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"OFFICIAL NOTABLE VOTING THREAD Feb 2004"

The time is upon us again for another member to go green and stuff, oh the excitement!

For those of you who do know how this thing works, do your thing without fussing.

For those of you who don't, let me explain. This is a regular activity we run in which you can elevate your favourite forum poster up to the status of Notable. Aside from the gold name, Notables have no extra privileges over other posters, apart from the knowledge that they are respected and thought of highly. They don't get little bundles of money wrapped in brown envelopes or anything. Well, not always.

Anyway, if you want to vote for your favourite user, there's a few things you should know and a few rules you need to follow.


Firstly, you must be at least a Regular to vote. This means you cannot vote if you are a Newbie, or JAT. Any users caught voting twice in multiple accounts will have their votes struck off.

Secondly, you only have one vote. Once you've placed your vote, you can't change your mind, so your first vote counts. If you want to wait a little to see how the voting is going towards the end of the day that's fine, just don't leave it until the last minute to vote.

The voting deadline is midnight tonight, according to the SR system clock, not yours. I suggest you vote early if you're going to vote at all.

You cannot vote for yourself, or an existing Notable, or unfortunately a member of staff.


If you want to place a vote, simply write 'I vote for...' and then the username of the person you wish to see as a Notable. There should be no chatting in this thread, you have a whole damn forum for it now so all I want to see here tomorrow morning is votes. That includes after midnight too.

If you wish to vote, do so now, if you wish to complain then go back to Russia you filthy communists.

ÈL ® ö B ì Ñ wrote:
> Silën† Thundêr wrote:
> is all this and more plus he smells of fish!
>
> Some random freak who thinks he is James Bond wants to wash and
> shine
> a sweaty, greasy, Spainish bull fighter with little
> hair an where but under his armpits that smell like an un cleaned
> toilet because its so romantic that he will dance with joy and even
> the pigs will join in and he loves the dirt they have on their
> bodies
> when they have been rolling in maggot ivested own brand manuer that
> was
> made by himself using a paper towel and a lawn mower whilst removing
> a lid from a jam jar containing his own vomit which he is going to
> roll in himself, by doing this he hopes that he will come up with a
> new formula to help with his stoubtness and is tryig to invent that
> using snail poo and a urinating leaf, whilst he makes this new
> formula he wears nothing but a cape and a hat because he feels its
> natural to be naked in a lab full of other men in thongs, they only
> wear these thongs because they were directed to by himself with
> pleasure, many of the workers left, not only because they were
> forced
> to be naked, but because of the smell that was created by not
> washing
> his big toe and now it is rotten and looks like a fired carrot cross
> spud ball, this reminds him of the time he went out on a polar bear
> trek to find a fish in the pub, but ended back on his lawn covered
> in
> mustard which came from the land lord's beard that he had eaten his
> way through with delight because he managed to find an ants nest in
> there and he began to eat his way through them before he had to go
> home on his polar bear which was now complaining about the smell he
> was producing because he got excited over meeting a female ant with
> a
> big butt which he found very attractive because it kept soiling
> itself with pleasure and at the time it wasnt wearing pants so he
> thought he would have a free meal, but instead he ended up with a
> mouth full of scalp flakes, but he still found it tasty because of
> its rich nutrients found when you cook the flakes at One hundred
> degrees under an oven, once the nutrients are released they must be
> eaten fast other wise he will get a stomach pain like the time he
> ate
> to much cheese cake and had to find a belt bigger enough to fit into
> and so found the biggest size he could, 'Equator' but this still
> wasnt big enough for him because he was just to fat and felt like he
> had to eat more and more food and this made a hell of a smell in his
> kitchen because he was so fat that he cant get through the door and
> so is living in his own filth which he finds quite enlightening
> because of the fumes created my his own body which smell like
> methane
> and an oily solution that wont leave the room, possibly because he
> is
> blocking all the ventalation with his fat which is now the same
> material which is used on weather balloons and other large objects,
> some people say that his fat is actually worth loads of money, but
> he
> cant get out of the door to sell his own body grease and so is
> struglling to breath because his fumes are now getting worse and
> worse and worse and smells like its been there for years rotting
> like
> a bad apple in a suitcase full of magical beans that he stole from a
> mad woman who had fallen down the stairs in a mad drunken rage full
> of flies and maggots which he began to eat because he found them to
> nice to stop and he was the one who started the phrase 'once you pop
> you just cant stop' but it was different because his one involved
> flies and a cow which was found in his shed after he had danced the
> night away with a stray cat and a mongoose after his close dancing
> with the two animals he smelt extremly bad like a steaming pile of
> cow dung and also looks like a leather hand bag full of deer
> droppings which were actually found in a park full of moles and
> butterflies because it was there on a picnic with him for some
> reason, but it did manage to make him look worse then he already is,
> a hand bag full of cow dung, a tyre full with honey and magical
> bees,
> a hamster which was on a field trip, part of a tractor, the wheel we
> believe and an eye ball which continues to watch him every night
> when
> he thinks he is alone in his cellar full of cheap booze which was
> stolen from a mad Dutch turkey named Bo Bo, also in his cellar there
> are many different things such as wild bird droppings, a random
> cable
> that leads to no where and a statue of a donkey who is from
> Australia
> and he worships it every night for only one reason, for company
> which
> he doesnt get very often ever since he discovered that he had fleas
> living with him and he only wants fleas if they are going to be a
> good meal, but if they arent going to be they might as well leave to
> Russia because he only likes Russian head lice any way because they
> taste delicious when they are frozen because it really allows the
> falvours out of the corpse that are only released when he finds the
> heart of the flea or when he dances with them all night, but this
> option leaves him tired and wanting beer and deer that can be often
> found in his dumpster alone, he ha tried to decorate it, but the
> slimy substance on the walls doesnt allow him to do so, but he did
> manage to get a picture of his partner up once he is called Bert, he
> is a hobo with a beard full of food and other sticky substances that
> he enjoys fishing for and searching and rescuing dolphins from his
> beard where he has a lot of saliva stored because he tends to drool
> rather often and this created a pool where the dolphins live, but
> agaisnt their owners wish they are now being eaten by him on a plate
> with a side serving of a rare bird that only appears in swamps, so
> in
> his home, the swamp of doom, it has many visits from this bird and
> is
> hunted by him every blue moon and every blue moon he comes out and
> worships the devil so he gets bad fortune the next day and tries to
> blam it on that evil looking hamster who is actually cute and now as
> I write is being eaten by him and he is leaving parts of it, special
> parts, for later when he is alone in his cellar full of chicken
> feathers, burnt methane solids, liquid nitrogen for freezing his
> hair
> when he cant afford jel and a camera crew that he kidnapped from the
> super market who were making a program about hair and he was there
> looking at them very oddly because they were not as fat as himself,
> owned a lawn mower that he wanted to ride down an elavator, owned a
> pet rat with a parrot on its shoulder that he thought was a meal and
> had hair jel he wanted this because he was sick and tired of using
> Nitrogen for this job because of the effects it has on his brain as
> well, he blames it on the ice cream but it is the liquid Nitrogen
> and
> cheese he eats that makes him also smell like a public loo that
> hasnt
> been cleaned in years and that is bad enough, but his taste in
> fashion is worse he wears: A thong that he only just squezes into
> any
> way, a gorilla vest found in an Aztec temple, a giant moo moo with
> flowers on it, stained with newbie blood and pantha tooth paste and
> a
> paper Pirate's hat made out of card so it cant get wet, but it does
> because he forgot to lick it with his glue stick attactched, dont
> ask, but he likes his glue sticks I can tell you that because he
> hangs around like a giant freak in the corridors waiting for his
> next
> victim of his current murder spree which he is doing because he
> thinks everyone in the world is out to get him and his precious egg
> colection which he has now buried in the sand so people cant steal
> them, but doesnt realise that they will get eaten by himself when he
> is in a drunken rage and when he wansts food, but still he does
> stink
> of the sloppy substance that he calls land slop, its a mixture of
> melted ear wax and other things like his brain.

nice!

El Pinko wrote:
> ÈL ® ö B ì Ñ wrote:
> Silën† Thundêr wrote:
> is all this and more plus he smells of fish!
>
> Some random freak who thinks he is James Bond wants to wash and
> shine
> a sweaty, greasy, Spainish bull fighter with little
> hair an where but under his armpits that smell like an un cleaned
> toilet because its so romantic that he will dance with joy and even
> the pigs will join in and he loves the dirt they have on their
> bodies
> when they have been rolling in maggot ivested own brand manuer that
> was
> made by himself using a paper towel and a lawn mower whilst removing
> a lid from a jam jar containing his own vomit which he is going to
> roll in himself, by doing this he hopes that he will come up with a
> new formula to help with his stoubtness and is tryig to invent that
> using snail poo and a urinating leaf, whilst he makes this new
> formula he wears nothing but a cape and a hat because he feels its
> natural to be naked in a lab full of other men in thongs, they only
> wear these thongs because they were directed to by himself with
> pleasure, many of the workers left, not only because they were
> forced
> to be naked, but because of the smell that was created by not
> washing
> his big toe and now it is rotten and looks like a fired carrot cross
> spud ball, this reminds him of the time he went out on a polar bear
> trek to find a fish in the pub, but ended back on his lawn covered
> in
> mustard which came from the land lord's beard that he had eaten his
> way through with delight because he managed to find an ants nest in
> there and he began to eat his way through them before he had to go
> home on his polar bear which was now complaining about the smell he
> was producing because he got excited over meeting a female ant with
> a
> big butt which he found very attractive because it kept soiling
> itself with pleasure and at the time it wasnt wearing pants so he
> thought he would have a free meal, but instead he ended up with a
> mouth full of scalp flakes, but he still found it tasty because of
> its rich nutrients found when you cook the flakes at One hundred
> degrees under an oven, once the nutrients are released they must be
> eaten fast other wise he will get a stomach pain like the time he
> ate
> to much cheese cake and had to find a belt bigger enough to fit into
> and so found the biggest size he could, 'Equator' but this still
> wasnt big enough for him because he was just to fat and felt like he
> had to eat more and more food and this made a hell of a smell in his
> kitchen because he was so fat that he cant get through the door and
> so is living in his own filth which he finds quite enlightening
> because of the fumes created my his own body which smell like
> methane
> and an oily solution that wont leave the room, possibly because he
> is
> blocking all the ventalation with his fat which is now the same
> material which is used on weather balloons and other large objects,
> some people say that his fat is actually worth loads of money, but
> he
> cant get out of the door to sell his own body grease and so is
> struglling to breath because his fumes are now getting worse and
> worse and worse and smells like its been there for years rotting
> like
> a bad apple in a suitcase full of magical beans that he stole from a
> mad woman who had fallen down the stairs in a mad drunken rage full
> of flies and maggots which he began to eat because he found them to
> nice to stop and he was the one who started the phrase 'once you pop
> you just cant stop' but it was different because his one involved
> flies and a cow which was found in his shed after he had danced the
> night away with a stray cat and a mongoose after his close dancing
> with the two animals he smelt extremly bad like a steaming pile of
> cow dung and also looks like a leather hand bag full of deer
> droppings which were actually found in a park full of moles and
> butterflies because it was there on a picnic with him for some
> reason, but it did manage to make him look worse then he already is,
> a hand bag full of cow dung, a tyre full with honey and magical
> bees,
> a hamster which was on a field trip, part of a tractor, the wheel we
> believe and an eye ball which continues to watch him every night
> when
> he thinks he is alone in his cellar full of cheap booze which was
> stolen from a mad Dutch turkey named Bo Bo, also in his cellar there
> are many different things such as wild bird droppings, a random
> cable
> that leads to no where and a statue of a donkey who is from
> Australia
> and he worships it every night for only one reason, for company
> which
> he doesnt get very often ever since he discovered that he had fleas
> living with him and he only wants fleas if they are going to be a
> good meal, but if they arent going to be they might as well leave to
> Russia because he only likes Russian head lice any way because they
> taste delicious when they are frozen because it really allows the
> falvours out of the corpse that are only released when he finds the
> heart of the flea or when he dances with them all night, but this
> option leaves him tired and wanting beer and deer that can be often
> found in his dumpster alone, he ha tried to decorate it, but the
> slimy substance on the walls doesnt allow him to do so, but he did
> manage to get a picture of his partner up once he is called Bert, he
> is a hobo with a beard full of food and other sticky substances that
> he enjoys fishing for and searching and rescuing dolphins from his
> beard where he has a lot of saliva stored because he tends to drool
> rather often and this created a pool where the dolphins live, but
> agaisnt their owners wish they are now being eaten by him on a plate
> with a side serving of a rare bird that only appears in swamps, so
> in
> his home, the swamp of doom, it has many visits from this bird and
> is
> hunted by him every blue moon and every blue moon he comes out and
> worships the devil so he gets bad fortune the next day and tries to
> blam it on that evil looking hamster who is actually cute and now as
> I write is being eaten by him and he is leaving parts of it, special
> parts, for later when he is alone in his cellar full of chicken
> feathers, burnt methane solids, liquid nitrogen for freezing his
> hair
> when he cant afford jel and a camera crew that he kidnapped from the
> super market who were making a program about hair and he was there
> looking at them very oddly because they were not as fat as himself,
> owned a lawn mower that he wanted to ride down an elavator, owned a
> pet rat with a parrot on its shoulder that he thought was a meal and
> had hair jel he wanted this because he was sick and tired of using
> Nitrogen for this job because of the effects it has on his brain as
> well, he blames it on the ice cream but it is the liquid Nitrogen
> and
> cheese he eats that makes him also smell like a public loo that
> hasnt
> been cleaned in years and that is bad enough, but his taste in
> fashion is worse he wears: A thong that he only just squezes into
> any
> way, a gorilla vest found in an Aztec temple, a giant moo moo with
> flowers on it, stained with newbie blood and pantha tooth paste and
> a
> paper Pirate's hat made out of card so it cant get wet, but it does
> because he forgot to lick it with his glue stick attactched, dont
> ask, but he likes his glue sticks I can tell you that because he
> hangs around like a giant freak in the corridors waiting for his
> next
> victim of his current murder spree which he is doing because he
> thinks everyone in the world is out to get him and his precious egg
> colection which he has now buried in the sand so people cant steal
> them, but doesnt realise that they will get eaten by himself when he
> is in a drunken rage and when he wansts food, but still he does
> stink
> of the sloppy substance that he calls land slop, its a mixture of
> melted ear wax and other things like his brain.
>
> I think I understand...

Has anyone read all this?

Heh. :D

ÈL ® ö B ì Ñ wrote:
> Silën† Thundêr wrote:
> is all this and more plus he smells of fish!
>
> Some random freak who thinks he is James Bond wants to wash and
> shine
> a sweaty, greasy, Spainish bull fighter with little
> hair an where but under his armpits that smell like an un cleaned
> toilet because its so romantic that he will dance with joy and even
> the pigs will join in and he loves the dirt they have on their
> bodies
> when they have been rolling in maggot ivested own brand manuer that
> was
> made by himself using a paper towel and a lawn mower whilst removing
> a lid from a jam jar containing his own vomit which he is going to
> roll in himself, by doing this he hopes that he will come up with a
> new formula to help with his stoubtness and is tryig to invent that
> using snail poo and a urinating leaf, whilst he makes this new
> formula he wears nothing but a cape and a hat because he feels its
> natural to be naked in a lab full of other men in thongs, they only
> wear these thongs because they were directed to by himself with
> pleasure, many of the workers left, not only because they were
> forced
> to be naked, but because of the smell that was created by not
> washing
> his big toe and now it is rotten and looks like a fired carrot cross
> spud ball, this reminds him of the time he went out on a polar bear
> trek to find a fish in the pub, but ended back on his lawn covered
> in
> mustard which came from the land lord's beard that he had eaten his
> way through with delight because he managed to find an ants nest in
> there and he began to eat his way through them before he had to go
> home on his polar bear which was now complaining about the smell he
> was producing because he got excited over meeting a female ant with
> a
> big butt which he found very attractive because it kept soiling
> itself with pleasure and at the time it wasnt wearing pants so he
> thought he would have a free meal, but instead he ended up with a
> mouth full of scalp flakes, but he still found it tasty because of
> its rich nutrients found when you cook the flakes at One hundred
> degrees under an oven, once the nutrients are released they must be
> eaten fast other wise he will get a stomach pain like the time he
> ate
> to much cheese cake and had to find a belt bigger enough to fit into
> and so found the biggest size he could, 'Equator' but this still
> wasnt big enough for him because he was just to fat and felt like he
> had to eat more and more food and this made a hell of a smell in his
> kitchen because he was so fat that he cant get through the door and
> so is living in his own filth which he finds quite enlightening
> because of the fumes created my his own body which smell like
> methane
> and an oily solution that wont leave the room, possibly because he
> is
> blocking all the ventalation with his fat which is now the same
> material which is used on weather balloons and other large objects,
> some people say that his fat is actually worth loads of money, but
> he
> cant get out of the door to sell his own body grease and so is
> struglling to breath because his fumes are now getting worse and
> worse and worse and smells like its been there for years rotting
> like
> a bad apple in a suitcase full of magical beans that he stole from a
> mad woman who had fallen down the stairs in a mad drunken rage full
> of flies and maggots which he began to eat because he found them to
> nice to stop and he was the one who started the phrase 'once you pop
> you just cant stop' but it was different because his one involved
> flies and a cow which was found in his shed after he had danced the
> night away with a stray cat and a mongoose after his close dancing
> with the two animals he smelt extremly bad like a steaming pile of
> cow dung and also looks like a leather hand bag full of deer
> droppings which were actually found in a park full of moles and
> butterflies because it was there on a picnic with him for some
> reason, but it did manage to make him look worse then he already is,
> a hand bag full of cow dung, a tyre full with honey and magical
> bees,
> a hamster which was on a field trip, part of a tractor, the wheel we
> believe and an eye ball which continues to watch him every night
> when
> he thinks he is alone in his cellar full of cheap booze which was
> stolen from a mad Dutch turkey named Bo Bo, also in his cellar there
> are many different things such as wild bird droppings, a random
> cable
> that leads to no where and a statue of a donkey who is from
> Australia
> and he worships it every night for only one reason, for company
> which
> he doesnt get very often ever since he discovered that he had fleas
> living with him and he only wants fleas if they are going to be a
> good meal, but if they arent going to be they might as well leave to
> Russia because he only likes Russian head lice any way because they
> taste delicious when they are frozen because it really allows the
> falvours out of the corpse that are only released when he finds the
> heart of the flea or when he dances with them all night, but this
> option leaves him tired and wanting beer and deer that can be often
> found in his dumpster alone, he ha tried to decorate it, but the
> slimy substance on the walls doesnt allow him to do so, but he did
> manage to get a picture of his partner up once he is called Bert, he
> is a hobo with a beard full of food and other sticky substances that
> he enjoys fishing for and searching and rescuing dolphins from his
> beard where he has a lot of saliva stored because he tends to drool
> rather often and this created a pool where the dolphins live, but
> agaisnt their owners wish they are now being eaten by him on a plate
> with a side serving of a rare bird that only appears in swamps, so
> in
> his home, the swamp of doom, it has many visits from this bird and
> is
> hunted by him every blue moon and every blue moon he comes out and
> worships the devil so he gets bad fortune the next day and tries to
> blam it on that evil looking hamster who is actually cute and now as
> I write is being eaten by him and he is leaving parts of it, special
> parts, for later when he is alone in his cellar full of chicken
> feathers, burnt methane solids, liquid nitrogen for freezing his
> hair
> when he cant afford jel and a camera crew that he kidnapped from the
> super market who were making a program about hair and he was there
> looking at them very oddly because they were not as fat as himself,
> owned a lawn mower that he wanted to ride down an elavator, owned a
> pet rat with a parrot on its shoulder that he thought was a meal and
> had hair jel he wanted this because he was sick and tired of using
> Nitrogen for this job because of the effects it has on his brain as
> well, he blames it on the ice cream but it is the liquid Nitrogen
> and
> cheese he eats that makes him also smell like a public loo that
> hasnt
> been cleaned in years and that is bad enough, but his taste in
> fashion is worse he wears: A thong that he only just squezes into
> any
> way, a gorilla vest found in an Aztec temple, a giant moo moo with
> flowers on it, stained with newbie blood and pantha tooth paste and
> a
> paper Pirate's hat made out of card so it cant get wet, but it does
> because he forgot to lick it with his glue stick attactched, dont
> ask, but he likes his glue sticks I can tell you that because he
> hangs around like a giant freak in the corridors waiting for his
> next
> victim of his current murder spree which he is doing because he
> thinks everyone in the world is out to get him and his precious egg
> colection which he has now buried in the sand so people cant steal
> them, but doesnt realise that they will get eaten by himself when he
> is in a drunken rage and when he wansts food, but still he does
> stink
> of the sloppy substance that he calls land slop, its a mixture of
> melted ear wax and other things like his brain.

I think I understand...

Silën† Thundêr wrote:
> is all this and more plus he smells of fish!
>
> Some random freak who thinks he is James Bond wants to wash and shine
> a sweaty, greasy, Spainish bull fighter with little
> hair an where but under his armpits that smell like an un cleaned
> toilet because its so romantic that he will dance with joy and even
> the pigs will join in and he loves the dirt they have on their bodies
> when they have been rolling in maggot ivested own brand manuer that
> was
> made by himself using a paper towel and a lawn mower whilst removing
> a lid from a jam jar containing his own vomit which he is going to
> roll in himself, by doing this he hopes that he will come up with a
> new formula to help with his stoubtness and is tryig to invent that
> using snail poo and a urinating leaf, whilst he makes this new
> formula he wears nothing but a cape and a hat because he feels its
> natural to be naked in a lab full of other men in thongs, they only
> wear these thongs because they were directed to by himself with
> pleasure, many of the workers left, not only because they were forced
> to be naked, but because of the smell that was created by not washing
> his big toe and now it is rotten and looks like a fired carrot cross
> spud ball, this reminds him of the time he went out on a polar bear
> trek to find a fish in the pub, but ended back on his lawn covered in
> mustard which came from the land lord's beard that he had eaten his
> way through with delight because he managed to find an ants nest in
> there and he began to eat his way through them before he had to go
> home on his polar bear which was now complaining about the smell he
> was producing because he got excited over meeting a female ant with a
> big butt which he found very attractive because it kept soiling
> itself with pleasure and at the time it wasnt wearing pants so he
> thought he would have a free meal, but instead he ended up with a
> mouth full of scalp flakes, but he still found it tasty because of
> its rich nutrients found when you cook the flakes at One hundred
> degrees under an oven, once the nutrients are released they must be
> eaten fast other wise he will get a stomach pain like the time he ate
> to much cheese cake and had to find a belt bigger enough to fit into
> and so found the biggest size he could, 'Equator' but this still
> wasnt big enough for him because he was just to fat and felt like he
> had to eat more and more food and this made a hell of a smell in his
> kitchen because he was so fat that he cant get through the door and
> so is living in his own filth which he finds quite enlightening
> because of the fumes created my his own body which smell like methane
> and an oily solution that wont leave the room, possibly because he is
> blocking all the ventalation with his fat which is now the same
> material which is used on weather balloons and other large objects,
> some people say that his fat is actually worth loads of money, but he
> cant get out of the door to sell his own body grease and so is
> struglling to breath because his fumes are now getting worse and
> worse and worse and smells like its been there for years rotting like
> a bad apple in a suitcase full of magical beans that he stole from a
> mad woman who had fallen down the stairs in a mad drunken rage full
> of flies and maggots which he began to eat because he found them to
> nice to stop and he was the one who started the phrase 'once you pop
> you just cant stop' but it was different because his one involved
> flies and a cow which was found in his shed after he had danced the
> night away with a stray cat and a mongoose after his close dancing
> with the two animals he smelt extremly bad like a steaming pile of
> cow dung and also looks like a leather hand bag full of deer
> droppings which were actually found in a park full of moles and
> butterflies because it was there on a picnic with him for some
> reason, but it did manage to make him look worse then he already is,
> a hand bag full of cow dung, a tyre full with honey and magical bees,
> a hamster which was on a field trip, part of a tractor, the wheel we
> believe and an eye ball which continues to watch him every night when
> he thinks he is alone in his cellar full of cheap booze which was
> stolen from a mad Dutch turkey named Bo Bo, also in his cellar there
> are many different things such as wild bird droppings, a random cable
> that leads to no where and a statue of a donkey who is from Australia
> and he worships it every night for only one reason, for company which
> he doesnt get very often ever since he discovered that he had fleas
> living with him and he only wants fleas if they are going to be a
> good meal, but if they arent going to be they might as well leave to
> Russia because he only likes Russian head lice any way because they
> taste delicious when they are frozen because it really allows the
> falvours out of the corpse that are only released when he finds the
> heart of the flea or when he dances with them all night, but this
> option leaves him tired and wanting beer and deer that can be often
> found in his dumpster alone, he ha tried to decorate it, but the
> slimy substance on the walls doesnt allow him to do so, but he did
> manage to get a picture of his partner up once he is called Bert, he
> is a hobo with a beard full of food and other sticky substances that
> he enjoys fishing for and searching and rescuing dolphins from his
> beard where he has a lot of saliva stored because he tends to drool
> rather often and this created a pool where the dolphins live, but
> agaisnt their owners wish they are now being eaten by him on a plate
> with a side serving of a rare bird that only appears in swamps, so in
> his home, the swamp of doom, it has many visits from this bird and is
> hunted by him every blue moon and every blue moon he comes out and
> worships the devil so he gets bad fortune the next day and tries to
> blam it on that evil looking hamster who is actually cute and now as
> I write is being eaten by him and he is leaving parts of it, special
> parts, for later when he is alone in his cellar full of chicken
> feathers, burnt methane solids, liquid nitrogen for freezing his hair
> when he cant afford jel and a camera crew that he kidnapped from the
> super market who were making a program about hair and he was there
> looking at them very oddly because they were not as fat as himself,
> owned a lawn mower that he wanted to ride down an elavator, owned a
> pet rat with a parrot on its shoulder that he thought was a meal and
> had hair jel he wanted this because he was sick and tired of using
> Nitrogen for this job because of the effects it has on his brain as
> well, he blames it on the ice cream but it is the liquid Nitrogen and
> cheese he eats that makes him also smell like a public loo that hasnt
> been cleaned in years and that is bad enough, but his taste in
> fashion is worse he wears: A thong that he only just squezes into any
> way, a gorilla vest found in an Aztec temple, a giant moo moo with
> flowers on it, stained with newbie blood and pantha tooth paste and a
> paper Pirate's hat made out of card so it cant get wet, but it does
> because he forgot to lick it with his glue stick attactched, dont
> ask, but he likes his glue sticks I can tell you that because he
> hangs around like a giant freak in the corridors waiting for his next
> victim of his current murder spree which he is doing because he
> thinks everyone in the world is out to get him and his precious egg
> colection which he has now buried in the sand so people cant steal
> them, but doesnt realise that they will get eaten by himself when he
> is in a drunken rage and when he wansts food, but still he does stink
> of the sloppy substance that he calls land slop, its a mixture of
> melted ear wax and other things like his brain.

Paradox: wrote:
> Doesn't Silent Thunder's spam overwhelm the childishness of this
> 'prank' with uttermost stupidity?

I was only meant to post it once, just for a bit of friendly mocking towards 'Mr Smuggly' But I posted it twice, I apoligise.

Der Nazi wrote:
> King SPAM The 5th wrote:
> help i'm am so lost where am i,
>
> mummy do my shoes look big in the thread?
>
> What in God's name have you been smoking?

well you know the cheese your feet form after not washing for a while well i havent been washing for 3 years so today i removed said cheese rolled it in a joint and gave it a good puff

King SPAM The 5th wrote:
> help i'm am so lost where am i,
>
> mummy do my shoes look big in the thread?

What in God's name have you been smoking?

help i'm am so lost where am i,

mummy do my shoes look big in the thread?

Were am I?? How did i get here.

Help.