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This morning I managed to grow 1000 Pikmin in a day.
Well chuffed.
Then I got into school, this hoity-toity Miss B****-On-Heat gave me a detention for not doing my homework. What’s she expect? I was up all night finishing Parappa with top ranking on all the levels - no time for work.
So I sparked her out, broke her jaw, knocked a few teeth out.
And what do they do?
Send me home!
Toss-pots
I didn’t have much to do, so eventually decided to get the Shines I’d missed in Mario Sunshine. That wasted a few hours.
But then my dad comes home.
He’s all like “Why’d you get expelled, son?”
And I’m like “Why d’you care so much, gramps?”
And he’s like “You education’s important”
And I was so like “Whatever!”
Then I caved his face in with a chair and cut his ears off.
Upstairs, I settled down for a long night on Mad Maestro, this conducting lark ain’t easy.
F*cking musicians.
My stupid little sister comes in about 9:30.
And I was like “Hey biatch, it’s past your bedtime. Get lost”
She wanted to play on Animal Crossing with me! What a dumb-ass blond. She only digs up all my trees anyway - and I’d just finished paying off all my debts, too. No way.
So I shaved her head and dipped it in acid, then smashed a vinegar bottle over her exposed muscles.
The doorbell goes in the morning, I’d not slept - way too solid for that.
It’s the b*stard postman. He’s got some packages for my dad.
I was like “Dude! Where’s my copy of Super Monkey Ball 2! You moron, WHERE IS IT!”
He gave me a funny look, like he didn’t have a clue.
So I strung him up by his thumbs and let a few scorpions crawl up his a-hole. Then I sliced off his eyelids and made him watch The Salon followed by a double-bill of Hollyoaks then Emmerdale before rolling him down a hill of mousetraps into a razor factory.
To cool off, I just had to finish Spyro. What a night.
It was Saturday, and my queer mate comes round.
He’s all like, “Hello chap, how are you? Just wondering if you wanted to play Vice City - it’s pretty spiffing.”
I was like “Duh, you idiot. I don’t play that kind of crap, what are you? Some kind of f*cking gay?”
People are so stupid.
So I sliced of his balls and made him eat them, then undid his bellybutton and dropped in a few nails and a flesh-eating beetle which grows to the size of a dog. Just for fun, I blitzed his hands and feet, then poured nitro into his ears and lit it.
What a moron.
I just >had< to finish Britney’s Dance Beat before eating some marshmallows and reading some poetry.
Then my Gran came round, I removed the organs she had left and filled her orifices with cement.
The police said games made me violent.
Wangers.
I’m a sadistic antisocial retard, and that’s all there is to it.
Then the took me to prison.
I’ll never play Zelda at this rate.
People are losers.
Well chuffed.
Then I got into school, this hoity-toity Miss B****-On-Heat gave me a detention for not doing my homework. What’s she expect? I was up all night finishing Parappa with top ranking on all the levels - no time for work.
So I sparked her out, broke her jaw, knocked a few teeth out.
And what do they do?
Send me home!
Toss-pots
I didn’t have much to do, so eventually decided to get the Shines I’d missed in Mario Sunshine. That wasted a few hours.
But then my dad comes home.
He’s all like “Why’d you get expelled, son?”
And I’m like “Why d’you care so much, gramps?”
And he’s like “You education’s important”
And I was so like “Whatever!”
Then I caved his face in with a chair and cut his ears off.
Upstairs, I settled down for a long night on Mad Maestro, this conducting lark ain’t easy.
F*cking musicians.
My stupid little sister comes in about 9:30.
And I was like “Hey biatch, it’s past your bedtime. Get lost”
She wanted to play on Animal Crossing with me! What a dumb-ass blond. She only digs up all my trees anyway - and I’d just finished paying off all my debts, too. No way.
So I shaved her head and dipped it in acid, then smashed a vinegar bottle over her exposed muscles.
The doorbell goes in the morning, I’d not slept - way too solid for that.
It’s the b*stard postman. He’s got some packages for my dad.
I was like “Dude! Where’s my copy of Super Monkey Ball 2! You moron, WHERE IS IT!”
He gave me a funny look, like he didn’t have a clue.
So I strung him up by his thumbs and let a few scorpions crawl up his a-hole. Then I sliced off his eyelids and made him watch The Salon followed by a double-bill of Hollyoaks then Emmerdale before rolling him down a hill of mousetraps into a razor factory.
To cool off, I just had to finish Spyro. What a night.
It was Saturday, and my queer mate comes round.
He’s all like, “Hello chap, how are you? Just wondering if you wanted to play Vice City - it’s pretty spiffing.”
I was like “Duh, you idiot. I don’t play that kind of crap, what are you? Some kind of f*cking gay?”
People are so stupid.
So I sliced of his balls and made him eat them, then undid his bellybutton and dropped in a few nails and a flesh-eating beetle which grows to the size of a dog. Just for fun, I blitzed his hands and feet, then poured nitro into his ears and lit it.
What a moron.
I just >had< to finish Britney’s Dance Beat before eating some marshmallows and reading some poetry.
Then my Gran came round, I removed the organs she had left and filled her orifices with cement.
The police said games made me violent.
Wangers.
I’m a sadistic antisocial retard, and that’s all there is to it.
Then the took me to prison.
I’ll never play Zelda at this rate.
People are losers.
Microchips wrote:
> Do they get off on this stuff?
Damn man, I get off on this stuff :D. [J/k for those of you that were never, oh let's say... using ones head?]
Oh, and I've jsut writen a post about this. Tut-tut. So much violence! You'd think FFF would at least have the decency to include the hospital, or if not the nurse. Plus, how could you have made that guy watch "The Sallon", "Brookside" and "Emmerdale" whilst playing games? What, it's not like you'd go from one TV to another... Is it?
> Do they get off on this stuff?
Damn man, I get off on this stuff :D. [J/k for those of you that were never, oh let's say... using ones head?]
Oh, and I've jsut writen a post about this. Tut-tut. So much violence! You'd think FFF would at least have the decency to include the hospital, or if not the nurse. Plus, how could you have made that guy watch "The Sallon", "Brookside" and "Emmerdale" whilst playing games? What, it's not like you'd go from one TV to another... Is it?
he heh, funny
Excellent, I liked it alot FFF.
It really does make you think about the mentality of the general public. "Games make you violent"
Do they get off on this stuff?
Nice. :)
It really does make you think about the mentality of the general public. "Games make you violent"
Do they get off on this stuff?
Nice. :)
Speak for yourself ....
Cheers AJ.
I think.
Cheers AJ.
I think.
F*F**k you, s**top F'n writing crap about sh*t. Despite being P*ssed off, It was a f*F**k*ng good f*F**king pos**t.
You suF**k.
F*F**k every F*F**king one
You suF**k.
F*F**k every F*F**king one
I actually liked that.
:-)
:-)
:-D
This morning I managed to grow 1000 Pikmin in a day.
Well chuffed.
Then I got into school, this hoity-toity Miss B****-On-Heat gave me a detention for not doing my homework. What’s she expect? I was up all night finishing Parappa with top ranking on all the levels - no time for work.
So I sparked her out, broke her jaw, knocked a few teeth out.
And what do they do?
Send me home!
Toss-pots
I didn’t have much to do, so eventually decided to get the Shines I’d missed in Mario Sunshine. That wasted a few hours.
But then my dad comes home.
He’s all like “Why’d you get expelled, son?”
And I’m like “Why d’you care so much, gramps?”
And he’s like “You education’s important”
And I was so like “Whatever!”
Then I caved his face in with a chair and cut his ears off.
Upstairs, I settled down for a long night on Mad Maestro, this conducting lark ain’t easy.
F*cking musicians.
My stupid little sister comes in about 9:30.
And I was like “Hey biatch, it’s past your bedtime. Get lost”
She wanted to play on Animal Crossing with me! What a dumb-ass blond. She only digs up all my trees anyway - and I’d just finished paying off all my debts, too. No way.
So I shaved her head and dipped it in acid, then smashed a vinegar bottle over her exposed muscles.
The doorbell goes in the morning, I’d not slept - way too solid for that.
It’s the b*stard postman. He’s got some packages for my dad.
I was like “Dude! Where’s my copy of Super Monkey Ball 2! You moron, WHERE IS IT!”
He gave me a funny look, like he didn’t have a clue.
So I strung him up by his thumbs and let a few scorpions crawl up his a-hole. Then I sliced off his eyelids and made him watch The Salon followed by a double-bill of Hollyoaks then Emmerdale before rolling him down a hill of mousetraps into a razor factory.
To cool off, I just had to finish Spyro. What a night.
It was Saturday, and my queer mate comes round.
He’s all like, “Hello chap, how are you? Just wondering if you wanted to play Vice City - it’s pretty spiffing.”
I was like “Duh, you idiot. I don’t play that kind of crap, what are you? Some kind of f*cking gay?”
People are so stupid.
So I sliced of his balls and made him eat them, then undid his bellybutton and dropped in a few nails and a flesh-eating beetle which grows to the size of a dog. Just for fun, I blitzed his hands and feet, then poured nitro into his ears and lit it.
What a moron.
I just >had< to finish Britney’s Dance Beat before eating some marshmallows and reading some poetry.
Then my Gran came round, I removed the organs she had left and filled her orifices with cement.
The police said games made me violent.
Wangers.
I’m a sadistic antisocial retard, and that’s all there is to it.
Then the took me to prison.
I’ll never play Zelda at this rate.
People are losers.
Well chuffed.
Then I got into school, this hoity-toity Miss B****-On-Heat gave me a detention for not doing my homework. What’s she expect? I was up all night finishing Parappa with top ranking on all the levels - no time for work.
So I sparked her out, broke her jaw, knocked a few teeth out.
And what do they do?
Send me home!
Toss-pots
I didn’t have much to do, so eventually decided to get the Shines I’d missed in Mario Sunshine. That wasted a few hours.
But then my dad comes home.
He’s all like “Why’d you get expelled, son?”
And I’m like “Why d’you care so much, gramps?”
And he’s like “You education’s important”
And I was so like “Whatever!”
Then I caved his face in with a chair and cut his ears off.
Upstairs, I settled down for a long night on Mad Maestro, this conducting lark ain’t easy.
F*cking musicians.
My stupid little sister comes in about 9:30.
And I was like “Hey biatch, it’s past your bedtime. Get lost”
She wanted to play on Animal Crossing with me! What a dumb-ass blond. She only digs up all my trees anyway - and I’d just finished paying off all my debts, too. No way.
So I shaved her head and dipped it in acid, then smashed a vinegar bottle over her exposed muscles.
The doorbell goes in the morning, I’d not slept - way too solid for that.
It’s the b*stard postman. He’s got some packages for my dad.
I was like “Dude! Where’s my copy of Super Monkey Ball 2! You moron, WHERE IS IT!”
He gave me a funny look, like he didn’t have a clue.
So I strung him up by his thumbs and let a few scorpions crawl up his a-hole. Then I sliced off his eyelids and made him watch The Salon followed by a double-bill of Hollyoaks then Emmerdale before rolling him down a hill of mousetraps into a razor factory.
To cool off, I just had to finish Spyro. What a night.
It was Saturday, and my queer mate comes round.
He’s all like, “Hello chap, how are you? Just wondering if you wanted to play Vice City - it’s pretty spiffing.”
I was like “Duh, you idiot. I don’t play that kind of crap, what are you? Some kind of f*cking gay?”
People are so stupid.
So I sliced of his balls and made him eat them, then undid his bellybutton and dropped in a few nails and a flesh-eating beetle which grows to the size of a dog. Just for fun, I blitzed his hands and feet, then poured nitro into his ears and lit it.
What a moron.
I just >had< to finish Britney’s Dance Beat before eating some marshmallows and reading some poetry.
Then my Gran came round, I removed the organs she had left and filled her orifices with cement.
The police said games made me violent.
Wangers.
I’m a sadistic antisocial retard, and that’s all there is to it.
Then the took me to prison.
I’ll never play Zelda at this rate.
People are losers.