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Silën† Thundêr wrote:
> is all this and more plus he smells of fish!
>
> Some random freak who thinks he is James Bond wants to wash and shine
> a sweaty, greasy, Spainish bull fighter with little
> hair an where but under his armpits that smell like an un cleaned
> toilet because its so romantic that he will dance with joy and even
> the pigs will join in and he loves the dirt they have on their bodies
> when they have been rolling in maggot ivested own brand manuer that
> was
> made by himself using a paper towel and a lawn mower whilst removing
> a lid from a jam jar containing his own vomit which he is going to
> roll in himself, by doing this he hopes that he will come up with a
> new formula to help with his stoubtness and is tryig to invent that
> using snail poo and a urinating leaf, whilst he makes this new
> formula he wears nothing but a cape and a hat because he feels its
> natural to be naked in a lab full of other men in thongs, they only
> wear these thongs because they were directed to by himself with
> pleasure, many of the workers left, not only because they were forced
> to be naked, but because of the smell that was created by not washing
> his big toe and now it is rotten and looks like a fired carrot cross
> spud ball, this reminds him of the time he went out on a polar bear
> trek to find a fish in the pub, but ended back on his lawn covered in
> mustard which came from the land lord's beard that he had eaten his
> way through with delight because he managed to find an ants nest in
> there and he began to eat his way through them before he had to go
> home on his polar bear which was now complaining about the smell he
> was producing because he got excited over meeting a female ant with a
> big butt which he found very attractive because it kept soiling
> itself with pleasure and at the time it wasnt wearing pants so he
> thought he would have a free meal, but instead he ended up with a
> mouth full of scalp flakes, but he still found it tasty because of
> its rich nutrients found when you cook the flakes at One hundred
> degrees under an oven, once the nutrients are released they must be
> eaten fast other wise he will get a stomach pain like the time he ate
> to much cheese cake and had to find a belt bigger enough to fit into
> and so found the biggest size he could, 'Equator' but this still
> wasnt big enough for him because he was just to fat and felt like he
> had to eat more and more food and this made a hell of a smell in his
> kitchen because he was so fat that he cant get through the door and
> so is living in his own filth which he finds quite enlightening
> because of the fumes created my his own body which smell like methane
> and an oily solution that wont leave the room, possibly because he is
> blocking all the ventalation with his fat which is now the same
> material which is used on weather balloons and other large objects,
> some people say that his fat is actually worth loads of money, but he
> cant get out of the door to sell his own body grease and so is
> struglling to breath because his fumes are now getting worse and
> worse and worse and smells like its been there for years rotting like
> a bad apple in a suitcase full of magical beans that he stole from a
> mad woman who had fallen down the stairs in a mad drunken rage full
> of flies and maggots which he began to eat because he found them to
> nice to stop and he was the one who started the phrase 'once you pop
> you just cant stop' but it was different because his one involved
> flies and a cow which was found in his shed after he had danced the
> night away with a stray cat and a mongoose after his close dancing
> with the two animals he smelt extremly bad like a steaming pile of
> cow dung and also looks like a leather hand bag full of deer
> droppings which were actually found in a park full of moles and
> butterflies because it was there on a picnic with him for some
> reason, but it did manage to make him look worse then he already is,
> a hand bag full of cow dung, a tyre full with honey and magical bees,
> a hamster which was on a field trip, part of a tractor, the wheel we
> believe and an eye ball which continues to watch him every night when
> he thinks he is alone in his cellar full of cheap booze which was
> stolen from a mad Dutch turkey named Bo Bo, also in his cellar there
> are many different things such as wild bird droppings, a random cable
> that leads to no where and a statue of a donkey who is from Australia
> and he worships it every night for only one reason, for company which
> he doesnt get very often ever since he discovered that he had fleas
> living with him and he only wants fleas if they are going to be a
> good meal, but if they arent going to be they might as well leave to
> Russia because he only likes Russian head lice any way because they
> taste delicious when they are frozen because it really allows the
> falvours out of the corpse that are only released when he finds the
> heart of the flea or when he dances with them all night, but this
> option leaves him tired and wanting beer and deer that can be often
> found in his dumpster alone, he ha tried to decorate it, but the
> slimy substance on the walls doesnt allow him to do so, but he did
> manage to get a picture of his partner up once he is called Bert, he
> is a hobo with a beard full of food and other sticky substances that
> he enjoys fishing for and searching and rescuing dolphins from his
> beard where he has a lot of saliva stored because he tends to drool
> rather often and this created a pool where the dolphins live, but
> agaisnt their owners wish they are now being eaten by him on a plate
> with a side serving of a rare bird that only appears in swamps, so in
> his home, the swamp of doom, it has many visits from this bird and is
> hunted by him every blue moon and every blue moon he comes out and
> worships the devil so he gets bad fortune the next day and tries to
> blam it on that evil looking hamster who is actually cute and now as
> I write is being eaten by him and he is leaving parts of it, special
> parts, for later when he is alone in his cellar full of chicken
> feathers, burnt methane solids, liquid nitrogen for freezing his hair
> when he cant afford jel and a camera crew that he kidnapped from the
> super market who were making a program about hair and he was there
> looking at them very oddly because they were not as fat as himself,
> owned a lawn mower that he wanted to ride down an elavator, owned a
> pet rat with a parrot on its shoulder that he thought was a meal and
> had hair jel he wanted this because he was sick and tired of using
> Nitrogen for this job because of the effects it has on his brain as
> well, he blames it on the ice cream but it is the liquid Nitrogen and
> cheese he eats that makes him also smell like a public loo that hasnt
> been cleaned in years and that is bad enough, but his taste in
> fashion is worse he wears: A thong that he only just squezes into any
> way, a gorilla vest found in an Aztec temple, a giant moo moo with
> flowers on it, stained with newbie blood and pantha tooth paste and a
> paper Pirate's hat made out of card so it cant get wet, but it does
> because he forgot to lick it with his glue stick attactched, dont
> ask, but he likes his glue sticks I can tell you that because he
> hangs around like a giant freak in the corridors waiting for his next
> victim of his current murder spree which he is doing because he
> thinks everyone in the world is out to get him and his precious egg
> colection which he has now buried in the sand so people cant steal
> them, but doesnt realise that they will get eaten by himself when he
> is in a drunken rage and when he wansts food, but still he does stink
> of the sloppy substance that he calls land slop, its a mixture of
> melted ear wax and other things like his brain.
Oh yeah.
Silën† Thundêr wrote:
> is all this and more plus he smells of fish!
>
> Some random freak who thinks he is James Bond wants to wash and shine
> a sweaty, greasy, Spainish bull fighter with little
> hair an where but under his armpits that smell like an un cleaned
> toilet because its so romantic that he will dance with joy and even
> the pigs will join in and he loves the dirt they have on their bodies
> when they have been rolling in maggot ivested own brand manuer that
> was
> made by himself using a paper towel and a lawn mower whilst removing
> a lid from a jam jar containing his own vomit which he is going to
> roll in himself, by doing this he hopes that he will come up with a
> new formula to help with his stoubtness and is tryig to invent that
> using snail poo and a urinating leaf, whilst he makes this new
> formula he wears nothing but a cape and a hat because he feels its
> natural to be naked in a lab full of other men in thongs, they only
> wear these thongs because they were directed to by himself with
> pleasure, many of the workers left, not only because they were forced
> to be naked, but because of the smell that was created by not washing
> his big toe and now it is rotten and looks like a fired carrot cross
> spud ball, this reminds him of the time he went out on a polar bear
> trek to find a fish in the pub, but ended back on his lawn covered in
> mustard which came from the land lord's beard that he had eaten his
> way through with delight because he managed to find an ants nest in
> there and he began to eat his way through them before he had to go
> home on his polar bear which was now complaining about the smell he
> was producing because he got excited over meeting a female ant with a
> big butt which he found very attractive because it kept soiling
> itself with pleasure and at the time it wasnt wearing pants so he
> thought he would have a free meal, but instead he ended up with a
> mouth full of scalp flakes, but he still found it tasty because of
> its rich nutrients found when you cook the flakes at One hundred
> degrees under an oven, once the nutrients are released they must be
> eaten fast other wise he will get a stomach pain like the time he ate
> to much cheese cake and had to find a belt bigger enough to fit into
> and so found the biggest size he could, 'Equator' but this still
> wasnt big enough for him because he was just to fat and felt like he
> had to eat more and more food and this made a hell of a smell in his
> kitchen because he was so fat that he cant get through the door and
> so is living in his own filth which he finds quite enlightening
> because of the fumes created my his own body which smell like methane
> and an oily solution that wont leave the room, possibly because he is
> blocking all the ventalation with his fat which is now the same
> material which is used on weather balloons and other large objects,
> some people say that his fat is actually worth loads of money, but he
> cant get out of the door to sell his own body grease and so is
> struglling to breath because his fumes are now getting worse and
> worse and worse and smells like its been there for years rotting like
> a bad apple in a suitcase full of magical beans that he stole from a
> mad woman who had fallen down the stairs in a mad drunken rage full
> of flies and maggots which he began to eat because he found them to
> nice to stop and he was the one who started the phrase 'once you pop
> you just cant stop' but it was different because his one involved
> flies and a cow which was found in his shed after he had danced the
> night away with a stray cat and a mongoose after his close dancing
> with the two animals he smelt extremly bad like a steaming pile of
> cow dung and also looks like a leather hand bag full of deer
> droppings which were actually found in a park full of moles and
> butterflies because it was there on a picnic with him for some
> reason, but it did manage to make him look worse then he already is,
> a hand bag full of cow dung, a tyre full with honey and magical bees,
> a hamster which was on a field trip, part of a tractor, the wheel we
> believe and an eye ball which continues to watch him every night when
> he thinks he is alone in his cellar full of cheap booze which was
> stolen from a mad Dutch turkey named Bo Bo, also in his cellar there
> are many different things such as wild bird droppings, a random cable
> that leads to no where and a statue of a donkey who is from Australia
> and he worships it every night for only one reason, for company which
> he doesnt get very often ever since he discovered that he had fleas
> living with him and he only wants fleas if they are going to be a
> good meal, but if they arent going to be they might as well leave to
> Russia because he only likes Russian head lice any way because they
> taste delicious when they are frozen because it really allows the
> falvours out of the corpse that are only released when he finds the
> heart of the flea or when he dances with them all night, but this
> option leaves him tired and wanting beer and deer that can be often
> found in his dumpster alone, he ha tried to decorate it, but the
> slimy substance on the walls doesnt allow him to do so, but he did
> manage to get a picture of his partner up once he is called Bert, he
> is a hobo with a beard full of food and other sticky substances that
> he enjoys fishing for and searching and rescuing dolphins from his
> beard where he has a lot of saliva stored because he tends to drool
> rather often and this created a pool where the dolphins live, but
> agaisnt their owners wish they are now being eaten by him on a plate
> with a side serving of a rare bird that only appears in swamps, so in
> his home, the swamp of doom, it has many visits from this bird and is
> hunted by him every blue moon and every blue moon he comes out and
> worships the devil so he gets bad fortune the next day and tries to
> blam it on that evil looking hamster who is actually cute and now as
> I write is being eaten by him and he is leaving parts of it, special
> parts, for later when he is alone in his cellar full of chicken
> feathers, burnt methane solids, liquid nitrogen for freezing his hair
> when he cant afford jel and a camera crew that he kidnapped from the
> super market who were making a program about hair and he was there
> looking at them very oddly because they were not as fat as himself,
> owned a lawn mower that he wanted to ride down an elavator, owned a
> pet rat with a parrot on its shoulder that he thought was a meal and
> had hair jel he wanted this because he was sick and tired of using
> Nitrogen for this job because of the effects it has on his brain as
> well, he blames it on the ice cream but it is the liquid Nitrogen and
> cheese he eats that makes him also smell like a public loo that hasnt
> been cleaned in years and that is bad enough, but his taste in
> fashion is worse he wears: A thong that he only just squezes into any
> way, a gorilla vest found in an Aztec temple, a giant moo moo with
> flowers on it, stained with newbie blood and pantha tooth paste and a
> paper Pirate's hat made out of card so it cant get wet, but it does
> because he forgot to lick it with his glue stick attactched, dont
> ask, but he likes his glue sticks I can tell you that because he
> hangs around like a giant freak in the corridors waiting for his next
> victim of his current murder spree which he is doing because he
> thinks everyone in the world is out to get him and his precious egg
> colection which he has now buried in the sand so people cant steal
> them, but doesnt realise that they will get eaten by himself when he
> is in a drunken rage and when he wansts food, but still he does stink
> of the sloppy substance that he calls land slop, its a mixture of
> melted ear wax and other things like his brain.
Disappointing Bob: you know what I'm like with my tags. :P
Unlucky Bob.
pwned :(
Ha.
Silent Thunder wrote:
> 'fraid not. :-(
>
> Still haven't transfered the files across.
>
> Also I like the boldness tonight. [B]
You know, it's in your email... you could just download it again...
...
Am I missing something?
Is ST missing something?
Edit: Grrr[I]
> 'fraid not. :-(
>
> Still haven't transfered the files across.
>
> Also I like the boldness tonight. [B]
You know, it's in your email... you could just download it again...
...
Am I missing something?
Is ST missing something?
Edit: Grrr[I]
Hmmm...
'fraid not. :-(
Still haven't transfered the files across.
Also I like the boldness tonight. [B]
Still haven't transfered the files across.
Also I like the boldness tonight. [B]
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