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(For legal reasons I must ask you NOT to attempt to:
a) Burn your eyes out with a taser
b) Eat your computer's moniter after putting in a pan of water and bringing to the boil, adding a pinch of salt and rosemary for flavouring
or c) Wiggle your ears
as these actions may cause problematic side-effects.)
Once, in a workhouse in Victorian Britain, there was a boy named Twit. Oliver Twit.
Once, in the children's break (when all they had to play on were PS2s, X-Boxes and Dreamcasts), Oliver was finished. All of a sudden, he began to walk forward.
As he nervously ambled through the hushed room, Bill Gates stood and the front, towering above him.
"P-p-please, s-sir," stuttered the boy, "c-can I have s-s-some Mario?"
"WHAT?!" hollered Mr Gates.
"P-p-please, s-sir," repeated Oliver, "c-can I have s-s-some Mario?"
With that, the man grabbed young Twit by the ear and pulled him outside the building. After finding someone to take him, Oliver was left with a complete stranger.
Some time later, he found some boys, who introduced themselves as Rareware’s gang of thieves.
“So, why are you here?” asked Rareware.
“I just asked the workhouse leader for some Mario,” replied Oliver.
So for a while, he went around with the gang, stealing games. Then he was discovered by his rich Uncle Shigsy.
“Oliver?” said Shigsy. “Oliver Twit? Little Ollie? What are you doing here?”
“I was kicked out of my workhouse because I asked for some Mario!” replied Oliver nervously.
“Some Mario, eh?” pondered the boy’s Uncle. “That sounds like a good idea!”
And together, they toiled to make SUPER MARIO SUNSHINE! It was the best game the land had seen, and they rejoiced and lived happily ever after!
THE END
a) Burn your eyes out with a taser
b) Eat your computer's moniter after putting in a pan of water and bringing to the boil, adding a pinch of salt and rosemary for flavouring
or c) Wiggle your ears
as these actions may cause problematic side-effects.)
Once, in a workhouse in Victorian Britain, there was a boy named Twit. Oliver Twit.
Once, in the children's break (when all they had to play on were PS2s, X-Boxes and Dreamcasts), Oliver was finished. All of a sudden, he began to walk forward.
As he nervously ambled through the hushed room, Bill Gates stood and the front, towering above him.
"P-p-please, s-sir," stuttered the boy, "c-can I have s-s-some Mario?"
"WHAT?!" hollered Mr Gates.
"P-p-please, s-sir," repeated Oliver, "c-can I have s-s-some Mario?"
With that, the man grabbed young Twit by the ear and pulled him outside the building. After finding someone to take him, Oliver was left with a complete stranger.
Some time later, he found some boys, who introduced themselves as Rareware’s gang of thieves.
“So, why are you here?” asked Rareware.
“I just asked the workhouse leader for some Mario,” replied Oliver.
So for a while, he went around with the gang, stealing games. Then he was discovered by his rich Uncle Shigsy.
“Oliver?” said Shigsy. “Oliver Twit? Little Ollie? What are you doing here?”
“I was kicked out of my workhouse because I asked for some Mario!” replied Oliver nervously.
“Some Mario, eh?” pondered the boy’s Uncle. “That sounds like a good idea!”
And together, they toiled to make SUPER MARIO SUNSHINE! It was the best game the land had seen, and they rejoiced and lived happily ever after!
THE END
not bad, not the best. Sorta in the middle.
That was a good laugh CMking, well done!
Parr wrote:
> yes mate. are you ok
I can honestly say:
NO!
Not since i was mugged by an insane Iguana
> yes mate. are you ok
I can honestly say:
NO!
Not since i was mugged by an insane Iguana
LOL, Thats greats :)
Its funny, Well done!
Its funny, Well done!
yes mate. are you ok
erm.. okay.
(For legal reasons I must ask you NOT to attempt to:
a) Burn your eyes out with a taser
b) Eat your computer's moniter after putting in a pan of water and bringing to the boil, adding a pinch of salt and rosemary for flavouring
or c) Wiggle your ears
as these actions may cause problematic side-effects.)
Once, in a workhouse in Victorian Britain, there was a boy named Twit. Oliver Twit.
Once, in the children's break (when all they had to play on were PS2s, X-Boxes and Dreamcasts), Oliver was finished. All of a sudden, he began to walk forward.
As he nervously ambled through the hushed room, Bill Gates stood and the front, towering above him.
"P-p-please, s-sir," stuttered the boy, "c-can I have s-s-some Mario?"
"WHAT?!" hollered Mr Gates.
"P-p-please, s-sir," repeated Oliver, "c-can I have s-s-some Mario?"
With that, the man grabbed young Twit by the ear and pulled him outside the building. After finding someone to take him, Oliver was left with a complete stranger.
Some time later, he found some boys, who introduced themselves as Rareware’s gang of thieves.
“So, why are you here?” asked Rareware.
“I just asked the workhouse leader for some Mario,” replied Oliver.
So for a while, he went around with the gang, stealing games. Then he was discovered by his rich Uncle Shigsy.
“Oliver?” said Shigsy. “Oliver Twit? Little Ollie? What are you doing here?”
“I was kicked out of my workhouse because I asked for some Mario!” replied Oliver nervously.
“Some Mario, eh?” pondered the boy’s Uncle. “That sounds like a good idea!”
And together, they toiled to make SUPER MARIO SUNSHINE! It was the best game the land had seen, and they rejoiced and lived happily ever after!
THE END
a) Burn your eyes out with a taser
b) Eat your computer's moniter after putting in a pan of water and bringing to the boil, adding a pinch of salt and rosemary for flavouring
or c) Wiggle your ears
as these actions may cause problematic side-effects.)
Once, in a workhouse in Victorian Britain, there was a boy named Twit. Oliver Twit.
Once, in the children's break (when all they had to play on were PS2s, X-Boxes and Dreamcasts), Oliver was finished. All of a sudden, he began to walk forward.
As he nervously ambled through the hushed room, Bill Gates stood and the front, towering above him.
"P-p-please, s-sir," stuttered the boy, "c-can I have s-s-some Mario?"
"WHAT?!" hollered Mr Gates.
"P-p-please, s-sir," repeated Oliver, "c-can I have s-s-some Mario?"
With that, the man grabbed young Twit by the ear and pulled him outside the building. After finding someone to take him, Oliver was left with a complete stranger.
Some time later, he found some boys, who introduced themselves as Rareware’s gang of thieves.
“So, why are you here?” asked Rareware.
“I just asked the workhouse leader for some Mario,” replied Oliver.
So for a while, he went around with the gang, stealing games. Then he was discovered by his rich Uncle Shigsy.
“Oliver?” said Shigsy. “Oliver Twit? Little Ollie? What are you doing here?”
“I was kicked out of my workhouse because I asked for some Mario!” replied Oliver nervously.
“Some Mario, eh?” pondered the boy’s Uncle. “That sounds like a good idea!”
And together, they toiled to make SUPER MARIO SUNSHINE! It was the best game the land had seen, and they rejoiced and lived happily ever after!
THE END