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Imagine the scene Son sitting at Computer working on his site whilst his mother is a few feet away ironing some clothes. Now this Son isn't just doing his website, he is currently working on his homework and writing a post for Gameaday. Now this Son makes a few mistakes in his life but the major one involves saving, he never saves, he has just wrote a huge 3 page essay for English, he has spent ages sorting out the new page in his website and that Gameaday post is coming up to 2 pages and he hasn’t saved. So as the boy finally gets to the second page of his Gameaday attempt something happens…
The mouse doesn't work (thought it was about to crash didn't you). Now the boy is pressed for time, he has promised his website followers the new update will be done today and the homework's deadline is looming! So the mouse that isn't moving properly is causing supreme frustration as you can imagine for this over worked and stressed out student. The boy losing his patience starts hitting the mouse along the mat quiet hard to get it to move more freely.
"What are you doing?" asks the mother looking up from her ironing and wondering why her son is being violent with her piece of technology.
"The sodding mouse doesn't work!!" yells an extremely angry boy.
"Stop doing that to my mouse." She asks.
The boy does as he is told and regains his patience, only to lose it shortly after and this time he yanks the wire of the mouse, and bashes it on the ground.
"Right that’s it!" says the mother who is now losing patience with the boy who is hell bent on destroying the mouse that is denying him from doing any work. The mother approaches the plug and flicks the switch. Now as you already know a 3 page essay, a 2 page Gameaday attempt (size ten font) and a difficult website page was left unsaved, and now it has gone. You can just imagine the boy's anger, he is furious, he had been working all morning on that and his mum had just deleted it all in a flick of a switch, and now the boy is even further behind than he was before and ALL BECAUSE THE MOUSE WOULDN'T MOVE PROPERLY!
The Boy's anger is soon vented on a verbal attack on his mother, "Why the hell did you do that you stupid B!tch!". The boy regrets this as soon as he said it but it is too late. His mother furious at her sons outcry storms upstairs yelling, "How would you like me to treat your stuff the way you treat mine!" Smashing the door to his bedroom open she grabs the console's beneath his TV. Now the mother pulls and pulls but the attached plugs and the tangled wires halts her from grabbing all the boys games systems. So she pulls the back wires out of the Dreamcast, the Dreamcast is now loose in the mother’s hands, all wires disconnected... she storms across the landing to the top of the stairs, the boy looks up to see his mother hurl the Dreamcast down the stairs!!!
CRASH!
On the hall floor, in front of the boy lies a small white games console, the lid smashed off and cracked, found a few feet away from the console itself. The Boy looks down at his feet to see his Dreamcast lie there, a console he had bought to help with the wait of the Gamecube. The boys mother, not apologetic for the destruction of the console comes down the stairs and looks at her son who has just moved his eyes from his broken console to meet his mums.
"Now what do you say to that" she asks bitterly
"Erm... at least it wasn't my N64." he replied.
The name of the Son was Christopher David Dring better known to you guys as Dringo. So as you hark on about the death of the Dreamcast, for me this is literally true. My Dreamcast games and accessories are being sold as I type, with Resident Evil: Code Veronica and Jet Set Radio being kept for sentimental reasons and my room now looks a little bearer without it being there, the games locked away and my N64 left alone. So as you got to sleep tonight, spare a thought for me, a boy who has to wait for the Gamecube to experience a next generation system (I could always play on my brothers Playstation 2 but I’ve decided I’ll stick with waiting) and someone who loved SEGA’s last ever console to bits.
Dringo.
The mouse doesn't work (thought it was about to crash didn't you). Now the boy is pressed for time, he has promised his website followers the new update will be done today and the homework's deadline is looming! So the mouse that isn't moving properly is causing supreme frustration as you can imagine for this over worked and stressed out student. The boy losing his patience starts hitting the mouse along the mat quiet hard to get it to move more freely.
"What are you doing?" asks the mother looking up from her ironing and wondering why her son is being violent with her piece of technology.
"The sodding mouse doesn't work!!" yells an extremely angry boy.
"Stop doing that to my mouse." She asks.
The boy does as he is told and regains his patience, only to lose it shortly after and this time he yanks the wire of the mouse, and bashes it on the ground.
"Right that’s it!" says the mother who is now losing patience with the boy who is hell bent on destroying the mouse that is denying him from doing any work. The mother approaches the plug and flicks the switch. Now as you already know a 3 page essay, a 2 page Gameaday attempt (size ten font) and a difficult website page was left unsaved, and now it has gone. You can just imagine the boy's anger, he is furious, he had been working all morning on that and his mum had just deleted it all in a flick of a switch, and now the boy is even further behind than he was before and ALL BECAUSE THE MOUSE WOULDN'T MOVE PROPERLY!
The Boy's anger is soon vented on a verbal attack on his mother, "Why the hell did you do that you stupid B!tch!". The boy regrets this as soon as he said it but it is too late. His mother furious at her sons outcry storms upstairs yelling, "How would you like me to treat your stuff the way you treat mine!" Smashing the door to his bedroom open she grabs the console's beneath his TV. Now the mother pulls and pulls but the attached plugs and the tangled wires halts her from grabbing all the boys games systems. So she pulls the back wires out of the Dreamcast, the Dreamcast is now loose in the mother’s hands, all wires disconnected... she storms across the landing to the top of the stairs, the boy looks up to see his mother hurl the Dreamcast down the stairs!!!
CRASH!
On the hall floor, in front of the boy lies a small white games console, the lid smashed off and cracked, found a few feet away from the console itself. The Boy looks down at his feet to see his Dreamcast lie there, a console he had bought to help with the wait of the Gamecube. The boys mother, not apologetic for the destruction of the console comes down the stairs and looks at her son who has just moved his eyes from his broken console to meet his mums.
"Now what do you say to that" she asks bitterly
"Erm... at least it wasn't my N64." he replied.
The name of the Son was Christopher David Dring better known to you guys as Dringo. So as you hark on about the death of the Dreamcast, for me this is literally true. My Dreamcast games and accessories are being sold as I type, with Resident Evil: Code Veronica and Jet Set Radio being kept for sentimental reasons and my room now looks a little bearer without it being there, the games locked away and my N64 left alone. So as you got to sleep tonight, spare a thought for me, a boy who has to wait for the Gamecube to experience a next generation system (I could always play on my brothers Playstation 2 but I’ve decided I’ll stick with waiting) and someone who loved SEGA’s last ever console to bits.
Dringo.
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Oh ok then, maybe you dont live that close to me then.
Ah well.
Am i right in saying that i live close to the Lake District though.
I live in St.Helens (the rugby league team for anyone) which i think is close to Lancashire.
Am i right?
Im no good at geography now.
Ah well.
Am i right in saying that i live close to the Lake District though.
I live in St.Helens (the rugby league team for anyone) which i think is close to Lancashire.
Am i right?
Im no good at geography now.
Hercules! wrote:
Where abouts do you live MoJoJoJo????
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Newcastle
Where abouts do you live MoJoJoJo????
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Newcastle
cool.
The Lake District?!?!?
Thats quite close to where i live.
Where abouts do you live MoJoJoJo????
The Lake District?!?!?
Thats quite close to where i live.
Where abouts do you live MoJoJoJo????
Hercules! wrote:
go on do
> it............. maybe tomorrow eh?
and i'll be big steve........... but
> eeerrrrr big herc!
go on..... it will be good.
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I may do it when I get back from the Lake District (I leave tomorrow and get back in a few days)
go on do
> it............. maybe tomorrow eh?
and i'll be big steve........... but
> eeerrrrr big herc!
go on..... it will be good.
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I may do it when I get back from the Lake District (I leave tomorrow and get back in a few days)
Ive just red the posr and i wouldn't talk to my mum again unless she bought me something really good
MoJoJoJo wrote:
> I was gonna do a Jerry Springer spoof of Dringo and his mum, but I'm too tired
> brain wise
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go on do it............. maybe tomorrow eh?
and i'll be big steve........... but eeerrrrr big herc!
go on..... it will be good.
> I was gonna do a Jerry Springer spoof of Dringo and his mum, but I'm too tired
> brain wise
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go on do it............. maybe tomorrow eh?
and i'll be big steve........... but eeerrrrr big herc!
go on..... it will be good.
MoJoJoJo wrote:
> I was gonna do a Jerry Springer spoof of Dringo and his mum, but I'm too tired
> brain wise
oh deah.
it'll be disasterous.
> I was gonna do a Jerry Springer spoof of Dringo and his mum, but I'm too tired
> brain wise
oh deah.
it'll be disasterous.
OH go on it'll be a laugh.
I was gonna do a Jerry Springer spoof of Dringo and his mum, but I'm too tired brain wise
MoJoJoJo wrote:
> Yeah, seriously, Dringo, um... have you thought of having her checked out? Does
> she hit other members of the family?
Sounds like a case for Jerry Springer if
> you ask me!
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hahaha
exactly
:D
> Yeah, seriously, Dringo, um... have you thought of having her checked out? Does
> she hit other members of the family?
Sounds like a case for Jerry Springer if
> you ask me!
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hahaha
exactly
:D
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