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I looks like a skinnier Killer Croc. But more shit.
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He needs clothes.
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Maybe it's the lying down, can you sleep sitting up?
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"We're gonna remix the Nazi salute for you Cameron. We're opening the hands a bit for variety."
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I think that if they see him with the umbrella he'll lose his street cred and reputation as a bad boy.
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The hottest new mafia to hit the circuit. SIGN UP AND STUFF http://www.n-europeforums.com/showthread.php?t=33084
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Your mouth is amazing in those photos with the Weegee hat Ash, muchos jealous I missed such an event.
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My balls are feeling better already!
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Aww Jonnas you're breaking my balls! Slammed yo' name down.
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I saw this on display at work.
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It was a bluff, they were dead already. Electric eels thrusted up their anus and made to swallow battery acid. Is that a request to play? I've gone super nice and mentioned both in a pr0 first post edit.
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Diageo is well on the ball there. I was going to give the rules in the main topic. But if you'd like a short lowdown before - I'll get something up before I leave for work tomorrow.
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BATTLE OF THE GAME/QUIZ SHOWS. Legends have given us a wealth of inventive programmes which the nation has fallen in love with. But times are growing, many shows become dated, are remixed without notice and with disastrous results... The TV Channels convened. The room was massive but only a few lights illuminated key areas. It began with a random squabble over a new idea for a game show which involved piranhas and chronic diarrhoea, with a few questions thrown in for fun. For charity. “This is horseshit!” said the ITV chairman. “Fuck your formula!” replied the chairlady of Five. “Hey, both of you, shut it!” snapped the chairman of Channel 4. The leaders of BBC and Sky were busy making tea and talking about clams. After tea was served everyone calmed down and sat at the table in the middle of the room. “Alright” started the head of BBC, “Who brought us here?” “You should know why you’re here.” Spoke a woman from the shadows. She stepped forward and revealed herself to stop the leaders squinting into the darkness, it looked silly. She was dressed in a simple red suit, rather classy looking. “Your quiz and game shows, or whatever you want to call them have become stale. We need to shake things up. We’re going to pit them against each other and see which comes out strongest. Kill the host and the show will inevitably follow.” “Bullshit!” said the BBC, “Kill any host and I’ll get Graham Norton to rehost it in a flash” “Oh?” said the woman in red, she pointed to the wall behind them. The leaders turned around and were horrified by the scene that was suddenly lit up. Graham Norton was strapped to a guillotine. “Please...” he begged “I won’t do Eurovision anymore!” “Too late.” Said the woman. The blade fell and Norton was no more. BBC stood up and was about to open his mouth but the woman in red held up a hand. “Please don’t mention Bruce Forsyth, I really don’t want to kill him. I really loved Play Your Cards Right.” BBC sank back into his chair. “Now, I hope we see the futility of naming potential hosts. I’ve got them all lined up. Say a name, Dale Winton? Keith Chegwin? They’re here. Go on, mention Ant and Dec. I dare you” Eyes moved to ITV who put his head in his hands and started sobbing. The woman in red continued: “This isn’t a show you’re ruining for celebrities and for charity. This is good old fashioned fun for all the family. With murder. Gotta give it an edge” she winked at everyone. Silence followed. “What happens when the host dies?” asked Five. “Simple! You never make the show again. Ever.” Outrage broke out. “C’maahn don’t bullshit me!” “What if we did everything backwards?” “If Big Break was changed from snooker to pool would that be OK?” The woman in red just sat and waited for the complaints to die down. “Here’s a forfeit for you. If the show does not die with the host. You die instead.” There was no sound except the inaudible sound of cogs turning in the leaders’ heads... They could easily make a different show right? Losing Bargain Hunt wasn’t worth risking my life anyway, Wannacott was a twat... Better milk a few repeats of Midsomer Murders to stretch out the idea monkeys to think of something vaguely fresh... That diarrhoea idea is starting to sound very lucrative... “Capital! I consider your silence an acceptance. Inform your hosts. Many of them will die.” WHO WILL SURVIVE? RULES
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I did go on holiday, sadly I had to bow out of the Ace Attorney as a result
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Because in the east you're murdered by the Yakuza if you miss even one day.
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I've changed my mind. I'm out.
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Genius: "When a player casts a spell, you will see the hand gesture is that of how homosexuals fling devil DNA juices at each other after a long night of fecal frenzy ass assassinations. This is subliminally teaching your children that they need to go in their rooms, demon whack their sin staff and produce sin milk into their hands and than fling it in the face of the first person they come in contact with after their taint tugging session."
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I think what she was trying to say was:
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I think you should get rid of that I R Artichoke sticker then, it'll ruin your street cred.
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I'll get it shizzling when I get home tonight.
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What about the grade B+ penises? Sexist bugger [i also stand by the argument that chav equals a certain variety of prick/cunt (I'm all for equality), not based on their residence/income etc.)
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The Dark Knight Rises (Spoilers inside, enter at own risk)
EEVILMURRAY replied to Retro_Link's topic in General Chit Chat
How current? She had heels in the Blackest Night. -
The Dark Knight Rises (Spoilers inside, enter at own risk)
EEVILMURRAY replied to Retro_Link's topic in General Chit Chat
I don't know if this was pre-crisis, but it's certainly more modern than the other image. -
You don't get this?