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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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LOL venom
lol also.
Lol Venom
You know you're an unwanted child when your first bath toys were an electric toaster and a radio.
Did you know that pigeons can survive perfectly healthily on a diet of uranium and milk?
No?
I'm not suprised, I just made it up.
No?
I'm not suprised, I just made it up.
Time_Warp wrote:
> Must be the blue moon then.
Lol
> Must be the blue moon then.
Lol
Get down tonight
Al Davis had finally put together the perfect Raiders
team for '00. The only thing he was missing was a good
quarterback.
He had scouted all the colleges, and even the high
schools, and he couldn't find a ringer quarterback that
would ensure a SuperBowl win.
Then one night, watching CNN, he saw the war zone in
Bosnia. In the background, out of the corner of his eye,
he spotted a young Bosnian soldier with a truly
incredible arm. He threw a hand grenade straight
into a 15th story window 200 yards away... ka-boom! He
threw another hand grenade into a group of about 10
soldiers a good 110 yards away--ka-blooey! A car passes
going 90 miles an hour--bulls-eye! Right into the barely
open window.
"I've got to get this guy," Al says to himself. "He has
the perfect arm!"
So he brings him to the States and teaches him the great
game of football. Predictably, the young man breaks all
the NFL records for completed passes, and the Raiders go
on to win the SuperBowl.
The young Bosnian is lionized as the Great Hero of that
year's SuperBowl, and when Al asks him what he wants,
all the young man wants to do is to call his
mother. "Mom," the young man says into the receiver, "I
just won the SuperBowl."
"I don't want to talk to you," the old woman says. "You
deserted us. You're not my son."
"I don't think you understand, mother," the young man
pleads. "I just won the greatest sporting event in the
world. I'm in the middle of thousands of adoring fans."
"No, let me tell you," the mother implores. "At this
very moment, there are gun shots all around us. The
neighborhood is a pile of rubble. Your two brothers were
beaten within an inch of their lives last week, and
this week your sister was raped in broad daylight...."
The old lady pauses, in tears, "...I'll never forgive
you for moving us to Oakland!"
team for '00. The only thing he was missing was a good
quarterback.
He had scouted all the colleges, and even the high
schools, and he couldn't find a ringer quarterback that
would ensure a SuperBowl win.
Then one night, watching CNN, he saw the war zone in
Bosnia. In the background, out of the corner of his eye,
he spotted a young Bosnian soldier with a truly
incredible arm. He threw a hand grenade straight
into a 15th story window 200 yards away... ka-boom! He
threw another hand grenade into a group of about 10
soldiers a good 110 yards away--ka-blooey! A car passes
going 90 miles an hour--bulls-eye! Right into the barely
open window.
"I've got to get this guy," Al says to himself. "He has
the perfect arm!"
So he brings him to the States and teaches him the great
game of football. Predictably, the young man breaks all
the NFL records for completed passes, and the Raiders go
on to win the SuperBowl.
The young Bosnian is lionized as the Great Hero of that
year's SuperBowl, and when Al asks him what he wants,
all the young man wants to do is to call his
mother. "Mom," the young man says into the receiver, "I
just won the SuperBowl."
"I don't want to talk to you," the old woman says. "You
deserted us. You're not my son."
"I don't think you understand, mother," the young man
pleads. "I just won the greatest sporting event in the
world. I'm in the middle of thousands of adoring fans."
"No, let me tell you," the mother implores. "At this
very moment, there are gun shots all around us. The
neighborhood is a pile of rubble. Your two brothers were
beaten within an inch of their lives last week, and
this week your sister was raped in broad daylight...."
The old lady pauses, in tears, "...I'll never forgive
you for moving us to Oakland!"
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