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Post by Buzz on Mar 24, 2004 2:19:54 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]Here ya go try this  www.funny.co.uk/wombles/Remember your wombling free song Ice ;D I love this bit Noddy is lying dead by the fire place, having scrawled "The truth is out there" in his own blood. LMAO[/glow] |
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Post by -(aaK)- ICE on Mar 24, 2004 2:25:33 GMT
[glow=blue,2,300]I told you it was exterminator with that wombles por...oh rite that sites so funny![/glow]
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Post by KT on Mar 24, 2004 8:50:21 GMT
Oh dear, childhood trauma returns.
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Post by Priest on Mar 24, 2004 17:54:02 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]LMAO, nice site, reminds me of a twisted zork book, loved it, lol ;D thx fer the laugh [/glow]
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Post by -(aaK)- zZzTheAngel on Mar 24, 2004 18:55:23 GMT
Unfortunatel the womble guard seems unreceptive to your attempts to start a conversation based around your theories of secret philosophical messages contained within the lyrics of Norwegian Eurovision song contest entries between the years of 1976 and 1981.
He seems far more receptive to the self-thought idea of killing you, which he does, in a manner so disgusting and horrible that I feel the details of said event should not be disclosed in order to prevent any unneccessary distress.
Suffice to say, you are dead.
errrrr i think i did bad lol
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Post by -(aaK)- ICE on Mar 24, 2004 21:12:27 GMT
[glow=blue,2,300]The smurf dodges all the bullets, from your 60 round per second machine gun, that he can and deflects any others away from himself with his battleaxe until you run out of ammunition. Seeing your sudden defenselessness the smurf bares his blood-dripping fangs in an evil grin. He walks towards you slowly, brandishing his razor sharp claws, the bloodlust horrifyingly prevalent in his eyes. He raises his axe, ready to strike, before inevitably, agonisingly, disgustingly, horribly, painfully, frenziedly, kneeing you in the groin and tickling you to death with a feather duster, doing Ken Dodd impersonations (the smurf, not the feather duster). Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but your quest is over. I'm afraid you are dead. I did bad too  [/glow] |
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Post by Buzz on Mar 24, 2004 23:00:23 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]You open the door. Immediately there is a bright light and a group of choir-boys leap out, singin "Hallelujah". You explain to them that you have only just been to the cashpoint, and have no small change, and they go away. Then, looking into the cupboard, you see it, sat high upon a spotlit pedastal amongst the brooms; The jar with your brains in!!! You were sure there would have been more in the jar, but then you see the knife with a half finished pack of Jacobs Cream-Crackers and start to piece it all together. Oh well, scientists do say that we only use 10% of our brains don't they? So what difference is having a few bits of it spread onto biscuits going to make? You should count yourself lucky that all wombles have a genetic default that makes them explode in contact with Ryvita! After re-inserting your brains with an icing bag you slip out the back door. There is no sunset, so you wait a few hours until one comes and start to dramatically walk into it. You narrowly miss being knocked unconcious by a group of hugh floating letters spelling out the words "THE" and "END". Come on guys it's easy lmao [/glow] |
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