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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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Is it just me or are the page WLT numbers getting extremely long now and they probably should be shortened, there is more number than text!
I'll be here until the work finishes coming out er-no. (it was supposed to finish at 11pm, but we have had complications -again!)
SHEEPY wrote:
> I was about to reply and quote that but we could be doing it all
> night/morning!
Oh really, SHEEPY, how was your holiday?
:D
> I was about to reply and quote that but we could be doing it all
> night/morning!
Oh really, SHEEPY, how was your holiday?
:D
I was about to reply and quote that but we could be doing it all night/morning!
pb, will you be posting in the WLT at 1:00am tommorrow?
I would like to talk then,
but seeing as you are around now I will ask simply.
Any News??
:D
I would like to talk then,
but seeing as you are around now I will ask simply.
Any News??
:D
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
> 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
Tis true!
Sorry. It's the mood I'm in tonight.
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....
> 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....
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