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This is based upon the film Deep Blue sea (Now you realise that, the title makes more sense, eh? :D) Anyway, enjoy. :D
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13:56 11th December 2002- Somewhere inside SR HQ
Tony: Lads, and Schroeder, gather round. What I am about to tell you will be hard to come to terms with. It will keep you awake at night, you will shiver uncontrollably and you won't be able to go on the Internet for weeks. *They* have been feeding the Newbies brain juice.
Snuggly: Oh God no! Why would anyone do that?
Loki: Maybe someone actually heard our prayers.
Tony: Oy! I said no prayers in the Building.
Loki: Sorry.
Tony: Anyway, these highly intelligent Newbies, now referred to as EinsteiN00bs, are a hazard to the very existence of SR. I have gathered a few regulars from the Forums to go and tackle the problem. I have also allocated them a Notable, Ant to be precise. Now, I want to you to protect the Forums from an attack. Guard every forum, block every user that so much as makes more than one topic per week and for God's sake do something about the Chat Stats.
Staffies: Yes sir!
Tony: I have to go and meet the regulars. Snuggly, you're in charge!
Snuggly: Har-Har Loki! Tony picked *me*!
Loki: *Sniff*
*Later, that day.*
Tony: Regulars, fall in. Oh, and Ant.
Ant: I'm special.
Tony: Yes, we know. Now, I expect you took take good care of the regulars
Ant: Sure, they’ll be in capable hands
Tony: Yes… Anyway, Dognuts…
Ant: Har-har. Dognuts.
Tony: Er, I meant to do that. Well, erm Doughnut Monster's about to go and check up on the EinsteiN00bs. There, look on Monitor 3, he's going in.
DM: Lousy job. Always choosing the Doughnut Monster. Yeah, let's pick him. I bet he doesn't have anything interesting to do. *sniff* Ah, crap, here they come.
Bono is God: This site sucks! I'm going to kill myself!
DM: well, at least he learnt to fend for himself then *snigger*
Bono: Yes, I'm a happy-happy chappie now that I have a brain!
DM: Heh, you and a brain really don't suit each other. Right, you seem to be OK, well, as OK as you'll ever be anyway…
Bono: Fingers in your nose, fingers in your nose! WOOO!
DM: Dear God, what have they done?
*Back at SR HQ*
Tony: They can sing? THEY CAN SING? Who gave them the ability to sing?!
DW: err… that would be me…
Tony: And you want to be staff? Pah. What staffie makes the Newbies sing?
BEARDS.: Er… they sing about my non-existent beard.
Tony: Yes, well, you're a newbie too, a staff newbie, but a Newbie nonetheless! *laughs*
BEARDS.: one day you'll regret laughing at me!
Tony: Hah, right, back to the subject. Who's betting on Loki in the staff Chair-racing tourny this afternoon?
Loki: I'm gonna win, hang on, that's not what we were talking about…
Tony: Yes, well, umm… back to the REAL subject. Now, we know that the N00bies can sing, which isn't good, but how can we combat that?
Snuggly: We can sing back at them!
Loki: You obviously weren't at last year's karaoke contest.
Snuggly: yeah, about that. She forced me into going back to my flat…
Loki: Heh-eh.
Tony: I'll deal with you later Ali. For now though, I suggest we stay inside and hope that the storm passes.
Snuggly: That'll teach you for using Fabricated buildings…
Tony: Yes, but still, I saved enough money for my eighth car, so I'm not complaining…
*Suddenly, the roof was torn off. The staffies, Ant and the chosen Reg's ran for the door*
Snuggly: Yeah, nice one Tony, using cardboard for the doors…
Tony: Well, there was no wood here at all, so I improvised. I've been meaning to change them though….
*closes door*
Loki: From looking at these blueprints, there seems to be a basement below the building.
Tony: Yeah, it's where I park my cars.
Loki: Right, if we head over there, and climb down that shaft, we will be able to find shelter.
Tony: Ok, you heard him. Go!
*They ran for the shaft, and one-by-one, they reached the basement"
Tony: Phew, that was close.
Loki: yeah, we could have been killed!
Tony: No, I just managed to close the garage door, so at least my Cars are safe…
Loki: Oh yeah, company policy #1: Cars before employees.
Tony: Heh, that was always the best policy.
Ant: Right, who wants to play charades?
Tony: This is hardly the time for charades!
Loki: umm… how about we just think of a way to stop the Newbies, and to try and think of who would actually do this in the first place.
Schroeder: Yeah, I like that idea.
Loki: Right, first things first, who has a secret Laboratory, thinks the newbies should get even and detests us regulars?
Tony: Umm… Shaneo!
Ant: Get 'im!
*Everyone jumps on Tony*
Tony: Oy, gerrof, I'm not Shaneo! No, I was saying that it was probably Shaneo who gave the Newbies brain enhancers.
Ant: ohhh…
Tony: Yes, oh. Hmm… the storm is still raging on.
*They looked around the room. Schroeder spotted some crates in the corner of the room, that looked out of place*
Schroeder: hey look, those crates look out of place!
Tony: Hmm… they've always been there, ever since we built SR towers.
*everyone walks over and investigates*
BEARDS.: Hmmm seems like there's only games and spandex shorts here. Why would anyone want spandex shorts?
Tony: erm, well, best leave that one alone, eh? Hang on.
*pushes back boxes*
Tony: My word, there's a secret passageway!
Loki: It's not on the blueprints. Hmmm.. fairly suspect.
*They proceed to open the hatch and walk down the passageway*
Tony: wow, it's dark.
BEARDS.: Good job I chose the FIFA torch as my free gift! Oh, there's light up ahead!
*As they walk round the corner, a deranged man turns round and looks at them*
Ant: Heh, it's Mrs. Doubtfire!
Tony: No, far worse. It's Shaneo!
*Lightning strikes outside, faint moans of a cat are heard, and Snuggly farts*
Snuggly: Damn that burrito!
Ant: Wooh… stinky!
Shaneo: Hah! Yes, it is I, Shaneo.
Tony: Ant, don't you have anything to say?
Ant: No.
*Nudges Ant in the ribs*
Ant: ohhh…. Get 'im!
*As they were about to jump on Shaneo, a figure appeared from behind the curtain on the wall*
Skarra: Aha… it is me, Skarra. Meet your impending doom…
Ant: Yes, where is he? Last time I saw your impending doom, was way back aboard that train…
Tony: No, Ant, he's talking about your death. Our death. He's going to kill us.
Ant: Oh… I wish there was something we could do, but he's too powerful.
Shaneo: Yes, he has a brain, and nothing can stop him! HAHAHA!
Ant: Hang on, I just thought…
Loki: What?
Ant: GET 'IM!
*everyone piles onto Skarra, who has now been crushed by the force of the combined weight of the Staffies, Ant and the regulars*
Tony: Well, that's, um, one down. Only Bono left now.
Shaneo: No, you're wrong. There's many, many more! AHAHAH!
Tony: How many more?
Shaneo: Well, er, only two actually.
Darkus: Always one to cheat, was Shaneo.
Everyone: Darkus!
Darkus: Yeah, sorry I'm late. I was doing all the work the News monkey should have done yesterday, had he been in… *nudges Snuggly*
Snuggly: Er… It wasn't my fault! It was the tequila! Honest!
Darkus: I'll get you later. For now, I think we had better stick togeth…
*suddenly, Jin-bur-whatshisface jumps out from the hole in the floor and grabs Darkus around the waist. He is instantly snapped in two. His legs run around the room like a headless chicken possessed and his head falls onto the floor*
Darkus: wahey, I can still speak!
Tony: yes, and it's a good job I researched into cryogenics too. Heh, and you laughed when I created www.ukcryogenics.com! And now look who needs it the most!
Darkus: yeah… about that, we were, er, only joking….
Tony: Fine. Well, I suppose I had best get you cryogenically preserved and start on my new website.
Darkus: What's that?
Tony: www.ukrobotbodiesforheads.com
Darkus: Heh, cool.
*Hours later*
Loki: Yeah, we kicked Shaneo's butt once and for all!
DW: Yes, and I learnt how to play Hopskotch!
Ant: And I taught him!
Snuggly: and I farted several times and baked some cookies!
Loki: Indeed, well done everyone!
BEARDS.: Yes, but it doesn't mount up to what I did.
Loki: what's that?
BEARDS.: Found a way out of here…
Loki: You did? Well, where is it?
BEARDS.: Right under your nose, er, I mean, buttocks
*Loki stands up*
Loki: But that's just a grate, how are we going to escape through there?
BEARDS.: Have you seen the size of it though? We would be able to get through there easily.
Loki: But where does it lead?
BEARDS.: Hmmm… judging by the smell, I say, er, further down.
Loki: But we need to be going up!
*suddenly, the garage door is blown open, and all of Tony's cars are blown outside. Everyone is getting dragged out, when they decide to go through the newly-found grate*
Loki: Right, let's go through the newly-found grate!
BEARDS.: Why do we keep repeating everything the Narrator says?
Loki: Who cares, let's just go!
*Everyone pushes towards the grate. DW was about to climb down through the grate when he tripped*
DW: Go on…without….me!
Ant: Hey, suits us fine!
DW: I was…..Joking, Bas….
*The increasing wind sucks him out of the basement, landing on power cables*
DW: Son of a….
Loki: Wahey! Kentucky fried DW!
Ant: Bagsy I get the leg!
BEARDS.: Sssh you, anyway, let's press on. Keep alert, there's still two newbies around.
Tony: Right, Darkus is in the Cryogenic freezing chamber, um, where's DW?
BEARDS.: Let's just say he, er, got fried.
Tony: Shame, I was about to make him a staffie too, I knew how much he wanted it…
DW: I'm….. still….. alive…..
*Tony turns around and shoots him in the head*
Tony: Heh, oh I'm sorry!
DW: Can't….kill….me!
Loki: Right, I can't be arised with this, let's just leave him there…
*They walk of down the tunnel, and Ant closes the grate behind them*
Ant: I closed the grate behind us!
BEARDS.: See! We always repeat what the Narrator says!
Ant: umm… sorry?
Tony: Never mind that now, we have more important issues…
BEARDS.: What possibly could be more important than repeating what the Narrator says?
Tony: Er… how about the Newbie heading straight for us?
BEARDS.: Yes, that'll do. Umm…. RUUUUUUN!
*Everyone turns around, and run back towards the grate, apart from Tony and Schroeder*
*Suddenly, Link to the Past attacks Schroeder, and swallows her whole*
Tony: *Opens lighter* You ate my Bird! *Throws lighter into LTTP*
Tony: Oh damn, gas. Ummm… SNUGGLY!
Snuggly: Yes?
Tony: Aim a stinker at his face!
Snuggly: Gladly! *Farts*
BOOOOOOM!
*LTTP is blown into shreds instantly, while Tony dives for cover, and snuggly runs off with his butt smoking*
Snuggly: Ow, ow, it burns!
Tony: It also smells! PHROAR! Right, one left. Let's head on.
*Eventually, they find a ladder to the surface. The storm has died down, and the sky is clear*
BEARDS.: Eventually, we found a ladder to the surface! What? I'm doing it now!
Loki: Har har!
BEARDS.: Shh, now, let's climb up to the surface.
*They climb the ladder, and finally reach the top*
Gerrid: We finally reached the surface!
Ant: Oh, nice of you to appear!
Gerrid: I was here the whole time, I was just classed under 'Regulars'.
WS: As was I.
Rickoss: And I.
Maverick: And I!
Ant: We get the picture. Now, where were we?
Loki: HOLY SH…. *Points*
Tony: Quick! Bono's getting away! If he escapes, the world will be overrun by intelligent newbies!
Ant: Somebody think of the Children!
BEARDS.: Nah, let's just kill him instead. Umm… any ideas?
Ant: er, GET 'IM!
Tony: Pish, done that before. Umm… *thinks*
Gerrid: To the Wenchmobile!
Tony: No, we need something good, something amazing!
Gerrid: if we don't stop pootling, he'll get away!
Tony: Ah, here we go. Pass me a pair of pliers, a scalpel, and some tweezers!
Loki: What are you going to do?
Tony: Nothing, I just wanted to see what I would sound like if I were a surgeon!
BEARDS.: If you want something done, do it yourself! *Pulls out rocket launcher and fires. It hits Bono in the face, and he casually explodes*
Tony: Well, we did it, with minimal loss too!
Loki: Err… Your cars we destroyed in the storm…
Tony: WHAT? I'll kill you! I'll kill you all!
But that's another spoof…. ;)
Thanks for reading
Microchips
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13:56 11th December 2002- Somewhere inside SR HQ
Tony: Lads, and Schroeder, gather round. What I am about to tell you will be hard to come to terms with. It will keep you awake at night, you will shiver uncontrollably and you won't be able to go on the Internet for weeks. *They* have been feeding the Newbies brain juice.
Snuggly: Oh God no! Why would anyone do that?
Loki: Maybe someone actually heard our prayers.
Tony: Oy! I said no prayers in the Building.
Loki: Sorry.
Tony: Anyway, these highly intelligent Newbies, now referred to as EinsteiN00bs, are a hazard to the very existence of SR. I have gathered a few regulars from the Forums to go and tackle the problem. I have also allocated them a Notable, Ant to be precise. Now, I want to you to protect the Forums from an attack. Guard every forum, block every user that so much as makes more than one topic per week and for God's sake do something about the Chat Stats.
Staffies: Yes sir!
Tony: I have to go and meet the regulars. Snuggly, you're in charge!
Snuggly: Har-Har Loki! Tony picked *me*!
Loki: *Sniff*
*Later, that day.*
Tony: Regulars, fall in. Oh, and Ant.
Ant: I'm special.
Tony: Yes, we know. Now, I expect you took take good care of the regulars
Ant: Sure, they’ll be in capable hands
Tony: Yes… Anyway, Dognuts…
Ant: Har-har. Dognuts.
Tony: Er, I meant to do that. Well, erm Doughnut Monster's about to go and check up on the EinsteiN00bs. There, look on Monitor 3, he's going in.
DM: Lousy job. Always choosing the Doughnut Monster. Yeah, let's pick him. I bet he doesn't have anything interesting to do. *sniff* Ah, crap, here they come.
Bono is God: This site sucks! I'm going to kill myself!
DM: well, at least he learnt to fend for himself then *snigger*
Bono: Yes, I'm a happy-happy chappie now that I have a brain!
DM: Heh, you and a brain really don't suit each other. Right, you seem to be OK, well, as OK as you'll ever be anyway…
Bono: Fingers in your nose, fingers in your nose! WOOO!
DM: Dear God, what have they done?
*Back at SR HQ*
Tony: They can sing? THEY CAN SING? Who gave them the ability to sing?!
DW: err… that would be me…
Tony: And you want to be staff? Pah. What staffie makes the Newbies sing?
BEARDS.: Er… they sing about my non-existent beard.
Tony: Yes, well, you're a newbie too, a staff newbie, but a Newbie nonetheless! *laughs*
BEARDS.: one day you'll regret laughing at me!
Tony: Hah, right, back to the subject. Who's betting on Loki in the staff Chair-racing tourny this afternoon?
Loki: I'm gonna win, hang on, that's not what we were talking about…
Tony: Yes, well, umm… back to the REAL subject. Now, we know that the N00bies can sing, which isn't good, but how can we combat that?
Snuggly: We can sing back at them!
Loki: You obviously weren't at last year's karaoke contest.
Snuggly: yeah, about that. She forced me into going back to my flat…
Loki: Heh-eh.
Tony: I'll deal with you later Ali. For now though, I suggest we stay inside and hope that the storm passes.
Snuggly: That'll teach you for using Fabricated buildings…
Tony: Yes, but still, I saved enough money for my eighth car, so I'm not complaining…
*Suddenly, the roof was torn off. The staffies, Ant and the chosen Reg's ran for the door*
Snuggly: Yeah, nice one Tony, using cardboard for the doors…
Tony: Well, there was no wood here at all, so I improvised. I've been meaning to change them though….
*closes door*
Loki: From looking at these blueprints, there seems to be a basement below the building.
Tony: Yeah, it's where I park my cars.
Loki: Right, if we head over there, and climb down that shaft, we will be able to find shelter.
Tony: Ok, you heard him. Go!
*They ran for the shaft, and one-by-one, they reached the basement"
Tony: Phew, that was close.
Loki: yeah, we could have been killed!
Tony: No, I just managed to close the garage door, so at least my Cars are safe…
Loki: Oh yeah, company policy #1: Cars before employees.
Tony: Heh, that was always the best policy.
Ant: Right, who wants to play charades?
Tony: This is hardly the time for charades!
Loki: umm… how about we just think of a way to stop the Newbies, and to try and think of who would actually do this in the first place.
Schroeder: Yeah, I like that idea.
Loki: Right, first things first, who has a secret Laboratory, thinks the newbies should get even and detests us regulars?
Tony: Umm… Shaneo!
Ant: Get 'im!
*Everyone jumps on Tony*
Tony: Oy, gerrof, I'm not Shaneo! No, I was saying that it was probably Shaneo who gave the Newbies brain enhancers.
Ant: ohhh…
Tony: Yes, oh. Hmm… the storm is still raging on.
*They looked around the room. Schroeder spotted some crates in the corner of the room, that looked out of place*
Schroeder: hey look, those crates look out of place!
Tony: Hmm… they've always been there, ever since we built SR towers.
*everyone walks over and investigates*
BEARDS.: Hmmm seems like there's only games and spandex shorts here. Why would anyone want spandex shorts?
Tony: erm, well, best leave that one alone, eh? Hang on.
*pushes back boxes*
Tony: My word, there's a secret passageway!
Loki: It's not on the blueprints. Hmmm.. fairly suspect.
*They proceed to open the hatch and walk down the passageway*
Tony: wow, it's dark.
BEARDS.: Good job I chose the FIFA torch as my free gift! Oh, there's light up ahead!
*As they walk round the corner, a deranged man turns round and looks at them*
Ant: Heh, it's Mrs. Doubtfire!
Tony: No, far worse. It's Shaneo!
*Lightning strikes outside, faint moans of a cat are heard, and Snuggly farts*
Snuggly: Damn that burrito!
Ant: Wooh… stinky!
Shaneo: Hah! Yes, it is I, Shaneo.
Tony: Ant, don't you have anything to say?
Ant: No.
*Nudges Ant in the ribs*
Ant: ohhh…. Get 'im!
*As they were about to jump on Shaneo, a figure appeared from behind the curtain on the wall*
Skarra: Aha… it is me, Skarra. Meet your impending doom…
Ant: Yes, where is he? Last time I saw your impending doom, was way back aboard that train…
Tony: No, Ant, he's talking about your death. Our death. He's going to kill us.
Ant: Oh… I wish there was something we could do, but he's too powerful.
Shaneo: Yes, he has a brain, and nothing can stop him! HAHAHA!
Ant: Hang on, I just thought…
Loki: What?
Ant: GET 'IM!
*everyone piles onto Skarra, who has now been crushed by the force of the combined weight of the Staffies, Ant and the regulars*
Tony: Well, that's, um, one down. Only Bono left now.
Shaneo: No, you're wrong. There's many, many more! AHAHAH!
Tony: How many more?
Shaneo: Well, er, only two actually.
Darkus: Always one to cheat, was Shaneo.
Everyone: Darkus!
Darkus: Yeah, sorry I'm late. I was doing all the work the News monkey should have done yesterday, had he been in… *nudges Snuggly*
Snuggly: Er… It wasn't my fault! It was the tequila! Honest!
Darkus: I'll get you later. For now, I think we had better stick togeth…
*suddenly, Jin-bur-whatshisface jumps out from the hole in the floor and grabs Darkus around the waist. He is instantly snapped in two. His legs run around the room like a headless chicken possessed and his head falls onto the floor*
Darkus: wahey, I can still speak!
Tony: yes, and it's a good job I researched into cryogenics too. Heh, and you laughed when I created www.ukcryogenics.com! And now look who needs it the most!
Darkus: yeah… about that, we were, er, only joking….
Tony: Fine. Well, I suppose I had best get you cryogenically preserved and start on my new website.
Darkus: What's that?
Tony: www.ukrobotbodiesforheads.com
Darkus: Heh, cool.
*Hours later*
Loki: Yeah, we kicked Shaneo's butt once and for all!
DW: Yes, and I learnt how to play Hopskotch!
Ant: And I taught him!
Snuggly: and I farted several times and baked some cookies!
Loki: Indeed, well done everyone!
BEARDS.: Yes, but it doesn't mount up to what I did.
Loki: what's that?
BEARDS.: Found a way out of here…
Loki: You did? Well, where is it?
BEARDS.: Right under your nose, er, I mean, buttocks
*Loki stands up*
Loki: But that's just a grate, how are we going to escape through there?
BEARDS.: Have you seen the size of it though? We would be able to get through there easily.
Loki: But where does it lead?
BEARDS.: Hmmm… judging by the smell, I say, er, further down.
Loki: But we need to be going up!
*suddenly, the garage door is blown open, and all of Tony's cars are blown outside. Everyone is getting dragged out, when they decide to go through the newly-found grate*
Loki: Right, let's go through the newly-found grate!
BEARDS.: Why do we keep repeating everything the Narrator says?
Loki: Who cares, let's just go!
*Everyone pushes towards the grate. DW was about to climb down through the grate when he tripped*
DW: Go on…without….me!
Ant: Hey, suits us fine!
DW: I was…..Joking, Bas….
*The increasing wind sucks him out of the basement, landing on power cables*
DW: Son of a….
Loki: Wahey! Kentucky fried DW!
Ant: Bagsy I get the leg!
BEARDS.: Sssh you, anyway, let's press on. Keep alert, there's still two newbies around.
Tony: Right, Darkus is in the Cryogenic freezing chamber, um, where's DW?
BEARDS.: Let's just say he, er, got fried.
Tony: Shame, I was about to make him a staffie too, I knew how much he wanted it…
DW: I'm….. still….. alive…..
*Tony turns around and shoots him in the head*
Tony: Heh, oh I'm sorry!
DW: Can't….kill….me!
Loki: Right, I can't be arised with this, let's just leave him there…
*They walk of down the tunnel, and Ant closes the grate behind them*
Ant: I closed the grate behind us!
BEARDS.: See! We always repeat what the Narrator says!
Ant: umm… sorry?
Tony: Never mind that now, we have more important issues…
BEARDS.: What possibly could be more important than repeating what the Narrator says?
Tony: Er… how about the Newbie heading straight for us?
BEARDS.: Yes, that'll do. Umm…. RUUUUUUN!
*Everyone turns around, and run back towards the grate, apart from Tony and Schroeder*
*Suddenly, Link to the Past attacks Schroeder, and swallows her whole*
Tony: *Opens lighter* You ate my Bird! *Throws lighter into LTTP*
Tony: Oh damn, gas. Ummm… SNUGGLY!
Snuggly: Yes?
Tony: Aim a stinker at his face!
Snuggly: Gladly! *Farts*
BOOOOOOM!
*LTTP is blown into shreds instantly, while Tony dives for cover, and snuggly runs off with his butt smoking*
Snuggly: Ow, ow, it burns!
Tony: It also smells! PHROAR! Right, one left. Let's head on.
*Eventually, they find a ladder to the surface. The storm has died down, and the sky is clear*
BEARDS.: Eventually, we found a ladder to the surface! What? I'm doing it now!
Loki: Har har!
BEARDS.: Shh, now, let's climb up to the surface.
*They climb the ladder, and finally reach the top*
Gerrid: We finally reached the surface!
Ant: Oh, nice of you to appear!
Gerrid: I was here the whole time, I was just classed under 'Regulars'.
WS: As was I.
Rickoss: And I.
Maverick: And I!
Ant: We get the picture. Now, where were we?
Loki: HOLY SH…. *Points*
Tony: Quick! Bono's getting away! If he escapes, the world will be overrun by intelligent newbies!
Ant: Somebody think of the Children!
BEARDS.: Nah, let's just kill him instead. Umm… any ideas?
Ant: er, GET 'IM!
Tony: Pish, done that before. Umm… *thinks*
Gerrid: To the Wenchmobile!
Tony: No, we need something good, something amazing!
Gerrid: if we don't stop pootling, he'll get away!
Tony: Ah, here we go. Pass me a pair of pliers, a scalpel, and some tweezers!
Loki: What are you going to do?
Tony: Nothing, I just wanted to see what I would sound like if I were a surgeon!
BEARDS.: If you want something done, do it yourself! *Pulls out rocket launcher and fires. It hits Bono in the face, and he casually explodes*
Tony: Well, we did it, with minimal loss too!
Loki: Err… Your cars we destroyed in the storm…
Tony: WHAT? I'll kill you! I'll kill you all!
But that's another spoof…. ;)
Thanks for reading
Microchips
Page:
Congrats :-)
Thanks very much SR, and thanks for the replies! :D
Excellent.
:-)
:-)
Well done Chips ;-)
BEARDS. wrote:
> Lies. If you want something done, you clearly have too high
> expectations.
Take note kids, that's how you live your life!
> Lies. If you want something done, you clearly have too high
> expectations.
Take note kids, that's how you live your life!
Microchips wrote:
> BEARDS.: If you want something done, do it yourself!
Lies. If you want something done, you clearly have too high expectations.
> BEARDS.: If you want something done, do it yourself!
Lies. If you want something done, you clearly have too high expectations.
Thanks, shame I didn't post it today in the Spoof off, eh?
Oh well, such is life.
:)
Oh well, such is life.
:)
Mystique wrote:
> Microchips wrote:
> Cheers. :D
>
> And no Myst, you're not. If you remember last time, i'll think
> you'll
> be pleased. :D Hairy armpits ring any bells?
>
> *****
>
> Good point.
>
>
> Milf Hunter wrote
> Mystique wrote:
> Milf Hunter...*Chuckles*
>
> Whats so funny?
> ****
> Oh nothing..
Milf hunter is a porno website where this bloke goes around and... doesn't matter.
> Microchips wrote:
> Cheers. :D
>
> And no Myst, you're not. If you remember last time, i'll think
> you'll
> be pleased. :D Hairy armpits ring any bells?
>
> *****
>
> Good point.
>
>
> Milf Hunter wrote
> Mystique wrote:
> Milf Hunter...*Chuckles*
>
> Whats so funny?
> ****
> Oh nothing..
Milf hunter is a porno website where this bloke goes around and... doesn't matter.
POP!
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