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Post by racssirt on Sept 19, 2006 17:25:58 GMT
Many years ago I saw the biggest and ugliest pair of old trolls lying under my next door neighbours mini van. So I decided to take out my big hammer and a chisel. I put on my wellies and my chequered housecoat and then I slapped him about the face with a large trout.
Now why on Earth did I use that when I had the 18 inch spanner in my pants? He said worriedly. Oh yes, because I couldn't find my flying pie.
Anyway off I went to the local paper shop to get some strawberry flavoured gum, but it seemed like it was raspberry flavoured instead. I went back to the manager and grabbed him by the ears. I
grabbed them so tightly that one came off, but a new finger grew there. The manager was a big green, ugly nurgle worshipper with maggots for eyes and earwigs for his teeth, big tentacles hung from his nose and he wore huge fake titties over a T-shirt which was covered by cream pie. The T-shirt slogan was crudely painted and it said "Wet Me Baby". So then I pulled out my super soaker water gun and blasted it all over his huge, ugly sweaty green buttocks. At this, the manager gave me my Beano comic and hit me about the face with a feather duster that had somehow accumulated several layers of sticky-backed pink plastic. A big frog which had sat on my shoulder had left a pile of brownish mud like substance there. It jumped through a hole in a polo and turned into a eye-burster, which subsequently got eaten in one gulp. A cheese wheel and biscuit cart rolled out of a big black plastic bin liner, which flew from the top of a Led Zeppelin.
Jimmy Page and curley haired geezer in spandex trousers went to see the wizard. The wizard said, "You must go to California and play softball with Old Eyes and his eight legged friends," he boomed. "Then go and see Peter Jackson to sign up for a subscription to a really wierd sci-fi magazine called "Sofa Collectors Monthly". Finally, go and jump off a oil-covered barrel into the spicy Ninja Dojo of Hong Kong Fuey located in Shangai and give the Sensei a slap." So after that I flew away and saw a big red pigeon. "What are you flying for?" "I am going to find my brother's big red fluffy hairy dog so that I can take it to a place that makes wooden train wheels, felt tip pens and crocodile skin shoes. Lastly I am going to run to the huge doughnut making factory and swim in a lake of icing sugar which smells like lemon sherbert and Homer's left thumb, combined with some disturbingly shaped blue French cheese." "Oh my God that is soooo awesome!" was the last words Santa said before he left a thermo-nuclear device on the toilet inside a large Gnome's woolly undervest. It went round
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Post by mutantpotato on Sept 20, 2006 5:59:47 GMT
Many years ago I saw the biggest and ugliest pair of old trolls lying under my next door neighbours mini van. So I decided to take out my big hammer and a chisel. I put on my wellies and my chequered housecoat and then I slapped him about the face with a large trout.
Now why on Earth did I use that when I had the 18 inch spanner in my pants? He said worriedly. Oh yes, because I couldn't find my flying pie.
Anyway off I went to the local paper shop to get some strawberry flavoured gum, but it seemed like it was raspberry flavoured instead. I went back to the manager and grabbed him by the ears. I
grabbed them so tightly that one came off, but a new finger grew there. The manager was a big green, ugly nurgle worshipper with maggots for eyes and earwigs for his teeth, big tentacles hung from his nose and he wore huge fake titties over a T-shirt which was covered by cream pie. The T-shirt slogan was crudely painted and it said "Wet Me Baby". So then I pulled out my super soaker water gun and blasted it all over his huge, ugly sweaty green buttocks. At this, the manager gave me my Beano comic and hit me about the face with a feather duster that had somehow accumulated several layers of sticky-backed pink plastic. A big frog which had sat on my shoulder had left a pile of brownish mud like substance there. It jumped through a hole in a polo and turned into a eye-burster, which subsequently got eaten in one gulp. A cheese wheel and biscuit cart rolled out of a big black plastic bin liner, which flew from the top of a Led Zeppelin.
Jimmy Page and curley haired geezer in spandex trousers went to see the wizard. The wizard said, "You must go to California and play softball with Old Eyes and his eight legged friends," he boomed. "Then go and see Peter Jackson to sign up for a subscription to a really wierd sci-fi magazine called "Sofa Collectors Monthly". Finally, go and jump off a oil-covered barrel into the spicy Ninja Dojo of Hong Kong Fuey located in Shangai and give the Sensei a slap." So after that I flew away and saw a big red pigeon. "What are you flying for?" "I am going to find my brother's big red fluffy hairy dog so that I can take it to a place that makes wooden train wheels, felt tip pens and crocodile skin shoes. Lastly I am going to run to the huge doughnut making factory and swim in a lake of icing sugar which smells like lemon sherbert and Homer's left thumb, combined with some disturbingly shaped blue French cheese." "Oh my God that is soooo awesome!" was the last words Santa said before he left a thermo-nuclear device on the toilet inside a large Gnome's woolly undervest. It went round the corner of a
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Post by mattofmirkwood on Nov 25, 2006 17:04:58 GMT
Many years ago I saw the biggest and ugliest pair of old trolls lying under my next door neighbours mini van. So I decided to take out my big hammer and a chisel. I put on my wellies and my chequered housecoat and then I slapped him about the face with a large trout.
Now why on Earth did I use that when I had the 18 inch spanner in my pants? He said worriedly. Oh yes, because I couldn't find my flying pie.
Anyway off I went to the local paper shop to get some strawberry flavoured gum, but it seemed like it was raspberry flavoured instead. I went back to the manager and grabbed him by the ears. I
grabbed them so tightly that one came off, but a new finger grew there. The manager was a big green, ugly nurgle worshipper with maggots for eyes and earwigs for his teeth, big tentacles hung from his nose and he wore huge fake titties over a T-shirt which was covered by cream pie. The T-shirt slogan was crudely painted and it said "Wet Me Baby". So then I pulled out my super soaker water gun and blasted it all over his huge, ugly sweaty green buttocks. At this, the manager gave me my Beano comic and hit me about the face with a feather duster that had somehow accumulated several layers of sticky-backed pink plastic. A big frog which had sat on my shoulder had left a pile of brownish mud like substance there. It jumped through a hole in a polo and turned into a eye-burster, which subsequently got eaten in one gulp. A cheese wheel and biscuit cart rolled out of a big black plastic bin liner, which flew from the top of a Led Zeppelin.
Jimmy Page and curley haired geezer in spandex trousers went to see the wizard. The wizard said, "You must go to California and play softball with Old Eyes and his eight legged friends," he boomed. "Then go and see Peter Jackson to sign up for a subscription to a really wierd sci-fi magazine called "Sofa Collectors Monthly". Finally, go and jump off a oil-covered barrel into the spicy Ninja Dojo of Hong Kong Fuey located in Shangai and give the Sensei a slap." So after that I flew away and saw a big red pigeon. "What are you flying for?" "I am going to find my brother's big red fluffy hairy dog so that I can take it to a place that makes wooden train wheels, felt tip pens and crocodile skin shoes. Lastly I am going to run to the huge doughnut making factory and swim in a lake of icing sugar which smells like lemon sherbert and Homer's left thumb, combined with some disturbingly shaped blue French cheese." "Oh my God that is soooo awesome!" was the last words Santa said before he left a thermo-nuclear device on the toilet inside a large Gnome's woolly undervest. It went round the corner of a conveniently placed wall
(Woot! I saved this from page 3).
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Post by racssirt on Nov 25, 2006 18:12:41 GMT
Many years ago I saw the biggest and ugliest pair of old trolls lying under my next door neighbours mini van. So I decided to take out my big hammer and a chisel. I put on my wellies and my chequered housecoat and then I slapped him about the face with a large trout.
Now why on Earth did I use that when I had the 18 inch spanner in my pants? He said worriedly. Oh yes, because I couldn't find my flying pie.
Anyway off I went to the local paper shop to get some strawberry flavoured gum, but it seemed like it was raspberry flavoured instead. I went back to the manager and grabbed him by the ears. I
grabbed them so tightly that one came off, but a new finger grew there. The manager was a big green, ugly nurgle worshipper with maggots for eyes and earwigs for his teeth, big tentacles hung from his nose and he wore huge fake titties over a T-shirt which was covered by cream pie. The T-shirt slogan was crudely painted and it said "Wet Me Baby". So then I pulled out my super soaker water gun and blasted it all over his huge, ugly sweaty green buttocks. At this, the manager gave me my Beano comic and hit me about the face with a feather duster that had somehow accumulated several layers of sticky-backed pink plastic. A big frog which had sat on my shoulder had left a pile of brownish mud like substance there. It jumped through a hole in a polo and turned into a eye-burster, which subsequently got eaten in one gulp. A cheese wheel and biscuit cart rolled out of a big black plastic bin liner, which flew from the top of a Led Zeppelin.
Jimmy Page and curley haired geezer in spandex trousers went to see the wizard. The wizard said, "You must go to California and play softball with Old Eyes and his eight legged friends," he boomed. "Then go and see Peter Jackson to sign up for a subscription to a really wierd sci-fi magazine called "Sofa Collectors Monthly". Finally, go and jump off a oil-covered barrel into the spicy Ninja Dojo of Hong Kong Fuey located in Shangai and give the Sensei a slap." So after that I flew away and saw a big red pigeon. "What are you flying for?" "I am going to find my brother's big red fluffy hairy dog so that I can take it to a place that makes wooden train wheels, felt tip pens and crocodile skin shoes. Lastly I am going to run to the huge doughnut making factory and swim in a lake of icing sugar which smells like lemon sherbert and Homer's left thumb, combined with some disturbingly shaped blue French cheese." "Oh my God that is soooo awesome!" was the last words Santa said before he left a thermo-nuclear device on the toilet inside a large Gnome's woolly undervest. It went round the corner of a conveniently placed wall of green women
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Post by Tim C on Nov 25, 2006 18:24:53 GMT
Many years ago I saw the biggest and ugliest pair of old trolls lying under my next door neighbours mini van. So I decided to take out my big hammer and a chisel. I put on my wellies and my chequered housecoat and then I slapped him about the face with a large trout.
Now why on Earth did I use that when I had the 18 inch spanner in my pants? He said worriedly. Oh yes, because I couldn't find my flying pie.
Anyway off I went to the local paper shop to get some strawberry flavoured gum, but it seemed like it was raspberry flavoured instead. I went back to the manager and grabbed him by the ears. I
grabbed them so tightly that one came off, but a new finger grew there. The manager was a big green, ugly nurgle worshipper with maggots for eyes and earwigs for his teeth, big tentacles hung from his nose and he wore huge fake titties over a T-shirt which was covered by cream pie. The T-shirt slogan was crudely painted and it said "Wet Me Baby". So then I pulled out my super soaker water gun and blasted it all over his huge, ugly sweaty green buttocks. At this, the manager gave me my Beano comic and hit me about the face with a feather duster that had somehow accumulated several layers of sticky-backed pink plastic. A big frog which had sat on my shoulder had left a pile of brownish mud like substance there. It jumped through a hole in a polo and turned into a eye-burster, which subsequently got eaten in one gulp. A cheese wheel and biscuit cart rolled out of a big black plastic bin liner, which flew from the top of a Led Zeppelin.
Jimmy Page and curley haired geezer in spandex trousers went to see the wizard. The wizard said, "You must go to California and play softball with Old Eyes and his eight legged friends," he boomed. "Then go and see Peter Jackson to sign up for a subscription to a really wierd sci-fi magazine called "Sofa Collectors Monthly". Finally, go and jump off a oil-covered barrel into the spicy Ninja Dojo of Hong Kong Fuey located in Shangai and give the Sensei a slap." So after that I flew away and saw a big red pigeon. "What are you flying for?" "I am going to find my brother's big red fluffy hairy dog so that I can take it to a place that makes wooden train wheels, felt tip pens and crocodile skin shoes. Lastly I am going to run to the huge doughnut making factory and swim in a lake of icing sugar which smells like lemon sherbert and Homer's left thumb, combined with some disturbingly shaped blue French cheese." "Oh my God that is soooo awesome!" was the last words Santa said before he left a thermo-nuclear device on the toilet inside a large Gnome's woolly undervest. It went round the corner of a conveniently placed wall of green women with four arms
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Post by mattofmirkwood on Nov 25, 2006 19:36:44 GMT
Many years ago I saw the biggest and ugliest pair of old trolls lying under my next door neighbours mini van. So I decided to take out my big hammer and a chisel. I put on my wellies and my chequered housecoat and then I slapped him about the face with a large trout.
Now why on Earth did I use that when I had the 18 inch spanner in my pants? He said worriedly. Oh yes, because I couldn't find my flying pie.
Anyway off I went to the local paper shop to get some strawberry flavoured gum, but it seemed like it was raspberry flavoured instead. I went back to the manager and grabbed him by the ears. I
grabbed them so tightly that one came off, but a new finger grew there. The manager was a big green, ugly nurgle worshipper with maggots for eyes and earwigs for his teeth, big tentacles hung from his nose and he wore huge fake titties over a T-shirt which was covered by cream pie. The T-shirt slogan was crudely painted and it said "Wet Me Baby". So then I pulled out my super soaker water gun and blasted it all over his huge, ugly sweaty green buttocks. At this, the manager gave me my Beano comic and hit me about the face with a feather duster that had somehow accumulated several layers of sticky-backed pink plastic. A big frog which had sat on my shoulder had left a pile of brownish mud like substance there. It jumped through a hole in a polo and turned into a eye-burster, which subsequently got eaten in one gulp. A cheese wheel and biscuit cart rolled out of a big black plastic bin liner, which flew from the top of a Led Zeppelin.
Jimmy Page and curley haired geezer in spandex trousers went to see the wizard. The wizard said, "You must go to California and play softball with Old Eyes and his eight legged friends," he boomed. "Then go and see Peter Jackson to sign up for a subscription to a really wierd sci-fi magazine called "Sofa Collectors Monthly". Finally, go and jump off a oil-covered barrel into the spicy Ninja Dojo of Hong Kong Fuey located in Shangai and give the Sensei a slap." So after that I flew away and saw a big red pigeon. "What are you flying for?" "I am going to find my brother's big red fluffy hairy dog so that I can take it to a place that makes wooden train wheels, felt tip pens and crocodile skin shoes. Lastly I am going to run to the huge doughnut making factory and swim in a lake of icing sugar which smells like lemon sherbert and Homer's left thumb, combined with some disturbingly shaped blue French cheese." "Oh my God that is soooo awesome!" was the last words Santa said before he left a thermo-nuclear device on the toilet inside a large Gnome's woolly undervest. It went round the corner of a conveniently placed wall of green women with four arms and 6 legs.
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Post by mutantpotato on Nov 25, 2006 20:04:07 GMT
Many years ago I saw the biggest and ugliest pair of old trolls lying under my next door neighbours mini van. So I decided to take out my big hammer and a chisel. I put on my wellies and my chequered housecoat and then I slapped him about the face with a large trout.
Now why on Earth did I use that when I had the 18 inch spanner in my pants? He said worriedly. Oh yes, because I couldn't find my flying pie.
Anyway off I went to the local paper shop to get some strawberry flavoured gum, but it seemed like it was raspberry flavoured instead. I went back to the manager and grabbed him by the ears. I
grabbed them so tightly that one came off, but a new finger grew there. The manager was a big green, ugly nurgle worshipper with maggots for eyes and earwigs for his teeth, big tentacles hung from his nose and he wore huge fake titties over a T-shirt which was covered by cream pie. The T-shirt slogan was crudely painted and it said "Wet Me Baby". So then I pulled out my super soaker water gun and blasted it all over his huge, ugly sweaty green buttocks. At this, the manager gave me my Beano comic and hit me about the face with a feather duster that had somehow accumulated several layers of sticky-backed pink plastic. A big frog which had sat on my shoulder had left a pile of brownish mud like substance there. It jumped through a hole in a polo and turned into a eye-burster, which subsequently got eaten in one gulp. A cheese wheel and biscuit cart rolled out of a big black plastic bin liner, which flew from the top of a Led Zeppelin.
Jimmy Page and curley haired geezer in spandex trousers went to see the wizard. The wizard said, "You must go to California and play softball with Old Eyes and his eight legged friends," he boomed. "Then go and see Peter Jackson to sign up for a subscription to a really wierd sci-fi magazine called "Sofa Collectors Monthly". Finally, go and jump off a oil-covered barrel into the spicy Ninja Dojo of Hong Kong Fuey located in Shangai and give the Sensei a slap." So after that I flew away and saw a big red pigeon. "What are you flying for?" "I am going to find my brother's big red fluffy hairy dog so that I can take it to a place that makes wooden train wheels, felt tip pens and crocodile skin shoes. Lastly I am going to run to the huge doughnut making factory and swim in a lake of icing sugar which smells like lemon sherbert and Homer's left thumb, combined with some disturbingly shaped blue French cheese." "Oh my God that is soooo awesome!" was the last words Santa said before he left a thermo-nuclear device on the toilet inside a large Gnome's woolly undervest. It went round the corner of a conveniently placed wall of green women with four arms and 6 legs. Then suddenly a
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Post by mattofmirkwood on Nov 25, 2006 20:11:25 GMT
Many years ago I saw the biggest and ugliest pair of old trolls lying under my next door neighbours mini van. So I decided to take out my big hammer and a chisel. I put on my wellies and my chequered housecoat and then I slapped him about the face with a large trout.
Now why on Earth did I use that when I had the 18 inch spanner in my pants? He said worriedly. Oh yes, because I couldn't find my flying pie.
Anyway off I went to the local paper shop to get some strawberry flavoured gum, but it seemed like it was raspberry flavoured instead. I went back to the manager and grabbed him by the ears. I
grabbed them so tightly that one came off, but a new finger grew there. The manager was a big green, ugly nurgle worshipper with maggots for eyes and earwigs for his teeth, big tentacles hung from his nose and he wore huge fake titties over a T-shirt which was covered by cream pie. The T-shirt slogan was crudely painted and it said "Wet Me Baby". So then I pulled out my super soaker water gun and blasted it all over his huge, ugly sweaty green buttocks. At this, the manager gave me my Beano comic and hit me about the face with a feather duster that had somehow accumulated several layers of sticky-backed pink plastic. A big frog which had sat on my shoulder had left a pile of brownish mud like substance there. It jumped through a hole in a polo and turned into a eye-burster, which subsequently got eaten in one gulp. A cheese wheel and biscuit cart rolled out of a big black plastic bin liner, which flew from the top of a Led Zeppelin.
Jimmy Page and curley haired geezer in spandex trousers went to see the wizard. The wizard said, "You must go to California and play softball with Old Eyes and his eight legged friends," he boomed. "Then go and see Peter Jackson to sign up for a subscription to a really wierd sci-fi magazine called "Sofa Collectors Monthly". Finally, go and jump off a oil-covered barrel into the spicy Ninja Dojo of Hong Kong Fuey located in Shangai and give the Sensei a slap." So after that I flew away and saw a big red pigeon. "What are you flying for?" "I am going to find my brother's big red fluffy hairy dog so that I can take it to a place that makes wooden train wheels, felt tip pens and crocodile skin shoes. Lastly I am going to run to the huge doughnut making factory and swim in a lake of icing sugar which smells like lemon sherbert and Homer's left thumb, combined with some disturbingly shaped blue French cheese." "Oh my God that is soooo awesome!" was the last words Santa said before he left a thermo-nuclear device on the toilet inside a large Gnome's woolly undervest. It went round the corner of a conveniently placed wall of green women with four arms and 6 legs. Then suddenly a small unsuspecting hobbit
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Post by bruenor on Nov 25, 2006 21:48:47 GMT
Many years ago I saw the biggest and ugliest pair of old trolls lying under my next door neighbours mini van. So I decided to take out my big hammer and a chisel. I put on my wellies and my chequered housecoat and then I slapped him about the face with a large trout.
Now why on Earth did I use that when I had the 18 inch spanner in my pants? He said worriedly. Oh yes, because I couldn't find my flying pie.
Anyway off I went to the local paper shop to get some strawberry flavoured gum, but it seemed like it was raspberry flavoured instead. I went back to the manager and grabbed him by the ears. I
grabbed them so tightly that one came off, but a new finger grew there. The manager was a big green, ugly nurgle worshipper with maggots for eyes and earwigs for his teeth, big tentacles hung from his nose and he wore huge fake titties over a T-shirt which was covered by cream pie. The T-shirt slogan was crudely painted and it said "Wet Me Baby". So then I pulled out my super soaker water gun and blasted it all over his huge, ugly sweaty green buttocks. At this, the manager gave me my Beano comic and hit me about the face with a feather duster that had somehow accumulated several layers of sticky-backed pink plastic. A big frog which had sat on my shoulder had left a pile of brownish mud like substance there. It jumped through a hole in a polo and turned into a eye-burster, which subsequently got eaten in one gulp. A cheese wheel and biscuit cart rolled out of a big black plastic bin liner, which flew from the top of a Led Zeppelin.
Jimmy Page and curley haired geezer in spandex trousers went to see the wizard. The wizard said, "You must go to California and play softball with Old Eyes and his eight legged friends," he boomed. "Then go and see Peter Jackson to sign up for a subscription to a really wierd sci-fi magazine called "Sofa Collectors Monthly". Finally, go and jump off a oil-covered barrel into the spicy Ninja Dojo of Hong Kong Fuey located in Shangai and give the Sensei a slap." So after that I flew away and saw a big red pigeon. "What are you flying for?" "I am going to find my brother's big red fluffy hairy dog so that I can take it to a place that makes wooden train wheels, felt tip pens and crocodile skin shoes. Lastly I am going to run to the huge doughnut making factory and swim in a lake of icing sugar which smells like lemon sherbert and Homer's left thumb, combined with some disturbingly shaped blue French cheese." "Oh my God that is soooo awesome!" was the last words Santa said before he left a thermo-nuclear device on the toilet inside a large Gnome's woolly undervest. It went round the corner of a conveniently placed wall of green women with four arms and 6 legs. Then suddenly a small unsuspecting hobbit picked up a
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Post by mutantpotato on Nov 25, 2006 23:31:10 GMT
Many years ago I saw the biggest and ugliest pair of old trolls lying under my next door neighbours mini van. So I decided to take out my big hammer and a chisel. I put on my wellies and my chequered housecoat and then I slapped him about the face with a large trout.
Now why on Earth did I use that when I had the 18 inch spanner in my pants? He said worriedly. Oh yes, because I couldn't find my flying pie.
Anyway off I went to the local paper shop to get some strawberry flavoured gum, but it seemed like it was raspberry flavoured instead. I went back to the manager and grabbed him by the ears. I
grabbed them so tightly that one came off, but a new finger grew there. The manager was a big green, ugly nurgle worshipper with maggots for eyes and earwigs for his teeth, big tentacles hung from his nose and he wore huge fake titties over a T-shirt which was covered by cream pie. The T-shirt slogan was crudely painted and it said "Wet Me Baby". So then I pulled out my super soaker water gun and blasted it all over his huge, ugly sweaty green buttocks. At this, the manager gave me my Beano comic and hit me about the face with a feather duster that had somehow accumulated several layers of sticky-backed pink plastic. A big frog which had sat on my shoulder had left a pile of brownish mud like substance there. It jumped through a hole in a polo and turned into a eye-burster, which subsequently got eaten in one gulp. A cheese wheel and biscuit cart rolled out of a big black plastic bin liner, which flew from the top of a Led Zeppelin.
Jimmy Page and curley haired geezer in spandex trousers went to see the wizard. The wizard said, "You must go to California and play softball with Old Eyes and his eight legged friends," he boomed. "Then go and see Peter Jackson to sign up for a subscription to a really wierd sci-fi magazine called "Sofa Collectors Monthly". Finally, go and jump off a oil-covered barrel into the spicy Ninja Dojo of Hong Kong Fuey located in Shangai and give the Sensei a slap." So after that I flew away and saw a big red pigeon. "What are you flying for?" "I am going to find my brother's big red fluffy hairy dog so that I can take it to a place that makes wooden train wheels, felt tip pens and crocodile skin shoes. Lastly I am going to run to the huge doughnut making factory and swim in a lake of icing sugar which smells like lemon sherbert and Homer's left thumb, combined with some disturbingly shaped blue French cheese." "Oh my God that is soooo awesome!" was the last words Santa said before he left a thermo-nuclear device on the toilet inside a large Gnome's woolly undervest. It went round the corner of a conveniently placed wall of green women with four arms and 6 legs. Then suddenly a small unsuspecting hobbit picked up a box filled with
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Post by bruenor on Nov 25, 2006 23:36:31 GMT
Many years ago I saw the biggest and ugliest pair of old trolls lying under my next door neighbours mini van. So I decided to take out my big hammer and a chisel. I put on my wellies and my chequered housecoat and then I slapped him about the face with a large trout.
Now why on Earth did I use that when I had the 18 inch spanner in my pants? He said worriedly. Oh yes, because I couldn't find my flying pie.
Anyway off I went to the local paper shop to get some strawberry flavoured gum, but it seemed like it was raspberry flavoured instead. I went back to the manager and grabbed him by the ears. I
grabbed them so tightly that one came off, but a new finger grew there. The manager was a big green, ugly nurgle worshipper with maggots for eyes and earwigs for his teeth, big tentacles hung from his nose and he wore huge fake titties over a T-shirt which was covered by cream pie. The T-shirt slogan was crudely painted and it said "Wet Me Baby". So then I pulled out my super soaker water gun and blasted it all over his huge, ugly sweaty green buttocks. At this, the manager gave me my Beano comic and hit me about the face with a feather duster that had somehow accumulated several layers of sticky-backed pink plastic. A big frog which had sat on my shoulder had left a pile of brownish mud like substance there. It jumped through a hole in a polo and turned into a eye-burster, which subsequently got eaten in one gulp. A cheese wheel and biscuit cart rolled out of a big black plastic bin liner, which flew from the top of a Led Zeppelin.
Jimmy Page and curley haired geezer in spandex trousers went to see the wizard. The wizard said, "You must go to California and play softball with Old Eyes and his eight legged friends," he boomed. "Then go and see Peter Jackson to sign up for a subscription to a really wierd sci-fi magazine called "Sofa Collectors Monthly". Finally, go and jump off a oil-covered barrel into the spicy Ninja Dojo of Hong Kong Fuey located in Shangai and give the Sensei a slap." So after that I flew away and saw a big red pigeon. "What are you flying for?" "I am going to find my brother's big red fluffy hairy dog so that I can take it to a place that makes wooden train wheels, felt tip pens and crocodile skin shoes. Lastly I am going to run to the huge doughnut making factory and swim in a lake of icing sugar which smells like lemon sherbert and Homer's left thumb, combined with some disturbingly shaped blue French cheese." "Oh my God that is soooo awesome!" was the last words Santa said before he left a thermo-nuclear device on the toilet inside a large Gnome's woolly undervest. It went round the corner of a conveniently placed wall of green women with four arms and 6 legs. Then suddenly a small unsuspecting hobbit picked up a box filled with small pieces of
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Post by Tim C on Nov 27, 2006 6:19:19 GMT
Many years ago I saw the biggest and ugliest pair of old trolls lying under my next door neighbours mini van. So I decided to take out my big hammer and a chisel. I put on my wellies and my chequered housecoat and then I slapped him about the face with a large trout.
Now why on Earth did I use that when I had the 18 inch spanner in my pants? He said worriedly. Oh yes, because I couldn't find my flying pie.
Anyway off I went to the local paper shop to get some strawberry flavoured gum, but it seemed like it was raspberry flavoured instead. I went back to the manager and grabbed him by the ears. I
grabbed them so tightly that one came off, but a new finger grew there. The manager was a big green, ugly nurgle worshipper with maggots for eyes and earwigs for his teeth, big tentacles hung from his nose and he wore huge fake titties over a T-shirt which was covered by cream pie. The T-shirt slogan was crudely painted and it said "Wet Me Baby". So then I pulled out my super soaker water gun and blasted it all over his huge, ugly sweaty green buttocks. At this, the manager gave me my Beano comic and hit me about the face with a feather duster that had somehow accumulated several layers of sticky-backed pink plastic. A big frog which had sat on my shoulder had left a pile of brownish mud like substance there. It jumped through a hole in a polo and turned into a eye-burster, which subsequently got eaten in one gulp. A cheese wheel and biscuit cart rolled out of a big black plastic bin liner, which flew from the top of a Led Zeppelin.
Jimmy Page and curley haired geezer in spandex trousers went to see the wizard. The wizard said, "You must go to California and play softball with Old Eyes and his eight legged friends," he boomed. "Then go and see Peter Jackson to sign up for a subscription to a really wierd sci-fi magazine called "Sofa Collectors Monthly". Finally, go and jump off a oil-covered barrel into the spicy Ninja Dojo of Hong Kong Fuey located in Shangai and give the Sensei a slap." So after that I flew away and saw a big red pigeon. "What are you flying for?" "I am going to find my brother's big red fluffy hairy dog so that I can take it to a place that makes wooden train wheels, felt tip pens and crocodile skin shoes. Lastly I am going to run to the huge doughnut making factory and swim in a lake of icing sugar which smells like lemon sherbert and Homer's left thumb, combined with some disturbingly shaped blue French cheese." "Oh my God that is soooo awesome!" was the last words Santa said before he left a thermo-nuclear device on the toilet inside a large Gnome's woolly undervest. It went round the corner of a conveniently placed wall of green women with four arms and 6 legs. Then suddenly a small unsuspecting hobbit picked up a box filled with small pieces of prosthetic limbs which
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Post by bruenor on Nov 27, 2006 8:42:24 GMT
Many years ago I saw the biggest and ugliest pair of old trolls lying under my next door neighbours mini van. So I decided to take out my big hammer and a chisel. I put on my wellies and my chequered housecoat and then I slapped him about the face with a large trout.
Now why on Earth did I use that when I had the 18 inch spanner in my pants? He said worriedly. Oh yes, because I couldn't find my flying pie.
Anyway off I went to the local paper shop to get some strawberry flavoured gum, but it seemed like it was raspberry flavoured instead. I went back to the manager and grabbed him by the ears. I
grabbed them so tightly that one came off, but a new finger grew there. The manager was a big green, ugly nurgle worshipper with maggots for eyes and earwigs for his teeth, big tentacles hung from his nose and he wore huge fake titties over a T-shirt which was covered by cream pie. The T-shirt slogan was crudely painted and it said "Wet Me Baby". So then I pulled out my super soaker water gun and blasted it all over his huge, ugly sweaty green buttocks. At this, the manager gave me my Beano comic and hit me about the face with a feather duster that had somehow accumulated several layers of sticky-backed pink plastic. A big frog which had sat on my shoulder had left a pile of brownish mud like substance there. It jumped through a hole in a polo and turned into a eye-burster, which subsequently got eaten in one gulp. A cheese wheel and biscuit cart rolled out of a big black plastic bin liner, which flew from the top of a Led Zeppelin.
Jimmy Page and curley haired geezer in spandex trousers went to see the wizard. The wizard said, "You must go to California and play softball with Old Eyes and his eight legged friends," he boomed. "Then go and see Peter Jackson to sign up for a subscription to a really wierd sci-fi magazine called "Sofa Collectors Monthly". Finally, go and jump off a oil-covered barrel into the spicy Ninja Dojo of Hong Kong Fuey located in Shangai and give the Sensei a slap." So after that I flew away and saw a big red pigeon. "What are you flying for?" "I am going to find my brother's big red fluffy hairy dog so that I can take it to a place that makes wooden train wheels, felt tip pens and crocodile skin shoes. Lastly I am going to run to the huge doughnut making factory and swim in a lake of icing sugar which smells like lemon sherbert and Homer's left thumb, combined with some disturbingly shaped blue French cheese." "Oh my God that is soooo awesome!" was the last words Santa said before he left a thermo-nuclear device on the toilet inside a large Gnome's woolly undervest. It went round the corner of a conveniently placed wall of green women with four arms and 6 legs. Then suddenly a small unsuspecting hobbit picked up a box filled with small pieces of prosthetic limbs which were all broken
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Post by menace on Nov 27, 2006 9:25:21 GMT
Many years ago I saw the biggest and ugliest pair of old trolls lying under my next door neighbours mini van. So I decided to take out my big hammer and a chisel. I put on my wellies and my chequered housecoat and then I slapped him about the face with a large trout. Now why on Earth did I use that when I had the 18 inch spanner in my pants? He said worriedly. Oh yes, because I couldn't find my flying pie. Anyway off I went to the local paper shop to get some strawberry flavoured gum, but it seemed like it was raspberry flavoured instead. I went back to the manager and grabbed him by the ears. I grabbed them so tightly that one came off, but a new finger grew there. The manager was a big green, ugly nurgle worshipper with maggots for eyes and earwigs for his teeth, big tentacles hung from his nose and he wore huge fake titties over a T-shirt which was covered by cream pie. The T-shirt slogan was crudely painted and it said "Wet Me Baby". So then I pulled out my super soaker water gun and blasted it all over his huge, ugly sweaty green buttocks. At this, the manager gave me my Beano comic and hit me about the face with a feather duster that had somehow accumulated several layers of sticky-backed pink plastic. A big frog which had sat on my shoulder had left a pile of brownish mud like substance there. It jumped through a hole in a polo and turned into a eye-burster, which subsequently got eaten in one gulp. A cheese wheel and biscuit cart rolled out of a big black plastic bin liner, which flew from the top of a Led Zeppelin. Jimmy Page and curley haired geezer in spandex trousers went to see the wizard. The wizard said, "You must go to California and play softball with Old Eyes and his eight legged friends," he boomed. "Then go and see Peter Jackson to sign up for a subscription to a really wierd sci-fi magazine called "Sofa Collectors Monthly". Finally, go and jump off a oil-covered barrel into the spicy Ninja Dojo of Hong Kong Fuey located in Shangai and give the Sensei a slap." So after that I flew away and saw a big red pigeon. "What are you flying for?" "I am going to find my brother's big red fluffy hairy dog so that I can take it to a place that makes wooden train wheels, felt tip pens and crocodile skin shoes. Lastly I am going to run to the huge doughnut making factory and swim in a lake of icing sugar which smells like lemon sherbert and Homer's left thumb, combined with some disturbingly shaped blue French cheese." "Oh my God that is soooo awesome!" was the last words Santa said before he left a thermo-nuclear device on the toilet inside a large Gnome's woolly undervest. It went round the corner of a conveniently placed wall of green women with four arms and 6 legs. Then suddenly a small unsuspecting hobbit picked up a box filled with small pieces of prosthetic limbs which were all broken dreams. "  " bellowed |
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Post by bruenor on Nov 27, 2006 9:35:05 GMT
Many years ago I saw the biggest and ugliest pair of old trolls lying under my next door neighbours mini van. So I decided to take out my big hammer and a chisel. I put on my wellies and my chequered housecoat and then I slapped him about the face with a large trout.
Now why on Earth did I use that when I had the 18 inch spanner in my pants? He said worriedly. Oh yes, because I couldn't find my flying pie.
Anyway off I went to the local paper shop to get some strawberry flavoured gum, but it seemed like it was raspberry flavoured instead. I went back to the manager and grabbed him by the ears. I
grabbed them so tightly that one came off, but a new finger grew there. The manager was a big green, ugly nurgle worshipper with maggots for eyes and earwigs for his teeth, big tentacles hung from his nose and he wore huge fake titties over a T-shirt which was covered by cream pie. The T-shirt slogan was crudely painted and it said "Wet Me Baby". So then I pulled out my super soaker water gun and blasted it all over his huge, ugly sweaty green buttocks. At this, the manager gave me my Beano comic and hit me about the face with a feather duster that had somehow accumulated several layers of sticky-backed pink plastic. A big frog which had sat on my shoulder had left a pile of brownish mud like substance there. It jumped through a hole in a polo and turned into a eye-burster, which subsequently got eaten in one gulp. A cheese wheel and biscuit cart rolled out of a big black plastic bin liner, which flew from the top of a Led Zeppelin.
Jimmy Page and curley haired geezer in spandex trousers went to see the wizard. The wizard said, "You must go to California and play softball with Old Eyes and his eight legged friends," he boomed. "Then go and see Peter Jackson to sign up for a subscription to a really wierd sci-fi magazine called "Sofa Collectors Monthly". Finally, go and jump off a oil-covered barrel into the spicy Ninja Dojo of Hong Kong Fuey located in Shangai and give the Sensei a slap." So after that I flew away and saw a big red pigeon. "What are you flying for?" "I am going to find my brother's big red fluffy hairy dog so that I can take it to a place that makes wooden train wheels, felt tip pens and crocodile skin shoes. Lastly I am going to run to the huge doughnut making factory and swim in a lake of icing sugar which smells like lemon sherbert and Homer's left thumb, combined with some disturbingly shaped blue French cheese." "Oh my God that is soooo awesome!" was the last words Santa said before he left a thermo-nuclear device on the toilet inside a large Gnome's woolly undervest. It went round the corner of a conveniently placed wall of green women with four arms and 6 legs. Then suddenly a small unsuspecting hobbit picked up a box filled with small pieces of prosthetic limbs which were all broken dreams. "" bellowed, "WHY,WORLD, WHY?"
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