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OK, here is my latest attempt to win a prize in Gameaday.
It is my sad story of what happens when you spend a night out with the latest PS2 Top 20 (as listed on special reserve)....
I knew that I'd had far too much to drink on the night before, because I had only a SHADOW OF MEMORIES of watching the RUGBY, before before heading off to a pub where, unfortunately, the MTV MUSIC GENERATOR had broken down and everyone had to be content with watching the INTERNATIONAL SUPERSTAR SOCCER game on the TV.
After the soccer I went to get a drink but when I got back my seat had been TEKKEN. TAG TOURNAMENT style fighting soon broke out and (since it was a celebrity bar) nothing could be seen except for STAR WARS in every corner. Eventually, not wanting to face EXTERMINATION, I agreed to let THE BOUNCER call a me CRAZY TAXI from NBA STREET.
I woke up looking like someone who had just made an ESCAPE FROM MONKEY ISLAND, had a shower, washed my hair with FORMULA ONE 2001 and was ready to face the day, apart from the fact that my head felt like it was full of ONIMUSHA WARLORDS. First job was to visit my GRAN, TURISMO,... (she is foreign )!.
When I arrived at grans house I knew I'd be in trouble because I was late and gran and grandad were such TIMESPLITTERS. I rang the bell to SUMMONER (summon her... geddit ?!), but as I did so I accidentally stood on her SNOWBOARD. SUPERCROSS gran answered the door demanding to know what had happened. She was really seeing RED. FACTION, her dog, ran out and bit me on the leg. I winced in pain and looked towards the SKY. ODYSSEY (her cat) jumped from a tree and landed another bite. The pain was so bad that I knew I'd have to go and see doctor MOTO, GP (another foreigner!).
Moral of the story ? Too much PS2 is bad for the health !!
Kev.
It is my sad story of what happens when you spend a night out with the latest PS2 Top 20 (as listed on special reserve)....
I knew that I'd had far too much to drink on the night before, because I had only a SHADOW OF MEMORIES of watching the RUGBY, before before heading off to a pub where, unfortunately, the MTV MUSIC GENERATOR had broken down and everyone had to be content with watching the INTERNATIONAL SUPERSTAR SOCCER game on the TV.
After the soccer I went to get a drink but when I got back my seat had been TEKKEN. TAG TOURNAMENT style fighting soon broke out and (since it was a celebrity bar) nothing could be seen except for STAR WARS in every corner. Eventually, not wanting to face EXTERMINATION, I agreed to let THE BOUNCER call a me CRAZY TAXI from NBA STREET.
I woke up looking like someone who had just made an ESCAPE FROM MONKEY ISLAND, had a shower, washed my hair with FORMULA ONE 2001 and was ready to face the day, apart from the fact that my head felt like it was full of ONIMUSHA WARLORDS. First job was to visit my GRAN, TURISMO,... (she is foreign )!.
When I arrived at grans house I knew I'd be in trouble because I was late and gran and grandad were such TIMESPLITTERS. I rang the bell to SUMMONER (summon her... geddit ?!), but as I did so I accidentally stood on her SNOWBOARD. SUPERCROSS gran answered the door demanding to know what had happened. She was really seeing RED. FACTION, her dog, ran out and bit me on the leg. I winced in pain and looked towards the SKY. ODYSSEY (her cat) jumped from a tree and landed another bite. The pain was so bad that I knew I'd have to go and see doctor MOTO, GP (another foreigner!).
Moral of the story ? Too much PS2 is bad for the health !!
Kev.
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Very clever!
OK, here is my latest attempt to win a prize in Gameaday.
It is my sad story of what happens when you spend a night out with the latest PS2 Top 20 (as listed on special reserve)....
I knew that I'd had far too much to drink on the night before, because I had only a SHADOW OF MEMORIES of watching the RUGBY, before before heading off to a pub where, unfortunately, the MTV MUSIC GENERATOR had broken down and everyone had to be content with watching the INTERNATIONAL SUPERSTAR SOCCER game on the TV.
After the soccer I went to get a drink but when I got back my seat had been TEKKEN. TAG TOURNAMENT style fighting soon broke out and (since it was a celebrity bar) nothing could be seen except for STAR WARS in every corner. Eventually, not wanting to face EXTERMINATION, I agreed to let THE BOUNCER call a me CRAZY TAXI from NBA STREET.
I woke up looking like someone who had just made an ESCAPE FROM MONKEY ISLAND, had a shower, washed my hair with FORMULA ONE 2001 and was ready to face the day, apart from the fact that my head felt like it was full of ONIMUSHA WARLORDS. First job was to visit my GRAN, TURISMO,... (she is foreign )!.
When I arrived at grans house I knew I'd be in trouble because I was late and gran and grandad were such TIMESPLITTERS. I rang the bell to SUMMONER (summon her... geddit ?!), but as I did so I accidentally stood on her SNOWBOARD. SUPERCROSS gran answered the door demanding to know what had happened. She was really seeing RED. FACTION, her dog, ran out and bit me on the leg. I winced in pain and looked towards the SKY. ODYSSEY (her cat) jumped from a tree and landed another bite. The pain was so bad that I knew I'd have to go and see doctor MOTO, GP (another foreigner!).
Moral of the story ? Too much PS2 is bad for the health !!
Kev.
It is my sad story of what happens when you spend a night out with the latest PS2 Top 20 (as listed on special reserve)....
I knew that I'd had far too much to drink on the night before, because I had only a SHADOW OF MEMORIES of watching the RUGBY, before before heading off to a pub where, unfortunately, the MTV MUSIC GENERATOR had broken down and everyone had to be content with watching the INTERNATIONAL SUPERSTAR SOCCER game on the TV.
After the soccer I went to get a drink but when I got back my seat had been TEKKEN. TAG TOURNAMENT style fighting soon broke out and (since it was a celebrity bar) nothing could be seen except for STAR WARS in every corner. Eventually, not wanting to face EXTERMINATION, I agreed to let THE BOUNCER call a me CRAZY TAXI from NBA STREET.
I woke up looking like someone who had just made an ESCAPE FROM MONKEY ISLAND, had a shower, washed my hair with FORMULA ONE 2001 and was ready to face the day, apart from the fact that my head felt like it was full of ONIMUSHA WARLORDS. First job was to visit my GRAN, TURISMO,... (she is foreign )!.
When I arrived at grans house I knew I'd be in trouble because I was late and gran and grandad were such TIMESPLITTERS. I rang the bell to SUMMONER (summon her... geddit ?!), but as I did so I accidentally stood on her SNOWBOARD. SUPERCROSS gran answered the door demanding to know what had happened. She was really seeing RED. FACTION, her dog, ran out and bit me on the leg. I winced in pain and looked towards the SKY. ODYSSEY (her cat) jumped from a tree and landed another bite. The pain was so bad that I knew I'd have to go and see doctor MOTO, GP (another foreigner!).
Moral of the story ? Too much PS2 is bad for the health !!
Kev.
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