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Sheepy needs new razor blades for his ever growing amazon style facial hair.
He wonders past the woman aisle and into the small man section where a selection of blades are on display. He spots what he thinks is his razor compatable type. But what's this? No blades but a card with the product and number displayed
" Please take this to cash desk, where cashier will dispense product "
Sheepy walks to cash desk and places card infront of cashier
Cashier looks at Sheepy
Sheepy looks at card
Cashier: whatyawantit?
Sheepy: ... Guess
Cashier: Whit
Sheepy: Razor blades
Cashier: ovar thur
Sheepy: What? No the card says...
Cashier: awrite... how many dae ye want
Sheepy: one please
Cashier: Naw blades
Sheepy: Erm 4
Cashier: 8?
Sheepy: No
Cashier: 16?
Sheepy: FOOOOOURR
Cashier: Awtite thatillbe be £3.76 plaaase
Sick in the mind
I think I might shave with my new blades, I'm quite excited.
> Excellent. They're nice and juicy when they're young.
The nursery school isn't like a meat market, you know. You can't just pick and choose as you please. It takes effort. Impersonation.
> And did it taste nice?
Yeah, i saved the eyeballs for you.
> BEARDS. wrote:
> That's what you get for living in Scotland.
>
> On saturday an immature Deer ran in front of our car on the motorway,
> its a fair trade off.
And did it taste nice?
> That's what you get for living in Scotland.
On saturday an immature Deer ran in front of our car on the motorway, its a fair trade off.