Today when I was shopping I saw this beauty.
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Today when I was shopping I saw this beauty.
So this is basically Iceglow's dream game.
Let me tell you a true story that you can spend the rest of your EoFF life making fun of him for. You will be the first among equals - "Primus Inter Pares" with this little ditty.
At an EoFF meet up, we were walking about the streets of sunny Birmingham, causing mischief and being generally awful human beings. Our hero, Iceglow, was too busy telling a story about how he had sex with some Tibetan woman when he stepped in a pile of excrement on the ground, slipped over and landed in it, so it was all down his back and on his denim jacket. Let me tell you, that man was FURIOUS.
He was rubbing his back and shoes on walls, trees, anything - you name it, he did it. "smurf off guys it's not funny!" he'd yell and threaten to beat us up, and you can imagine we were rolling around laughing. "I've got poo on me don't I! Poo! IT'S NOT FUNNY! POO IS NOT FUNNY! HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE COVERED IN POO?" It was dribbling down his back as he bellowed this at us. I could not breathe. I had to sit down on a small wall - I couldn't walk because I was laughing so hard.
He ended up buying a new jacket after they wouldn't let him into the Sea Life Centre.
and that's why, to this day, it is hilarious to say "Poo" to Iceglow. Steve - love you bro! :aimkiss:
Out of curiosity, how many poo stories have you actually heard?
I've heard 3. Incidentally, all of them involve Iceglow but I don't think the other two are appropriate to post.
Okay, well, one of them was posted by his sister on her Facebook, and he denies it. I choose to believe her as it's funny.
His sister had just had a baby, Steve's niece. She'd changed her daughter on her kitchen counter for whatever reason. Anyway, in walks our hero, Sir Iceglow of London, and spies something brown on the kitchen counter. Naturally he scoops it up with his finger, pops it into his mouth and goes "Mmm, peanut butter". Apparently he spent the next hour alternating between puking and yelling at his sister for leaving poo on the kitchen counter.
Iceglow is my best mate on EoFF. He is going to kill me for posting these! Haha. I really can't post the third one though.
Psychotic you're gonna be in so much trouble.
:lol:
Psy, I honestly thought you would have gone with the Manchester Meet story when referring to I'glow and his poo obsession?
Nope, sorry, I couldn't, he will be so mad. Only me, Iceglow, Baloki and DK will know what happened on that day. And none of us will repeat it here.
No sorry Paul it's got to come out. if only because it is brilliant and he needs to learn to get over it and look back and laugh. Here's how it went down.
We were all having one of our own little eyeson meetups in the UK, and we had all decided to go out for dinner one night and then we'd planned to go out afterwards for a lad's night out and get Steve to help us pull some ladies in. We were all dressed up to the nines, nice shirts, jeans, fresh shoes the whole lot. Anyway we went to this pretty fancy restaurant for our meal, italian place, we had a nice table outside as it was a warm summer evening and as we were planning to make it a glory night we decided we were going to go all out and have three full courses. Our boy Steve had actually been on rare form that night, he was cracking the jokes left and right, throwing out a couple of quality anecdotes and every time this one hot waitress went past, Paul will know the one I mean (brunette, skirt far too short for her legs), he was busting out the charm and she was feeling it.
It was going great all round. But then, for some reason, after we'd all finished our starters, Steve just kind of shut down. He stopped talking pretty much and kind of just sat there with an annoyed grimace on his face and he basically started chain smoking, I think he got through two packs of twenty by the time we were ready to leave. No one really knew what was wrong with him and we didn't really want to say anything to him in case his mood worsened but we didn't know what to do. I thought that he must have gotten some bad food or something but didn't want to make a scene at the restaurant because he's a cool guy like that. Anyway like I said we were all done so we had to get up and go but Steve started making a fuss about it and said he wasn't in the mood to go anywhere. Man he was just bugging out. The rest of us wanted to go though and we started just having a little moan at him about it, something I will always regret doing, because he eventually just gave in and got up. If you're wondering where this is going, it basically turns out that after the starters were done Steve had a little accident and kinda crapped himself, and had just been sitting there ever since in a bad mood. What the smurf were we supposed to do? I will never in my life forget the sight of Steve pushing the restaurant door open and a tiny little nugget of poo rolling down the leg of his trousers and onto the floor as he walked out. It was, and remains, hilarious and I hope that time has healed his wounds enough that he can laugh at this now. I know I am.
This is in GC so
I will offer to be perma banned
In exchange for the third story. But you can't move the thread to somewhere I can't see :(
update
[q]At an EoFF meet up, we were walking about the streets of sunny Birmingham, causing mischief and being generally awful human beings. Our hero, Iceglow, was too busy telling a story about how he had sex with some Tibetan woman when he stepped in a pile of excrement on the ground, slipped over and landed in it, so it was all down his back and on his denim jacket. Let me tell you, that man was FURIOUS.
He was rubbing his back and shoes on walls, trees, anything - you name it, he did it. "smurf off guys it's not funny!" he'd yell and threaten to beat us up, and you can imagine we were rolling around laughing. "I've got poo on me don't I! Poo! IT'S NOT FUNNY! POO IS NOT FUNNY! HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE COVERED IN POO?" It was dribbling down his back as he bellowed this at us. I could not breathe. I had to sit down on a small wall - I couldn't walk because I was laughing so hard.
He ended up buying a new jacket after they wouldn't let him into the Sea Life Centre.
and that's why, to this day, it is hilarious to say "Poo" to Iceglow.[/q]
[q]His sister had just had a baby, Steve's niece. She'd changed her daughter on her kitchen counter for whatever reason. Anyway, in walks our hero, Sir Iceglow of London, and spies something brown on the kitchen counter. Naturally he scoops it up with his finger, pops it into his mouth and goes "Mmm, peanut butter". Apparently he spent the next hour alternating between puking and yelling at his sister for leaving poo on the kitchen counter.[/q]
[q]No sorry Paul it's got to come out. if only because it is brilliant and he needs to learn to get over it and look back and laugh. Here's how it went down.
We were all having one of our own little eyeson meetups in the UK, and we had all decided to go out for dinner one night and then we'd planned to go out afterwards for a lad's night out and get Steve to help us pull some ladies in. We were all dressed up to the nines, nice shirts, jeans, fresh shoes the whole lot. Anyway we went to this pretty fancy restaurant for our meal, italian place, we had a nice table outside as it was a warm summer evening and as we were planning to make it a glory night we decided we were going to go all out and have three full courses. Our boy Steve had actually been on rare form that night, he was cracking the jokes left and right, throwing out a couple of quality anecdotes and every time this one hot waitress went past, Paul will know the one I mean (brunette, skirt far too short for her legs), he was busting out the charm and she was feeling it.
It was going great all round. But then, for some reason, after we'd all finished our starters, Steve just kind of shut down. He stopped talking pretty much and kind of just sat there with an annoyed grimace on his face and he basically started chain smoking, I think he got through two packs of twenty by the time we were ready to leave. No one really knew what was wrong with him and we didn't really want to say anything to him in case his mood worsened but we didn't know what to do. I thought that he must have gotten some bad food or something but didn't want to make a scene at the restaurant because he's a cool guy like that. Anyway like I said we were all done so we had to get up and go but Steve started making a fuss about it and said he wasn't in the mood to go anywhere. Man he was just bugging out. The rest of us wanted to go though and we started just having a little moan at him about it, something I will always regret doing, because he eventually just gave in and got up. If you're wondering where this is going, it basically turns out that after the starters were done Steve had a little accident and kinda crapped himself, and had just been sitting there ever since in a bad mood. What the smurf were we supposed to do? I will never in my life forget the sight of Steve pushing the restaurant door open and a tiny little nugget of poo rolling down the leg of his trousers and onto the floor as he walked out. It was, and remains, hilarious and I hope that time has healed his wounds enough that he can laugh at this now. I know I am.[/q]
Hahaha no way dude, delete your post. He will flip if he knows you posted that one. xD Funny but a bit cruel to tell people haha. Oh well. I'm sure he can laugh at himself now.
I actually don't know what to do now.
I still can't go to that restaurant to this day and sit outside, makes me shudder inside :S
I'm going to get fired xDDDD
I swear to god, do not delete that DK.
Nooo, I think you should delete it, that's really mortifying.
If you delete that I will come to Cornwall and I will poo in your bed :colbert:
You want to know the worst of it? I used to come back to Manchester quite regularly, and about a year later I chanced the restaurant again, thinking no-one would remember my face and the same waitress served me and recognised me...
She remembered Iceglow and asked me if I still kept in touch with him, I answered yes nervously, she then asked me for his number and I had to ask why. Seems like she found out it was him that day and wanted to know where to send the cleaning bill. Iceglows too cool for me to have dropped him in it so I gave her a fake number and the restaurant a wide birth for years...
Jesus Christ, Paul. He's gonna go mad! He specifically asked us not to tell the peanut butter story! xD
ok i came into this thread for bad label placement
what the f
Maaan, I'm glad he's not online to see this :lol:
http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e3...ss/IMG0041.jpg
:D
As an aside, can you name the other four EoFFers in the photo? I'd be bloody surprised if you could.
Gonna have to vote for the double denim.
I can forgive a skid mark, but I can not forgive a fashion faux pas.
http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e3...ss/IMG0069.jpg
This is Iceglow's reaction to your hatred of his snazzy denim outfit.
That or me laughing my arse off at him. It was his favourite jacket and apparently cost $300 from America, and he refused to take it off. My taunts did not amuse him.
I can name them all :p
If you look closely you can even see the Linkin Park badge he lovingly sewed onto his jacket himself. So to be fair it was covered in trout before, well, you know. :shobon:
My fondness and appreciation for Iceglow has shot up by about 100.
What an actual dude.
Except for the double denim, double denim is bad bad BAD
denim on denim
call 911
my sides have fallen off
Now and then I think of when we were meeting up
Like when ya said ya felt so happy dat ya met me
Told meself dat you're da Pauw for me
But felt so queepy in ya company
And in me stomach was an ache I still remember
You can sew a patch onto a certain kind of jacket
Like Linkin Park right on me arm, on me arm
Even though me denim combo did not make sense
Well ya said that we would still be friends
I'll admit I was glad, ya didn't judge meee
But you didn't have to post da pic,
Make out like I rolled in poo and never changed me jacket,
I didn't even need a bath
But ya treat me like a weirdo an I feel so gash
No ya didn't have to stoop so low
Have ya friends post the stories of when I pooed me pants,
But now I've wiped up and flushed twice
Now ya just somebody I used to call me Bro
fack off pauw
What the smurf have I just read.
The thread needs to be titled, "The Unbreakable Bonds of Friendship."
OMG at this thread. It's awesome and urgh at the same time...
No offence Miss Lockharted but this thread title needs changing.
It has evolved into a higher being!
This thread needs to be archived.
What Paul fails to mention is he picked up the nugget of trout from the floor, rolled it between his fingers and smeared it all over his cock that evening in the restaurant.
The funniest story is the first one. Also the most believable.
I don't know if I believe the one DK told.
*suspicious*
It is a good thing is that I never told Psychotic any of my deepest secrets, or else it may or may not get twisted and get posted up here. :bigsmile:
Poo Poos are cute btw. They are adorable~~~~ :bigsmile:
Since we have all derailed excrutiatingly off topic, this thread is now open for debate on the name change. Ready, go.
"The Art of Poo Poo" :bigsmile:
or
"All about Poo Poo here" :bigsmile:
or
"Poo Poo Art is for everyone"
Excrement: The Steve Saga
You guys sound like the worst friends ever.
I should talk to you more often >=D
Insane Clown Poopsie
That's not an actual picture of Steve, though the resemblance is uncanny.
Oh, freaking, you are right!! It is uncanny. Man, you are resourceful!!!! :kaoclove:
That is why you should always wear boxer briefs. The nuggets don't go anywhere.
Well yes I did fail to mention that particular detail, but that might have been because I wasn't the one telling that story. :greenie:
Either way I'm glad you've seen the funny side. These all did happen a fair few years ago. I think the jacket incident and picture are from 2005.
When you're alone, and life is making you lonely.
You can always go... browntown
Now I'm the king of South London, ooh
I worked for HMV
The waitress said "stop!"
When I did a huge plop
And that's what's bothering Steve
I wanna be a man, Eyes on
And have a night on the town
And be just like the other men
I'm tired of poo dropping down
Oh, ooh bee doo
Don't wanna do a big poooooooo
All over you
Or in my shoe
It's truuuuuue!
You see it's truuuuuueeee
A guy like Steeeeeve
Can learn to be
Potty trained toooooooo!
I don't know why I kept reading this thread.
This thread became something beautiful and horrifying at the same time.
I was too drunk to give a trout last night
You see, this is why Sarah should never have been given any kind of power. Let's make a thread about her next time. Thank the lord for conservationists like Paul. :colbert:
The title was Rantz's suggestion, so I took it and ran. :colbert:
Wait, what did Sarah change the title to?
Yeah, because poo ironically correlates with bad label placements.
how many hours have you been hitting F5 on this thread?
Or good poo placement.
Of course in Steve's eyes the only bad poo placement in is the loo :greenie:
well Paul has been wanting this to happen ever since he wrote his little ditty and said it was too hard for him to get through without laughing, so I had to put on my best steve-voice and bang one out for my boy. So here you go my good man:
Vocaroo | Voice message
I'll have plenty of stories in a couple of months...those steve stories are priceless lmao
>this thread
http://i.imgur.com/9nxYd.gif
I'M GONNA WET MYSELF IF I KEEP LISTENING TO THAT HAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
So much for becoming a family friendly forum again, huh. :monster: Guess we can unban Genji now!
Baby trout probably stinks more than any other kind of trout
Newborn baby poo doesn't have a scent.
This thread is a bunch of crap.
I shouldn't have to.
But enough of the trouts and giggles, I'm closing this. It's gone too far already.
Just want to point out one last thing:
7 limit breaked posts in one thread. That, my friends, is a new EoFF record. May the force be with poo. ...yeah I'm not gonna make it 8 with that, am I?