cool!
> The Time: 1544 A.D.
The Place: Forum Castle, Spamalot.
The
> Combatants: Sir Lexus the Spam and Sir FantasyMeister the
> Brave.
Princess Myst1que waves her hand to signal the
> commencement of the Jousting Tournament.
Sir Lexus the Spam
> mounts his charger, replendent in its silver chainmail. He trots
> over to his manservant, peasant Wookiee, who hands him his
> lance.
Sir FantasyMeister the Brave vaults athletically onto his
> black steed who his breathing smoke from its nostrils in
> anticipation of the fight to come. His manservant, peon Grix,
> passes him his lance, which Sir FantasyMeister the Brave hefts in
> his hand, checking its balance.
The combatants turn to face each
> other across the jousting field. The silence is audible.
They
> kick their mounts into motion, hooves throwing up clods of turf as
> the horses pick up speed. Both knights bring their lances to bear
> and as the horses charge past each other Sir Lexus the Spam's lance
> thuds into Sir FantasyMeister the Brave's breastplate, throwing him
> off the back of his horse.
Sir FantasyMeister lands heavily on
> the turf, but quickly springs to his feet, bringing his broadsword
> to bear. Sir Lexus reaches the far end of the field, where peasant
> Wookie throws him a mace. Sir Lexus whirls his horse around,
> starting to swing his mace around his head, and charges at
> FantasyMeister who stands there braced for the attack.
As he gets
> close, Sir Lexus swings the mace one final time, aiming for
> FantasyMeister's head, but FantasyMeister ducks swiftly and brings
> the flat of his broadsword against the horses forelegs, sending it
> head over heel. Sir Lexus the Spam is catapulted over the horse's
> head, landing in a pile of dented armour and flying chainmail. He
> is stunned by the fall, and only just recovers in time to avoid a
> visious downslash from FantasyMeister's broadsword as he regains his
> footing.
With lightning speed, Sir Lexus draws his blade and the
> two knights swing at each other, parrying, thrusting the sharp
> blades at each other, sparks flying in the early morning breeze as
> they duel to the death. Their heavy armour was starting to wear
> both men down, but they knew that to give in to fatigue would mean
> certain death. So on they battled, broadswords flashing in viscious
> arcs, the clash of steel ringing out, the occaisional murmur of awe
> from the assembled onlookers the only other sound to be
> heard.
Sir Lexus was tiring now, he knew that the end was near,
> so he gave his all. With a screeching battlecry he hurled himself
> forward at FantasyMeister, who had only been feigning tiredness all
> this while. FantasyMeister neatly side-stepped the charge, and
> swung his broadsword down in a perfect arc to lop of the head of Sir
> Lexus the Spam.
He was victorious. He was Sir FantasyMeister the
> SpamSlayer.
Sir Lexus' body was taken from the field and laid to
> rest in his family graveyard. His tombstone is still there to be
> seen to this day.
"Here lies Sir Lexus of Spam Spam Spam
> Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam
> Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam
> Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam
> Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam....."
Cool!
The Time: 1544 A.D.
The Place: Forum Castle, Spamalot.
The Combatants: Sir Lexus the Spam and Sir FantasyMeister the Brave.
Princess Myst1que waves her hand to signal the commencement of the Jousting Tournament.
Sir Lexus the Spam mounts his charger, replendent in its silver chainmail. He trots over to his manservant, peasant Wookiee, who hands him his lance.
Sir FantasyMeister the Brave vaults athletically onto his black steed who his breathing smoke from its nostrils in anticipation of the fight to come. His manservant, peon Grix, passes him his lance, which Sir FantasyMeister the Brave hefts in his hand, checking its balance.
The combatants turn to face each other across the jousting field. The silence is audible.
They kick their mounts into motion, hooves throwing up clods of turf as the horses pick up speed. Both knights bring their lances to bear and as the horses charge past each other Sir Lexus the Spam's lance thuds into Sir FantasyMeister the Brave's breastplate, throwing him off the back of his horse.
Sir FantasyMeister lands heavily on the turf, but quickly springs to his feet, bringing his broadsword to bear. Sir Lexus reaches the far end of the field, where peasant Wookie throws him a mace. Sir Lexus whirls his horse around, starting to swing his mace around his head, and charges at FantasyMeister who stands there braced for the attack.
As he gets close, Sir Lexus swings the mace one final time, aiming for FantasyMeister's head, but FantasyMeister ducks swiftly and brings the flat of his broadsword against the horses forelegs, sending it head over heel. Sir Lexus the Spam is catapulted over the horse's head, landing in a pile of dented armour and flying chainmail. He is stunned by the fall, and only just recovers in time to avoid a visious downslash from FantasyMeister's broadsword as he regains his footing.
With lightning speed, Sir Lexus draws his blade and the two knights swing at each other, parrying, thrusting the sharp blades at each other, sparks flying in the early morning breeze as they duel to the death. Their heavy armour was starting to wear both men down, but they knew that to give in to fatigue would mean certain death. So on they battled, broadswords flashing in viscious arcs, the clash of steel ringing out, the occaisional murmur of awe from the assembled onlookers the only other sound to be heard.
Sir Lexus was tiring now, he knew that the end was near, so he gave his all. With a screeching battlecry he hurled himself forward at FantasyMeister, who had only been feigning tiredness all this while. FantasyMeister neatly side-stepped the charge, and swung his broadsword down in a perfect arc to lop of the head of Sir Lexus the Spam.
He was victorious. He was Sir FantasyMeister the SpamSlayer.
Sir Lexus' body was taken from the field and laid to rest in his family graveyard. His tombstone is still there to be seen to this day.
"Here lies Sir Lexus of Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam....."
The Place: Forum Castle, Spamalot.
The Combatants: Sir Lexus the Spam and Sir FantasyMeister the Brave.
Princess Myst1que waves her hand to signal the commencement of the Jousting Tournament.
Sir Lexus the Spam mounts his charger, replendent in its silver chainmail. He trots over to his manservant, peasant Wookiee, who hands him his lance.
Sir FantasyMeister the Brave vaults athletically onto his black steed who his breathing smoke from its nostrils in anticipation of the fight to come. His manservant, peon Grix, passes him his lance, which Sir FantasyMeister the Brave hefts in his hand, checking its balance.
The combatants turn to face each other across the jousting field. The silence is audible.
They kick their mounts into motion, hooves throwing up clods of turf as the horses pick up speed. Both knights bring their lances to bear and as the horses charge past each other Sir Lexus the Spam's lance thuds into Sir FantasyMeister the Brave's breastplate, throwing him off the back of his horse.
Sir FantasyMeister lands heavily on the turf, but quickly springs to his feet, bringing his broadsword to bear. Sir Lexus reaches the far end of the field, where peasant Wookie throws him a mace. Sir Lexus whirls his horse around, starting to swing his mace around his head, and charges at FantasyMeister who stands there braced for the attack.
As he gets close, Sir Lexus swings the mace one final time, aiming for FantasyMeister's head, but FantasyMeister ducks swiftly and brings the flat of his broadsword against the horses forelegs, sending it head over heel. Sir Lexus the Spam is catapulted over the horse's head, landing in a pile of dented armour and flying chainmail. He is stunned by the fall, and only just recovers in time to avoid a visious downslash from FantasyMeister's broadsword as he regains his footing.
With lightning speed, Sir Lexus draws his blade and the two knights swing at each other, parrying, thrusting the sharp blades at each other, sparks flying in the early morning breeze as they duel to the death. Their heavy armour was starting to wear both men down, but they knew that to give in to fatigue would mean certain death. So on they battled, broadswords flashing in viscious arcs, the clash of steel ringing out, the occaisional murmur of awe from the assembled onlookers the only other sound to be heard.
Sir Lexus was tiring now, he knew that the end was near, so he gave his all. With a screeching battlecry he hurled himself forward at FantasyMeister, who had only been feigning tiredness all this while. FantasyMeister neatly side-stepped the charge, and swung his broadsword down in a perfect arc to lop of the head of Sir Lexus the Spam.
He was victorious. He was Sir FantasyMeister the SpamSlayer.
Sir Lexus' body was taken from the field and laid to rest in his family graveyard. His tombstone is still there to be seen to this day.
"Here lies Sir Lexus of Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam....."
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