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You're no Right Said Fred, but you're getting there. Keep up the good work soldier. At ease. For the love of God, at ease.

It's good you're trying to get yourself out there, and let people know who you are. But you have to let them know more than what you hate and what you like. Don't put all these tawdry little details all out in front all at once, because it all looks the same. Your "luff list" has been copy-pasted in this forum millions of times over, and strokes the egos of people who either don't want, or don't need the attention.

I'm not trying to slam you, really. You're probably got more NG gold, rep, cred, or whatever on me. But it just looks like what you're saying has been said before. A lot. Yeah, lots of people don't like Bush. School is bullshit, but we do it anyway. Yay freedom of speech and those who support it. But use your speech for something more important than a like/dislike list we've all seen already.

Nice to meet you. Now make me hear you.

I've always been curious as to why Americans have to wait until they are 21 to be of legal age. Just follow the Canadian example! There isn't that much difference between 19 and 21, with the exception of two long, sober years. Don't make your kids wait any longer than they have to America. Smarten the fuck up.

As for drinks...Rum and Coke is overrated. Jager and coke isn't. If you're feeling like a total pussy, Malibu and 7-up is the sweetest drink you can find in a bar. But go for the shots. More bang for less buck most of the time. And you can usually get in on some free shots anyway.

If you don't already have that much common sense, you're really cruising to lose an account. But it's good to know you guys think of the stupid people too. Such humanitarians.

At 8/1/05 02:02 PM, -munchies wrote: That post was just filled with knowledge.

I didn't know enter was a character :O

Thank you for supporting my delinquency.

Send me money for food and I'll give you clothes.

People who ride little crotch rocket streetbikes are the biggest dicks ever spawned by the drunken ugly-bumping of their idiot parents. I don't want to say "I hope they all die," because that makes me just as big of a dick. But I wouldn't lose any sleep at night if they were all struck down by Mack trucks hauling auctioned-off props from Flesh Gordon.

If you had to pick a way to go, what would it be? Personally, I like the idea of being eaten by something. Something noble, like a lion. Not something sick, like an anaconda. That's just lame. Fuck that shit.

Hitting the enter key counts as a character. Weird.

Hitting legal age in Canada wasn't as big a deal as I thought it was going to be. I only had to talk to an officer of the law once. Mind you, I had just left my boxers on the radio antenna of someone's Chevy. He just told me to take them down, then he fucked off somewhere. Then I threw up. I got puke on my good tie.

Captain Planet is still airing at like, four in the morning. Just so you know.

I always want to get in a car accident so I can have some kind of huge court case. Like the ones where I would kill a busload of nuns, and still get paid millions of dollars because they weren't signalling or some shit. Then I would spend all the money getting my penis to such an enormous size that I could kill prostitutes with it. Just out of nowhere, while they're down there. Do a little helicopter action for the wind up and BAM! Goodnight Candy. Or whatever whore name her pimp gave her. C'mon, she was going to die anyway. Why not get taken out by a gigantic beef log? Shit.

When I was younger, my parents didn't want me drinking all their scotch. So they put it in a footlocker, then slapped a combination lock on it. They used my combination lock from the previous school year.

Uhg. I forgot to shower. I'll do that later.

I still haven't found any condoms that I like.

Damn, I can buy cigarettes now. Damn, I can buy cigars. Damn, I don't like either. Fuck.

I recently quit my job. It was pretty quick and painless. Walk in, drop off the uniform, then fuck off and not come into work for the next two weeks. Easy. The management never liked me anyway. Pizza Hut is the worst place you can possibly work. And if you've eaten there recently, you can stop thinking of yourself as a human being. You are officially an animal, and you make me sick to my stomach. The job made me so ill and so frustrated I wanted to vomit and jack off in unison. Seriously. From when I got there till when I left.

If I sold t-shirts out of the back of my car for ten bucks, would you buy one?

Fuck it. I'm done for now.

Might as well JUMP.

At 6/17/05 12:45 PM, Wadezilla wrote: He was in the Library with the knife!

No, in the kitchen with the candlestick!

Immediate removal is the only remedy, because claymation is the lowest form of flash.

I'm going to blow up television. Or watch some women's network. Why? Because of ads geared towards guys. I, for one, cannot stand them. While I don't find them funny, I can see how you could. But they have got to stop. You aren't going to go camping with your buds, drinking your Bud, and suddenly a gaggle of supermodels taking a break from shooting come over and asks for a good time. And you aren't going to spray some skunk shit (Tag) on you in a store, and have everything with a vagina wanting your man-sex. It's just too much.

There is one exception. The Axe ad that shows how long their "Axe" effect lasts. Where the potent smell goes from mosquito, to frog, to an old man who gets some from a random chica. Excellent work by the Axe people. The rest of their shitty product can be used as impromptu firestarter, but that's it. Just let me keep that commercial.

Excellent. Keeping the collections pages in a state of consistant update is no longer merely a dream.

Our western and european bodies were labelled as offensive, dirty, and all that jazz during the reign of the Roman empire I think. Since then, It's more of a comfort issue than anything. I am not comfortable being naked in public. Not many people are, but the number is growing. Nudist colonies are gaining momentum.

That's right. I'm sure you are. Sitting there in front of your computer, in all your smelly whorishness. You're damn proud of it too, aren't you? You wander around the streets and night, smelling up the town with your whore smells. Your pimp is probably pretty smelly as well, thanks to you. I bet he isn't happy about it either. Maybe that's why he beats you so bad, you smelly whore. He slaps you up and down the face with an extention cord screaming, "smelly bitch whore cunt-faced whore who smells like whore!" All night long this goes on, until he finally lets you back out onto the street, smelling up the alleys and stops signs with your smelly whore smell. It's not like you're a bad whore, you smell really, really bad. They have a nickname for you, you know. "Smelly whore." Didn't see that coming, did you? A real kick to the preverbial nuts, I know. But you have to get past it, smelly. You have to know that you are the smelliest, whoriest smelly whore out there. Hold your smelly whore head up high, and say to yourself, "there is no one who is smellier or whorier than I am!" You know it's true.

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STATS

Whore, and conjugations of - 13
Smelly, and conjugations of - 18
Weight, in bushels of watermelons - 24
Size - Extra Large
Size (wink, wink) - 7.5"
Size (nudge, nudge) - 2'
Flavour - Rocky Road
Q - Coolest Star Trek character
Ham - Yes please

THE END

Go home.

At 6/6/05 01:14 PM, lapis wrote: I did your dirty work

You did nothing.

At 6/6/05 01:11 PM, IThinkImDrunk wrote: people have played it here, your coming across as a bit of a n00b, search for it before you post a topic of it to try and avoid flaming and being laughed at. =)

I hear a pot calling a kettle black...

Oh wow. I totally want one to impress all my friends.

At 6/6/05 12:59 PM, Rocks_Levi wrote: Did u make that up?

I wish I did. The crearbow is real boy. It's real...and it needs your tax-deductable donations.

It's funny the first few times. Then you realize that they all whine about the same thing. It's like eating blackberry jam every meal. It's great, but you'd get sick of it eventually.

A mysterious and majestic animal, rarely seen by human eyes, the crearbow lives it's life in solitude. Some would call this beast a mockery of nature. SOme would call it a cruel joke. Some would say it is just fucked up. In any case, the crearbow is all alone in its realm of misfit creatures.

A disgusting cross between a bear and crow, the crearbow has the face and torso of a bear, the wings of a crow (although much larger, to support the bear), and avian legs. How this creature came to be, no one is quite sure. All we know is that it needs your love. All of it.

Love for the crearbow. Nature's drunken mistake.

At 6/6/05 12:43 PM, -Svend- wrote:

At 6/6/05 12:42 PM, Pink_beer wrote: SHPAM BLOKKER

No, I was talking about the ones you get from friends.

If you get shit like from your friends, punch them in the teeth.

OMFGWTF stat topic...

I don't really have any NG goals. Just in it for the fun. And spam. Luscious, glorious spam...

Bite the principal's hand when he goes to turn over your tassel.

I remember years ago there was a first-person game for PC where you could choose to play as an Alien, Predator, or a human (and get fucked over). It was so undeniably sweet that I knew I had to have more. More cutting people in half and pinning them to walls. More slashing wildly with my wristblades. More thermal vision, more strength, more hunting. Well my wish was granted when I found Predator: Concrete Jungle for my console.

We'll start with the positives:
- Looks great. The character rendering could have been better, but there are a few good FMV sequences and the main story elements are highlighted by pretty decent CG movies.
- Many tools at your disposal let you play the game in so many different ways. While there are specific missions for you to accomplish, how you do it is up to you. Do you want to pick off the gang leader from afar with your speargun and send his cronies into a panic? Or do you want to cloak, sneak up and him, and rip him in half with your bare hands before cutting the limbs off his underlings with your glaive? So many options.
- The vision modes. You get three special visions. Thermal, tech, and neurological. Thermal is usually self-explanitory, tech lets you see energy signatures from high-tech enemies and recharge points, and neuro lets you distinguish a persons agressiveness and loyalties, as well as if they noticed you or not. Each vision lets you scan a target for vital info like weaknesses.
- Cloaking is just too fucking cool.

Some of the negatives:
- Too short. This was my biggest miff about the game, as I blazed through the hardest difficulty and completed the game 100% in about 12 hours.
- Could have been expanded. As you progress through the game and your presence becomes more known, the game shifts from you sneaking up and killing your enemies to just overpowering them. The cloak becomes more more useless as your foes get more high-tech and are able to see you anyway. And when they can't, there's water everywhere (which shorts out a Predator's cloak). As much as I hate to say it, the game would have been better if it was more like Splinter Cell. Just replace Sam and all his lame-ass gadgets with the Predator and his gear, and you might have a wicked game.

Overall, I'd suggest just renting the game for the weekend, then buy it after it drops in price a little bit. It's good to go back to a couple of times, and I haven't got sick of it yet, but I know I will. But for sure, play it. At least once.

Wrong forum, wrong attitude, wrong language...

Just wrong.

Failing an art class makes you the stupidest child ever.

"This is what happens when Lego merges with Honda. Really fucking complicated Lego sets."

At 6/2/05 11:44 AM, Fwahobadagadz wrote: rock on. Welcome to the Junlge rules..

Everyone likes that one because it's a single, and everyone knows it. There were better songs on that album.

Like "My Michelle."

They were probably just delaying ending the friendship. It's not an easy thing to do, and sometimes people don't want to just verbally stab someone like that. It's a shock to be sure, and it is better to just get it out there and have them tell you that they don't want to see you anymore. But seriously, how many people can do that? Not me, and no one else I know can. I'm almost lucky in a sense that I haven't had to tell someone that I'm not their friend anymore. But things happen. They were probably thinking about it, they just couldn't say anything at the time.

What do you mean. "terrorists and zombies are fun?" Is it fun to have your car parks blown up and your flesh eaten? When did this happen?