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Come on everone, lets get into the guiness book of records. Write completely random stuff here, and try to get the thread longer than 600 replies (the world record) WOOHOO LETS GO. In fact i got an i dea, lets have a word game. I write a word, and u reply with the first word which comes into your head.
1st Word:----------------> Playstation 2
1st Word:----------------> Playstation 2
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pbyron1
Ha ha ha!
Sorry guys looks to me as if Dringo has gone!
pb wrote:
> I'll look at ways of paying tomorrow when I finally get a chance to
> go to town. Guestbook entries are a bit of a pain, I'll mail you
> instead.
cool cool, either way! I don't know how I can repay you, maybe I will send you a game or two when I start work for ********* as a gamesplayer in a month or two!
:D
**er-no goes to watch junk**
> I'll look at ways of paying tomorrow when I finally get a chance to
> go to town. Guestbook entries are a bit of a pain, I'll mail you
> instead.
cool cool, either way! I don't know how I can repay you, maybe I will send you a game or two when I start work for ********* as a gamesplayer in a month or two!
:D
**er-no goes to watch junk**
er-no wrote:
> pb wrote:
> SHEEPY wrote:
> jacktheginger wrote:
>
> You'll never took at
> your local Landlady
> the same way
> again!!
>
> "Billy seemed quite
>
> disturbed at her ways and was
> trying
> to reflect on the
> day. He
> suddenly started
> gasping for air, as if he
>
> was choking on a
> hundred
> morsels of stale bread. The
> Landlady was
> just sitting
>
> and watching at her
> leisure.
“Whats happening?! Why
>
> aren’t
> you doing
> anything?! Help me!........Help!”
In the
> blink
> of
>
> an eye he had drooped back onto the chair, like
>
> an imprint of
> a
> leaf on soft mud, his eyes had
> dilated
> and his lungs stopped
> moving.
> he was
> dead.
“Its ok Mr
> Wilkins, every things going
> to
> be
> all.right. Christopher
> and Gregory cant wait to
> meet
> you!”
The old
> landlady
> slid over to young
> Billy Weaver and
> wiped his
>
> expressionless face
> clean with a tissue that she
> produced
> from
>
> underneath her apron. She tilted his head back
> and
>
> returned to her
> favourite chair to plot the rest of
> the
>
> evenings work. After a brief
> few minutes she
> picked up
> the
> silver plated tray and hovered back
>
> into the
> kitchen.
After
> she had done the evenings
> washing up
> she
> proceeded back into
> the living
> room. She stood and
> watched proudly
> at Billy’s
>
> limp corpse for a second or
> two as if it was her own
>
> child.
> The Landlady then went
> to the burro and took out
> a dry
> natural
> sponge, a pair
> of scissors, a
> strange looking container with
> a
> skull
> and cross
> bones on it, a roll of peach coloured cotton and
>
> a
>
> rusty scalpel.
In great excitement the aging woman
>
> dived
> down and
> started to examine the body. When
> the
> examination had
> taken place
> she cut off a lock
> of
> Billy’s hair and put it in a
> locket that she
>
> had resting
> on top of the cutlery cabinet, she
> then put
> it in the
>
> trophy cabinet next to two other
> lockets.
> Each of which had
> exactly
> the same design
> on it. They all had
> an
> exquisitely detailed cross
> on
> them with the words ‘died
> for
> king and
> country’. As she closed the
> stained glass
> cabinet
>
> windows a tear dropped from her left
>
> eye.
“Thats
> enough work
> for one evening. Come on boys. Time
>
> for
> bed.” The Landlady
> said hastily
She creeped
> over
> Billy Weavers
> body and climbed
> the stairs,
> leaving it in
> the middle of the living
>
>
> room.
“come on boys its way
> past your bed time!” She
>
> repeated
> while looking down the
> stairs.
“We’re
> coming
> mum!”
>
>
> THE END
>
>
>
> jack
> Bevan
I wish they
> made games
> with
> plots like
> this.............Oh wait they
>
> do!!
>banana?
You're doing this to increase your word
>
> count, aren't you?
Wouldn't catch me doing things like
> that....
....lord, why would anyone ever try and increase their
> word count like that, its disgusting and I know pb agrees with
> me...
:D
Does this really up your word count?
> pb wrote:
> SHEEPY wrote:
> jacktheginger wrote:
>
> You'll never took at
> your local Landlady
> the same way
> again!!
>
> "Billy seemed quite
>
> disturbed at her ways and was
> trying
> to reflect on the
> day. He
> suddenly started
> gasping for air, as if he
>
> was choking on a
> hundred
> morsels of stale bread. The
> Landlady was
> just sitting
>
> and watching at her
> leisure.
“Whats happening?! Why
>
> aren’t
> you doing
> anything?! Help me!........Help!”
In the
> blink
> of
>
> an eye he had drooped back onto the chair, like
>
> an imprint of
> a
> leaf on soft mud, his eyes had
> dilated
> and his lungs stopped
> moving.
> he was
> dead.
“Its ok Mr
> Wilkins, every things going
> to
> be
> all.right. Christopher
> and Gregory cant wait to
> meet
> you!”
The old
> landlady
> slid over to young
> Billy Weaver and
> wiped his
>
> expressionless face
> clean with a tissue that she
> produced
> from
>
> underneath her apron. She tilted his head back
> and
>
> returned to her
> favourite chair to plot the rest of
> the
>
> evenings work. After a brief
> few minutes she
> picked up
> the
> silver plated tray and hovered back
>
> into the
> kitchen.
After
> she had done the evenings
> washing up
> she
> proceeded back into
> the living
> room. She stood and
> watched proudly
> at Billy’s
>
> limp corpse for a second or
> two as if it was her own
>
> child.
> The Landlady then went
> to the burro and took out
> a dry
> natural
> sponge, a pair
> of scissors, a
> strange looking container with
> a
> skull
> and cross
> bones on it, a roll of peach coloured cotton and
>
> a
>
> rusty scalpel.
In great excitement the aging woman
>
> dived
> down and
> started to examine the body. When
> the
> examination had
> taken place
> she cut off a lock
> of
> Billy’s hair and put it in a
> locket that she
>
> had resting
> on top of the cutlery cabinet, she
> then put
> it in the
>
> trophy cabinet next to two other
> lockets.
> Each of which had
> exactly
> the same design
> on it. They all had
> an
> exquisitely detailed cross
> on
> them with the words ‘died
> for
> king and
> country’. As she closed the
> stained glass
> cabinet
>
> windows a tear dropped from her left
>
> eye.
“Thats
> enough work
> for one evening. Come on boys. Time
>
> for
> bed.” The Landlady
> said hastily
She creeped
> over
> Billy Weavers
> body and climbed
> the stairs,
> leaving it in
> the middle of the living
>
>
> room.
“come on boys its way
> past your bed time!” She
>
> repeated
> while looking down the
> stairs.
“We’re
> coming
> mum!”
>
>
> THE END
>
>
>
> jack
> Bevan
I wish they
> made games
> with
> plots like
> this.............Oh wait they
>
> do!!
>banana?
You're doing this to increase your word
>
> count, aren't you?
Wouldn't catch me doing things like
> that....
....lord, why would anyone ever try and increase their
> word count like that, its disgusting and I know pb agrees with
> me...
:D
Does this really up your word count?
Well you guys keep posting i'm leaving to find Dringo ok?
Fish-e wrote:
> er-no wrote:
> pb wrote:
> SHEEPY wrote:
> jacktheginger
> wrote:
I was going to... but then I realised it ruins the flow of things...
:D
> er-no wrote:
> pb wrote:
> SHEEPY wrote:
> jacktheginger
> wrote:
I was going to... but then I realised it ruins the flow of things...
:D
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