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*The camera zooms onto a colossal building of unprecedented architecture, and craftsmanship, it stops, and then goes downwards to a tiny shack with the words ‘Specail Rerseve’ scribbled on with crayola washables*
*Snuggly immediately takes centre stage in the middle of the disease-ridden office. His smile nearly tears his face in half, as he looks downwards at a poppy that he picked from the cemetery prior to filming*
“Well, I like to do my bit for charity. That’s what it’s all about in the end.”
*He points to a small bowl atop his desk*
*His face moulds into a look of rage, and intimidation*
“PUT SOME FRICKING MONEY IN THE BOWL OR…”
*He nods at Tony, an elderly sort of man whom is holstering a double-barrelled shotgun, and the sound of pennies is heard jingling inside the bowl.*
The camera cuts, and shows a talking head of Snuggly
“Well; Special Reserve has always been a company built on customer loyalty and…
*He looks over at an Xbox pod, as a child of the age of 4 grasps the controller*
“OI, YOU DIRTY RAT. THIS IS NOT A BLOODY ARCADE, EITHER BUY SOMETHING OR GET THE HELL OUT, YOU INFESTED APE-SHI…
*A woman walking into the office attracts Snuggly’s attention
“She works here…. You see, we’re all EQUALS here at Special Reserve”
He says as he reaches for the woman’s ass.
A talking head of the woman; nicknamed Candyfloss appears:
“I need the money…”
she sighs, as Snuggly continues to kick waste paper at her.
Suddenly a muffled rumbling comes from behind a desk… Tony awakes from his sleeping bag, his eyes deeply reddened by his continuous drug abuse
“You gonna drink thaaaaat?” He screeches
*Snuggly, looking somewhat bemused looks around the office*
“wha?”
*Pointing to a patch of liquor stain on Snuggly’s trouser leg, Tony swiftly approaches*
“N…No… I’m not…”
Elsewhere in the office, a bewildered customer; a 40 year old bald-headed redneck is enquiring about the where-abouts of ‘Dead Or Alive: Extreme Beach Volleyball’, candyfloss points the disgruntled customer in the direction of Snuggly standing behind the counter.
“Where’s Volleyball?”
“erm, our suppliers have not sent out the batch yet”
“well, is it any good?” the rough jacket questions
“To be honest, friend, it’s not my sort of game”
*Tony arises from underneath the desk, slowly licking Ali's crotch*
“YOU SICK BASTAR…” *He blares as he swipes Tony’s port.*
“TELL ME HE DID NOT JUST DO THAT!” Exclaims Tony
*The customer falls to the floor, as Tony blows the top of his shotgun,*
Tony takes his place, as a talking head this time
“I hold no prejudices upon people of different sexes or races, it just seems that I have a problem with everyone in general. I don’t give a damn whether I’m facing an 8ft giant, who takes his chances at stealing my liquor, I shall always have my ninja style, hero-gun”
*Tony insists on making car noises and waving his arms about in an innovative fashion. *
*Snuggly is seated on a computer desk; and is transferring pictures of Tony’s face, onto the bodies of various animals*
“We all like to have a good laugh, here. Just go and ask Candyfloss about the gunfight incident… hilarious”
“I like to think of myself as a humourer, and rather forcing my humour I introduce it into the office, on a regular basis” He nods towards a picture of the Fonz on the wall, he has clearly drawn a pair of glasses on him His eyes become transfixed on the camera lens, and he starts to chuckle hysterically.”
*The camera focuses on Candyfloss, as she solves the puzzles of the unhappy consumer, at her computer*
“It was a gift from my grandmother, she says…” she nods at the picture of the Fonz
“He’s a díckhead” *she says, looking at Snuggly, whom is urinating out of the office window.*
“One time he thought it would be hilarious to set-up a pretend gunfight in the middle of the office; I of course did not realise, and immediately ran to the phone… slipping on Ali’s shoes and crashing my jaw onto the counter… until this day, I have problems, and jaw disorders” Blood spews from her mouth and teeth pursue
Tony is now asleep behind the counter; after he wore himself out with his car noises… Candyfloss continues with customer enquiries and complaints, while Snuggly stands facing the window; as he moves away, rude pictures of two monkeys are visible in the condensation on the window… he turns to the camera and smiles
*Snuggly is seated in a separate room; for another talking head display;*
“ My loyalty is the only thing which is my weakness when considering the career arena. Yes, I have had many career opportunities, mainly in the entertainment department. From movie roles to just small television programme hosting. I can honestly see my humour is touching my client in a deep form; they obviously want my talent to become widespread so I can touch millions.
I would help with charity causes; namely comic relief because I believe my humour will physically be affecting the lives He again looks at the poppy he stole
Whether or not, opportunities on this scale will arise, shall be determined. Until then I am tied to my business, and my business is here. Special Reserve”
*He grabs a can of ‘silly string’ and approaches Tony, the sleeping alkie*
*He sprays Tony’s face with the green substance, and continues to look up at the camera and smile.*
As he walks away menacingly, a shot is heard…
“Tell me… Tell me he did not just do that.” Says a voice.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Well, that's it for now.
*Snuggly immediately takes centre stage in the middle of the disease-ridden office. His smile nearly tears his face in half, as he looks downwards at a poppy that he picked from the cemetery prior to filming*
“Well, I like to do my bit for charity. That’s what it’s all about in the end.”
*He points to a small bowl atop his desk*
*His face moulds into a look of rage, and intimidation*
“PUT SOME FRICKING MONEY IN THE BOWL OR…”
*He nods at Tony, an elderly sort of man whom is holstering a double-barrelled shotgun, and the sound of pennies is heard jingling inside the bowl.*
The camera cuts, and shows a talking head of Snuggly
“Well; Special Reserve has always been a company built on customer loyalty and…
*He looks over at an Xbox pod, as a child of the age of 4 grasps the controller*
“OI, YOU DIRTY RAT. THIS IS NOT A BLOODY ARCADE, EITHER BUY SOMETHING OR GET THE HELL OUT, YOU INFESTED APE-SHI…
*A woman walking into the office attracts Snuggly’s attention
“She works here…. You see, we’re all EQUALS here at Special Reserve”
He says as he reaches for the woman’s ass.
A talking head of the woman; nicknamed Candyfloss appears:
“I need the money…”
she sighs, as Snuggly continues to kick waste paper at her.
Suddenly a muffled rumbling comes from behind a desk… Tony awakes from his sleeping bag, his eyes deeply reddened by his continuous drug abuse
“You gonna drink thaaaaat?” He screeches
*Snuggly, looking somewhat bemused looks around the office*
“wha?”
*Pointing to a patch of liquor stain on Snuggly’s trouser leg, Tony swiftly approaches*
“N…No… I’m not…”
Elsewhere in the office, a bewildered customer; a 40 year old bald-headed redneck is enquiring about the where-abouts of ‘Dead Or Alive: Extreme Beach Volleyball’, candyfloss points the disgruntled customer in the direction of Snuggly standing behind the counter.
“Where’s Volleyball?”
“erm, our suppliers have not sent out the batch yet”
“well, is it any good?” the rough jacket questions
“To be honest, friend, it’s not my sort of game”
*Tony arises from underneath the desk, slowly licking Ali's crotch*
“YOU SICK BASTAR…” *He blares as he swipes Tony’s port.*
“TELL ME HE DID NOT JUST DO THAT!” Exclaims Tony
*The customer falls to the floor, as Tony blows the top of his shotgun,*
Tony takes his place, as a talking head this time
“I hold no prejudices upon people of different sexes or races, it just seems that I have a problem with everyone in general. I don’t give a damn whether I’m facing an 8ft giant, who takes his chances at stealing my liquor, I shall always have my ninja style, hero-gun”
*Tony insists on making car noises and waving his arms about in an innovative fashion. *
*Snuggly is seated on a computer desk; and is transferring pictures of Tony’s face, onto the bodies of various animals*
“We all like to have a good laugh, here. Just go and ask Candyfloss about the gunfight incident… hilarious”
“I like to think of myself as a humourer, and rather forcing my humour I introduce it into the office, on a regular basis” He nods towards a picture of the Fonz on the wall, he has clearly drawn a pair of glasses on him His eyes become transfixed on the camera lens, and he starts to chuckle hysterically.”
*The camera focuses on Candyfloss, as she solves the puzzles of the unhappy consumer, at her computer*
“It was a gift from my grandmother, she says…” she nods at the picture of the Fonz
“He’s a díckhead” *she says, looking at Snuggly, whom is urinating out of the office window.*
“One time he thought it would be hilarious to set-up a pretend gunfight in the middle of the office; I of course did not realise, and immediately ran to the phone… slipping on Ali’s shoes and crashing my jaw onto the counter… until this day, I have problems, and jaw disorders” Blood spews from her mouth and teeth pursue
Tony is now asleep behind the counter; after he wore himself out with his car noises… Candyfloss continues with customer enquiries and complaints, while Snuggly stands facing the window; as he moves away, rude pictures of two monkeys are visible in the condensation on the window… he turns to the camera and smiles
*Snuggly is seated in a separate room; for another talking head display;*
“ My loyalty is the only thing which is my weakness when considering the career arena. Yes, I have had many career opportunities, mainly in the entertainment department. From movie roles to just small television programme hosting. I can honestly see my humour is touching my client in a deep form; they obviously want my talent to become widespread so I can touch millions.
I would help with charity causes; namely comic relief because I believe my humour will physically be affecting the lives He again looks at the poppy he stole
Whether or not, opportunities on this scale will arise, shall be determined. Until then I am tied to my business, and my business is here. Special Reserve”
*He grabs a can of ‘silly string’ and approaches Tony, the sleeping alkie*
*He sprays Tony’s face with the green substance, and continues to look up at the camera and smile.*
As he walks away menacingly, a shot is heard…
“Tell me… Tell me he did not just do that.” Says a voice.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Well, that's it for now.
Phucked, you sicko!
crotch licking alkies are WRONNNNNGGGGGGG
*slap*
Did you know you can't say "phu©k" on SR?
crotch licking alkies are WRONNNNNGGGGGGG
*slap*
Did you know you can't say "phu©k" on SR?
Somebody tell him. I can't bare to.
*The camera zooms onto a colossal building of unprecedented architecture, and craftsmanship, it stops, and then goes downwards to a tiny shack with the words ‘Specail Rerseve’ scribbled on with crayola washables*
*Snuggly immediately takes centre stage in the middle of the disease-ridden office. His smile nearly tears his face in half, as he looks downwards at a poppy that he picked from the cemetery prior to filming*
“Well, I like to do my bit for charity. That’s what it’s all about in the end.”
*He points to a small bowl atop his desk*
*His face moulds into a look of rage, and intimidation*
“PUT SOME FRICKING MONEY IN THE BOWL OR…”
*He nods at Tony, an elderly sort of man whom is holstering a double-barrelled shotgun, and the sound of pennies is heard jingling inside the bowl.*
The camera cuts, and shows a talking head of Snuggly
“Well; Special Reserve has always been a company built on customer loyalty and…
*He looks over at an Xbox pod, as a child of the age of 4 grasps the controller*
“OI, YOU DIRTY RAT. THIS IS NOT A BLOODY ARCADE, EITHER BUY SOMETHING OR GET THE HELL OUT, YOU INFESTED APE-SHI…
*A woman walking into the office attracts Snuggly’s attention
“She works here…. You see, we’re all EQUALS here at Special Reserve”
He says as he reaches for the woman’s ass.
A talking head of the woman; nicknamed Candyfloss appears:
“I need the money…”
she sighs, as Snuggly continues to kick waste paper at her.
Suddenly a muffled rumbling comes from behind a desk… Tony awakes from his sleeping bag, his eyes deeply reddened by his continuous drug abuse
“You gonna drink thaaaaat?” He screeches
*Snuggly, looking somewhat bemused looks around the office*
“wha?”
*Pointing to a patch of liquor stain on Snuggly’s trouser leg, Tony swiftly approaches*
“N…No… I’m not…”
Elsewhere in the office, a bewildered customer; a 40 year old bald-headed redneck is enquiring about the where-abouts of ‘Dead Or Alive: Extreme Beach Volleyball’, candyfloss points the disgruntled customer in the direction of Snuggly standing behind the counter.
“Where’s Volleyball?”
“erm, our suppliers have not sent out the batch yet”
“well, is it any good?” the rough jacket questions
“To be honest, friend, it’s not my sort of game”
*Tony arises from underneath the desk, slowly licking Ali's crotch*
“YOU SICK BASTAR…” *He blares as he swipes Tony’s port.*
“TELL ME HE DID NOT JUST DO THAT!” Exclaims Tony
*The customer falls to the floor, as Tony blows the top of his shotgun,*
Tony takes his place, as a talking head this time
“I hold no prejudices upon people of different sexes or races, it just seems that I have a problem with everyone in general. I don’t give a damn whether I’m facing an 8ft giant, who takes his chances at stealing my liquor, I shall always have my ninja style, hero-gun”
*Tony insists on making car noises and waving his arms about in an innovative fashion. *
*Snuggly is seated on a computer desk; and is transferring pictures of Tony’s face, onto the bodies of various animals*
“We all like to have a good laugh, here. Just go and ask Candyfloss about the gunfight incident… hilarious”
“I like to think of myself as a humourer, and rather forcing my humour I introduce it into the office, on a regular basis” He nods towards a picture of the Fonz on the wall, he has clearly drawn a pair of glasses on him His eyes become transfixed on the camera lens, and he starts to chuckle hysterically.”
*The camera focuses on Candyfloss, as she solves the puzzles of the unhappy consumer, at her computer*
“It was a gift from my grandmother, she says…” she nods at the picture of the Fonz
“He’s a díckhead” *she says, looking at Snuggly, whom is urinating out of the office window.*
“One time he thought it would be hilarious to set-up a pretend gunfight in the middle of the office; I of course did not realise, and immediately ran to the phone… slipping on Ali’s shoes and crashing my jaw onto the counter… until this day, I have problems, and jaw disorders” Blood spews from her mouth and teeth pursue
Tony is now asleep behind the counter; after he wore himself out with his car noises… Candyfloss continues with customer enquiries and complaints, while Snuggly stands facing the window; as he moves away, rude pictures of two monkeys are visible in the condensation on the window… he turns to the camera and smiles
*Snuggly is seated in a separate room; for another talking head display;*
“ My loyalty is the only thing which is my weakness when considering the career arena. Yes, I have had many career opportunities, mainly in the entertainment department. From movie roles to just small television programme hosting. I can honestly see my humour is touching my client in a deep form; they obviously want my talent to become widespread so I can touch millions.
I would help with charity causes; namely comic relief because I believe my humour will physically be affecting the lives He again looks at the poppy he stole
Whether or not, opportunities on this scale will arise, shall be determined. Until then I am tied to my business, and my business is here. Special Reserve”
*He grabs a can of ‘silly string’ and approaches Tony, the sleeping alkie*
*He sprays Tony’s face with the green substance, and continues to look up at the camera and smile.*
As he walks away menacingly, a shot is heard…
“Tell me… Tell me he did not just do that.” Says a voice.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Well, that's it for now.
*Snuggly immediately takes centre stage in the middle of the disease-ridden office. His smile nearly tears his face in half, as he looks downwards at a poppy that he picked from the cemetery prior to filming*
“Well, I like to do my bit for charity. That’s what it’s all about in the end.”
*He points to a small bowl atop his desk*
*His face moulds into a look of rage, and intimidation*
“PUT SOME FRICKING MONEY IN THE BOWL OR…”
*He nods at Tony, an elderly sort of man whom is holstering a double-barrelled shotgun, and the sound of pennies is heard jingling inside the bowl.*
The camera cuts, and shows a talking head of Snuggly
“Well; Special Reserve has always been a company built on customer loyalty and…
*He looks over at an Xbox pod, as a child of the age of 4 grasps the controller*
“OI, YOU DIRTY RAT. THIS IS NOT A BLOODY ARCADE, EITHER BUY SOMETHING OR GET THE HELL OUT, YOU INFESTED APE-SHI…
*A woman walking into the office attracts Snuggly’s attention
“She works here…. You see, we’re all EQUALS here at Special Reserve”
He says as he reaches for the woman’s ass.
A talking head of the woman; nicknamed Candyfloss appears:
“I need the money…”
she sighs, as Snuggly continues to kick waste paper at her.
Suddenly a muffled rumbling comes from behind a desk… Tony awakes from his sleeping bag, his eyes deeply reddened by his continuous drug abuse
“You gonna drink thaaaaat?” He screeches
*Snuggly, looking somewhat bemused looks around the office*
“wha?”
*Pointing to a patch of liquor stain on Snuggly’s trouser leg, Tony swiftly approaches*
“N…No… I’m not…”
Elsewhere in the office, a bewildered customer; a 40 year old bald-headed redneck is enquiring about the where-abouts of ‘Dead Or Alive: Extreme Beach Volleyball’, candyfloss points the disgruntled customer in the direction of Snuggly standing behind the counter.
“Where’s Volleyball?”
“erm, our suppliers have not sent out the batch yet”
“well, is it any good?” the rough jacket questions
“To be honest, friend, it’s not my sort of game”
*Tony arises from underneath the desk, slowly licking Ali's crotch*
“YOU SICK BASTAR…” *He blares as he swipes Tony’s port.*
“TELL ME HE DID NOT JUST DO THAT!” Exclaims Tony
*The customer falls to the floor, as Tony blows the top of his shotgun,*
Tony takes his place, as a talking head this time
“I hold no prejudices upon people of different sexes or races, it just seems that I have a problem with everyone in general. I don’t give a damn whether I’m facing an 8ft giant, who takes his chances at stealing my liquor, I shall always have my ninja style, hero-gun”
*Tony insists on making car noises and waving his arms about in an innovative fashion. *
*Snuggly is seated on a computer desk; and is transferring pictures of Tony’s face, onto the bodies of various animals*
“We all like to have a good laugh, here. Just go and ask Candyfloss about the gunfight incident… hilarious”
“I like to think of myself as a humourer, and rather forcing my humour I introduce it into the office, on a regular basis” He nods towards a picture of the Fonz on the wall, he has clearly drawn a pair of glasses on him His eyes become transfixed on the camera lens, and he starts to chuckle hysterically.”
*The camera focuses on Candyfloss, as she solves the puzzles of the unhappy consumer, at her computer*
“It was a gift from my grandmother, she says…” she nods at the picture of the Fonz
“He’s a díckhead” *she says, looking at Snuggly, whom is urinating out of the office window.*
“One time he thought it would be hilarious to set-up a pretend gunfight in the middle of the office; I of course did not realise, and immediately ran to the phone… slipping on Ali’s shoes and crashing my jaw onto the counter… until this day, I have problems, and jaw disorders” Blood spews from her mouth and teeth pursue
Tony is now asleep behind the counter; after he wore himself out with his car noises… Candyfloss continues with customer enquiries and complaints, while Snuggly stands facing the window; as he moves away, rude pictures of two monkeys are visible in the condensation on the window… he turns to the camera and smiles
*Snuggly is seated in a separate room; for another talking head display;*
“ My loyalty is the only thing which is my weakness when considering the career arena. Yes, I have had many career opportunities, mainly in the entertainment department. From movie roles to just small television programme hosting. I can honestly see my humour is touching my client in a deep form; they obviously want my talent to become widespread so I can touch millions.
I would help with charity causes; namely comic relief because I believe my humour will physically be affecting the lives He again looks at the poppy he stole
Whether or not, opportunities on this scale will arise, shall be determined. Until then I am tied to my business, and my business is here. Special Reserve”
*He grabs a can of ‘silly string’ and approaches Tony, the sleeping alkie*
*He sprays Tony’s face with the green substance, and continues to look up at the camera and smile.*
As he walks away menacingly, a shot is heard…
“Tell me… Tell me he did not just do that.” Says a voice.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Well, that's it for now.