Discussion in 'United Kingdom' started by Gav Daragon, Apr 9, 2001.
Oh MY GOD! Mr. Kink has a point I agree with!
How can you tell from that distance? It's probably just how my trousers hang.....
Apologies in advance - couldn't resist the Ade Edmondson classic innuendo....I'll get me coat....
And your hat.
What sort of mental image have you got of me?! I don't wander around in a trenchcoat and trilby...those flashing charges were never proved and the Pet shop agreed that my zipper was faulty...YOU'VE GOT NOTHING ON ME!..
You've got nothing.
Ooohh Touche.....ruffled some feathers have we? put the cat amongst the pigeons have we?
Can't think of any other hackneyed cliches.
Get your kit off. (If in doubt always go for the 'kit off' attempt - if it works youse is happy, if it don't, you've lost nothing!)
Oh, is that it?! I was thinking you had some kind of speech impediment.
*tc prescribes himself more medicine and sits down to watch the show*
Whoooo, go go Gittes,
Whoooo, go Wormie!
*this be fun *
It's over you nit wit quack. He's gone home and I'm off to work. Ya'll have a nice evening.
Woohoo! Home access is cool...too bad no-one else is around
I'm here now mate, but I think you've already left. :-(
*Poodu rolls the rock off his Gook-hole and clambers out into the morning sunshine*
Ahhh! There's nothing like the smell of napalm in the mornin!
-- climbs down from tree and walks out into the woods to find an appropriate bush --
You like it?
<Sends some Poodu's way>
That's for chopping my head of last night, I speant ALL NIGHT putting it back on!
Aww man! You forgot to prime it!
*Poodu dribbles with the pack of highly volatile liquid fire until he pulls the trigger*
He shoots - he scores!! *as the napalm erupts in the trees which Soggy recently vacated*
<Fires petrol out of a gun from a water pistol at Poods>
<Then sends a flaming arrow his way and laughs as Poods runs around in fire>
*weighing up the odds, Poodu heads for the piranha pool and takes his chances*
Hey, what are you trying to do? Burn my poor rear end?
Hey, I did wait til you were out of the tree!
That's true, but it was close -- really close!
--throws a bucket of chum into the piranha pool--
Come on little fish, time to eat.
Nice one Soggs. Take this in gratitude
<Throws a grenade her way>
--runs quickly to the left, avoiding the grenade but ends up covered with dirt--
--grabs a beehive and launches it at Gav Daragon--
Ack no th' bees again!
<Stars running from them>
--pours more chum into the piranha pool, hoping the fish will nibble on Poodu--
*Poodu escapes the piranha pool and runs for cover to consider his strategy*