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The morning sun was slowly rising and all over the glen people were flocking to see the new found star that was named Joe. His long flowing locks blowing gently in the breeze as he stood before his people taking in the fresh morning air. Today was the day, all over the land people would vote and make one man King. Not king of the country or King of the ring but King of the golden name.
Due to his long locks of hair which made a nice 70's style fro Joe had been given the well thought out name of AfroJoe by his people. He would drink till he was drunk and fall around a lot then lift his kilt to the many girls who passed by hoping that maybe one would like what she would see and take him home with her.
As AfroJoe stood around with his people watching on a figure approached in the distance. One man walked on, alone and with a look of anger on his face. He approched the crowd and begn to speak.
"I am Gaz of Welshland. Stryke to my people. I am one of three who will today be in the running for king."
The crowd began to boo. Hurling horse crap and other nasty objects at him but he was quick to react and moved to avoid the attack.
"Stop ya bunch of fandans. Stryke aint that bad. bit thick but other than that he's tops."
Stryke offered his hand to afro and they shook hands in a sign of respect. Suddenly a crowd approached from the East. It was some bloke who will remain nameless because he has had a lot more than one. He wore bells on his fingers and bells on his toes and danced about waving a hankerchief as his people cheered.
"£10 says he's English" said AfroJoe
Stryke just laughed and took a swig of the whisky jar beside Afro's foot.
The nameless boy approached them and the three stood tall infront of the large and still growing crowd. Soon it would be over and only one would stand tall.
Voting began moments later and soon it would be over. Afro sat sipping his whisky as Stryke tried to entertain the weary travellers who had come from Welshland. After the votes had been totalled only one thing was left, to announce a winner. The winner was chosen by the select panel who travel the land on their unicorns. Snuggly, Loki and Tony where there names, three men dressed like the three amigos with singing voices to match.
Afro had won, in an emotional speech he thanked those who voted him in and those who didn't could booger off back to their fandan lands cause he was king and it was time to get drunk.
People began to party as others left, the boy with the bells and hankerchief was sitting crying, his mother took him home for tea and scones and tried to make him feel better but it wouldn't work - today he was a looser.
Stryke offered Afro his hand again. As they shook Stryke thrust a Knife into Afro's chest and blood poured out onto both their hands. "Now who wins you Scottish tart?" asked Stryke with an evil yet smug grin across his face. "Now who wins?"
Afro tried to speak but he was weak, the people all looked on in horror as Stryke cut once again into Afro's body. The final blow as Afro shouted. "FREEEEDO.......SHEEEEEEEPPPPYYY!!!!!!!!!!!"
With these words a man dressed in kilt and cloth jumped up towards them and kicked Stryke square in the nads.
"Thats gonna hurt." said the man.
"Who are you?" asked Stryke in a very high pitched squeal.
"I am Sheepy of Scotland, Afro's mentor and part time alcoholic. You are welsh and you suck so I'm gonna chib you. Chib you good"
Which he did. moments later Tony took to the stage. "This means that the boy wih the hankerchief can be king of the golden name this time round."
The young boy dancing away with his bells stood infront of the people, some still throwing horse crap which were hitting the happy boy as he began to speak.
"It's me! It's Shaneo. I fooled you again." as he laughed in an evil manner. The crowed began to boo. Nasty words were spoken and a crowd of hard looking women began to make their way towards him. As he tried to run Sheepy's right boot connected to his groin and down he went faster than Monica Lewinsky. Sheppy then sold him to Rufus the bum for a nice shinny button and he was never to be seen again.
Tony then decided the king of the golden name should be a random drunk that was lying passed out on the ground. Who was the person they picked? Who was the drunk with the golden name? Who cares?
:-)
Due to his long locks of hair which made a nice 70's style fro Joe had been given the well thought out name of AfroJoe by his people. He would drink till he was drunk and fall around a lot then lift his kilt to the many girls who passed by hoping that maybe one would like what she would see and take him home with her.
As AfroJoe stood around with his people watching on a figure approached in the distance. One man walked on, alone and with a look of anger on his face. He approched the crowd and begn to speak.
"I am Gaz of Welshland. Stryke to my people. I am one of three who will today be in the running for king."
The crowd began to boo. Hurling horse crap and other nasty objects at him but he was quick to react and moved to avoid the attack.
"Stop ya bunch of fandans. Stryke aint that bad. bit thick but other than that he's tops."
Stryke offered his hand to afro and they shook hands in a sign of respect. Suddenly a crowd approached from the East. It was some bloke who will remain nameless because he has had a lot more than one. He wore bells on his fingers and bells on his toes and danced about waving a hankerchief as his people cheered.
"£10 says he's English" said AfroJoe
Stryke just laughed and took a swig of the whisky jar beside Afro's foot.
The nameless boy approached them and the three stood tall infront of the large and still growing crowd. Soon it would be over and only one would stand tall.
Voting began moments later and soon it would be over. Afro sat sipping his whisky as Stryke tried to entertain the weary travellers who had come from Welshland. After the votes had been totalled only one thing was left, to announce a winner. The winner was chosen by the select panel who travel the land on their unicorns. Snuggly, Loki and Tony where there names, three men dressed like the three amigos with singing voices to match.
Afro had won, in an emotional speech he thanked those who voted him in and those who didn't could booger off back to their fandan lands cause he was king and it was time to get drunk.
People began to party as others left, the boy with the bells and hankerchief was sitting crying, his mother took him home for tea and scones and tried to make him feel better but it wouldn't work - today he was a looser.
Stryke offered Afro his hand again. As they shook Stryke thrust a Knife into Afro's chest and blood poured out onto both their hands. "Now who wins you Scottish tart?" asked Stryke with an evil yet smug grin across his face. "Now who wins?"
Afro tried to speak but he was weak, the people all looked on in horror as Stryke cut once again into Afro's body. The final blow as Afro shouted. "FREEEEDO.......SHEEEEEEEPPPPYYY!!!!!!!!!!!"
With these words a man dressed in kilt and cloth jumped up towards them and kicked Stryke square in the nads.
"Thats gonna hurt." said the man.
"Who are you?" asked Stryke in a very high pitched squeal.
"I am Sheepy of Scotland, Afro's mentor and part time alcoholic. You are welsh and you suck so I'm gonna chib you. Chib you good"
Which he did. moments later Tony took to the stage. "This means that the boy wih the hankerchief can be king of the golden name this time round."
The young boy dancing away with his bells stood infront of the people, some still throwing horse crap which were hitting the happy boy as he began to speak.
"It's me! It's Shaneo. I fooled you again." as he laughed in an evil manner. The crowed began to boo. Nasty words were spoken and a crowd of hard looking women began to make their way towards him. As he tried to run Sheepy's right boot connected to his groin and down he went faster than Monica Lewinsky. Sheppy then sold him to Rufus the bum for a nice shinny button and he was never to be seen again.
Tony then decided the king of the golden name should be a random drunk that was lying passed out on the ground. Who was the person they picked? Who was the drunk with the golden name? Who cares?
:-)
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Thegerrid wrote:
> How about AfroJoe the knife wellding welshman. That would be a better
> story. Huzzah
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Nope, I don't do knifes and I can't do Welsh either.
:-)
> How about AfroJoe the knife wellding welshman. That would be a better
> story. Huzzah
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Nope, I don't do knifes and I can't do Welsh either.
:-)
How about AfroJoe the knife wellding welshman. That would be a better story. Huzzah
SHEEPY wrote:
> Excellent I kicked Stryke in the balls
>
> That's what you get
For some reason I feel if you met Gaz in real life you would kick him in the balls before shaking his hand.
:-)
> Excellent I kicked Stryke in the balls
>
> That's what you get
For some reason I feel if you met Gaz in real life you would kick him in the balls before shaking his hand.
:-)
Excellent I kicked Stryke in the balls
That's what you get
That's what you get
Starlight wrote:
> > No reason but I loved that part, it's so.... Stryke.
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Hell yes. I'm me. Every story with me in it benefits.
Go Lana.
> > No reason but I loved that part, it's so.... Stryke.
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Hell yes. I'm me. Every story with me in it benefits.
Go Lana.
Read this you monks!
:-D
:-D
Starlight wrote:
> No reason but I loved that part, it's so.... Stryke.
It is indeed.
Im speshul :-)
> No reason but I loved that part, it's so.... Stryke.
It is indeed.
Im speshul :-)
yeah, pretty darn good AliBoy. Peritty DARN Good!
Kinda buggered up that quote didn't I? :)
Gah, I'm sure you can all guess what I wrote and what Ali wrote.
Gah, I'm sure you can all guess what I wrote and what Ali wrote.
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