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BEWARE: NOT ENOUGH GTA3 CAN GIVE YOU "GTA3 WITHDRAWAL SYMPTOMS"
Last night when i was playing on GTA3 having fun and was happy and content with a huge grin on my face. Every time i flew through the air in a car or squished a pedestrian walking down the street made me laugh and i was addicted.
At about 3 o'clock in the morning after my chants of "YEEAAHH" and "GIMME YOUR CAR" or just the basic "HAHAHA" after every Chatterbox comment and raise of my kill count im sure the neibourhood wasnt asleep.
And so my mum came down and told me to go to bed. It would have been hard to tell what my expression was because after about 12 solid hours of GTA3 and at about 3 in the morning im sure it would have been a scary sight anyway.
The next words out of my mums mouth did actually put an expression on my face which was kinda one of those "NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO" faces along with the twitching eye and dark bags under my eyes complete with the static hair style. They were " no more GTA3 for a week ".
I went to bed dreaming of playing on it and couldnt bare the thought of not being able to play on it.
In the morning i woke with a critical condition called GTA3 Withdrawal Symptoms.
I got dressed complete with my black leather jacket and green combats and trainers.
My eyes were glazed over and i had a little evil grin upon my face.
I got my dads car keys and left the house. I saw the car and quickly ran in and started the engine. I put my foot down and accelorated down the path carefully trying to hit as many people and wreck as many other cars as possible.
As i was driving at about 90mph down the narrow streets filled with happy people my brain kept telling me how i have been deprived of some fun and so told my hands and feet to act it out themselves.
I gently rammed everyone over at a steady 90mph and drove over every ramp i could find.
As time passed my dads vehicle got pretty bashed up and so i quite generously left it in the middle of the road so that everyone can crash into it.
I noticed that many people that i drove over had nice little weapons and i couldnt reject them.
Money, weapons and blood flew out of the passer bye's as i drove over them and i would help them up everytime they fell only to knock them back down with a baseball bat.
I liked to think to myself every now and again that my pager was going off with messages from my invisible friends which are together known as my invicible mafia.
BEEP BEEP ........... BEEP BEEP
My pager goes off and theres work that needs to be done.
"be at the hotel at 12:15 no later ........ kapeesh"
And so my missions had begun.
I got the the hotel with minutes to spare and was briefed by my mafia.
There was Don El Dandy...........Don McBurro..............Don Tutti Frutti............. and last but not least the grand-daddy of them all............Don....Da Don Don.
My mission objective was to blow my house up and destroy all evidence.I was equipped with a few bazukas and a couple of bombs.
What a sweet thing it was going to be i thought to myself.
It serves them right.
Not letting me play my game.
We'll see.
hahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
I set off and thought that i needed something bigger and better to help me complete my mission.
And so i walked in a circle 6 times( O O O O O O) then stepped right once ( R1) then left twice ( L2) and then left again ( L1 ) and lastly walked in a triangle ( ^ ) and then a circle ( O ) once more and lastly walked in a nice triangle again ( ^ )
I didnt know what i was trying to do but may have been doing a rain dance if i had of been singing and dancing to.
But rain didnt fall form the sky................... a lovely Tank did though!
I stepped into the tank and drove my way to my house blowing up a few houses on the way.
I drove into the road and stepped onto the tank.
To my suprise, out of the door came my mum.
Me: HAHAHAAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAA
Mum: Hi darling, do you want to come inside and have a nice game of GTA3 and a glass of orange???
Ive been woried about you........ i didnt here you go out.
Me: ok!
Mum: what have you been up to today then??? and what are you doing with that tank???
Me: Oh just the normal kinda stuff ............... you know.
Mum: Oh ok then.
And so i played on my GTA3 and lived happily ever after.
Remember: Dont get too less of a game of GTA3........... It could lead to the GTA3 Withdrawal Symptoms!
Beware!
Withdrawal Symptoms:
1) Causes you to sit infront of the TV all day holding an imaginary control pad wiggling your thumbs
2) Causes body to control itself on how it feels necessary
3) Causes you to get involved with mafia's mobs and gangs
4) May get in in trouble with the police after violent conduct
5) Imagination is opened up into a new world where anything can happen
6) Makes you think that killing stealing and breaking laws is fun
7) Causes you to listen to Chatterbox FM to have fun
8) May give you diareah or maybe that was just me
9) Certainly gives you verbal diareah
10) Causes you to do weird "dances" to aquire health, money, weapons, tanks and other things.
Other symptoms not know right now.
I am going to give my hamster the controll pad and let it play on GTA3 for a couple hours and then tell it that it cant go on it anymore.
My hamster is pretty clever!
More news as it becomes availiable.
If you have suffered any GTA3 Withdrawal Symptoms then please feel free to tell us all.
Thankyou.
Last night when i was playing on GTA3 having fun and was happy and content with a huge grin on my face. Every time i flew through the air in a car or squished a pedestrian walking down the street made me laugh and i was addicted.
At about 3 o'clock in the morning after my chants of "YEEAAHH" and "GIMME YOUR CAR" or just the basic "HAHAHA" after every Chatterbox comment and raise of my kill count im sure the neibourhood wasnt asleep.
And so my mum came down and told me to go to bed. It would have been hard to tell what my expression was because after about 12 solid hours of GTA3 and at about 3 in the morning im sure it would have been a scary sight anyway.
The next words out of my mums mouth did actually put an expression on my face which was kinda one of those "NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO" faces along with the twitching eye and dark bags under my eyes complete with the static hair style. They were " no more GTA3 for a week ".
I went to bed dreaming of playing on it and couldnt bare the thought of not being able to play on it.
In the morning i woke with a critical condition called GTA3 Withdrawal Symptoms.
I got dressed complete with my black leather jacket and green combats and trainers.
My eyes were glazed over and i had a little evil grin upon my face.
I got my dads car keys and left the house. I saw the car and quickly ran in and started the engine. I put my foot down and accelorated down the path carefully trying to hit as many people and wreck as many other cars as possible.
As i was driving at about 90mph down the narrow streets filled with happy people my brain kept telling me how i have been deprived of some fun and so told my hands and feet to act it out themselves.
I gently rammed everyone over at a steady 90mph and drove over every ramp i could find.
As time passed my dads vehicle got pretty bashed up and so i quite generously left it in the middle of the road so that everyone can crash into it.
I noticed that many people that i drove over had nice little weapons and i couldnt reject them.
Money, weapons and blood flew out of the passer bye's as i drove over them and i would help them up everytime they fell only to knock them back down with a baseball bat.
I liked to think to myself every now and again that my pager was going off with messages from my invisible friends which are together known as my invicible mafia.
BEEP BEEP ........... BEEP BEEP
My pager goes off and theres work that needs to be done.
"be at the hotel at 12:15 no later ........ kapeesh"
And so my missions had begun.
I got the the hotel with minutes to spare and was briefed by my mafia.
There was Don El Dandy...........Don McBurro..............Don Tutti Frutti............. and last but not least the grand-daddy of them all............Don....Da Don Don.
My mission objective was to blow my house up and destroy all evidence.I was equipped with a few bazukas and a couple of bombs.
What a sweet thing it was going to be i thought to myself.
It serves them right.
Not letting me play my game.
We'll see.
hahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
I set off and thought that i needed something bigger and better to help me complete my mission.
And so i walked in a circle 6 times( O O O O O O) then stepped right once ( R1) then left twice ( L2) and then left again ( L1 ) and lastly walked in a triangle ( ^ ) and then a circle ( O ) once more and lastly walked in a nice triangle again ( ^ )
I didnt know what i was trying to do but may have been doing a rain dance if i had of been singing and dancing to.
But rain didnt fall form the sky................... a lovely Tank did though!
I stepped into the tank and drove my way to my house blowing up a few houses on the way.
I drove into the road and stepped onto the tank.
To my suprise, out of the door came my mum.
Me: HAHAHAAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAA
Mum: Hi darling, do you want to come inside and have a nice game of GTA3 and a glass of orange???
Ive been woried about you........ i didnt here you go out.
Me: ok!
Mum: what have you been up to today then??? and what are you doing with that tank???
Me: Oh just the normal kinda stuff ............... you know.
Mum: Oh ok then.
And so i played on my GTA3 and lived happily ever after.
Remember: Dont get too less of a game of GTA3........... It could lead to the GTA3 Withdrawal Symptoms!
Beware!
Withdrawal Symptoms:
1) Causes you to sit infront of the TV all day holding an imaginary control pad wiggling your thumbs
2) Causes body to control itself on how it feels necessary
3) Causes you to get involved with mafia's mobs and gangs
4) May get in in trouble with the police after violent conduct
5) Imagination is opened up into a new world where anything can happen
6) Makes you think that killing stealing and breaking laws is fun
7) Causes you to listen to Chatterbox FM to have fun
8) May give you diareah or maybe that was just me
9) Certainly gives you verbal diareah
10) Causes you to do weird "dances" to aquire health, money, weapons, tanks and other things.
Other symptoms not know right now.
I am going to give my hamster the controll pad and let it play on GTA3 for a couple hours and then tell it that it cant go on it anymore.
My hamster is pretty clever!
More news as it becomes availiable.
If you have suffered any GTA3 Withdrawal Symptoms then please feel free to tell us all.
Thankyou.
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No, actually, its just that he has nobody to stick up for him anymore so he has stopped.
Sad git.
Sad git.
Yay! I distracted them from the argument!
I am the peacemaker!
I am the peacemaker!
I like to pretend that people want to talk to me.
Got to go, phone's ringing.
Got to go, phone's ringing.
Tóm wrote:
> ®eDdY²°°2 wrote:
> Why thank you Mr A*shole.
>
> That's real mature of you reddy.
>
> Christ. I can't believe I'm the same age as you!
Jees carnt you have a laugh. And by the way I wasent talking to you!
> ®eDdY²°°2 wrote:
> Why thank you Mr A*shole.
>
> That's real mature of you reddy.
>
> Christ. I can't believe I'm the same age as you!
Jees carnt you have a laugh. And by the way I wasent talking to you!
®eDdY²°°2 wrote:
> Why thank you Mr A*shole.
That's real mature of you reddy.
Christ. I can't believe I'm the same age as you!
> Why thank you Mr A*shole.
That's real mature of you reddy.
Christ. I can't believe I'm the same age as you!
Nah, cant be bothered with you anymore.
Not that I even cared in the first place.
Not that I even cared in the first place.
Why thank you Mr A*shole.
One word for you Matt "Hypocrite"
Im off now, because im shattered.
No doubt you'll come on with the heavy abuse while im away.
Just about the low standards i expect from you....
Im off now, because im shattered.
No doubt you'll come on with the heavy abuse while im away.
Just about the low standards i expect from you....
Good for you little boy.
Here, have a gold medal.
Here, have a gold medal.
Mattt wrote:
> Ryan wrote:
> No that was Natbuc. And we dont care if it's sad we enjoy dissing
> you.
>
> -------
>
> Which just shows how sad you are. Havent got a life so you abuse
> someone over the internet.
>
> Oh how fun.
>
> *yawn yawn*
LMAO!
Look who's talking. when you used to talk to Quinty (Why Quitny why!? :)) You used to diss me for no reason. And I have my reason for giving my email out and I think your an A*shole.
> Ryan wrote:
> No that was Natbuc. And we dont care if it's sad we enjoy dissing
> you.
>
> -------
>
> Which just shows how sad you are. Havent got a life so you abuse
> someone over the internet.
>
> Oh how fun.
>
> *yawn yawn*
LMAO!
Look who's talking. when you used to talk to Quinty (Why Quitny why!? :)) You used to diss me for no reason. And I have my reason for giving my email out and I think your an A*shole.
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