It would probably be easier to ask Del Murder to send C3 and C4 and ask Lekana or Genius Lynx to send C7
It would probably be easier to ask Del Murder to send C3 and C4 and ask Lekana or Genius Lynx to send C7
Sorry, I cleaned out my inbox when people started Pictionary 3.
I'm going to take it that C-8 is lost FOREVER due to Freya's broken laptop and she being lazy to redraw. I'm going to post the results for the C stack.
C-1
C-2Originally Posted by Sylvie
C-3Originally Posted by Psychotic
C-4Originally Posted by G13
C-5Originally Posted by Del Murder
C-6Originally Posted by Rantz Rantz Revolution
C-7Originally Posted by Loony BoB
C-8Originally Posted by Genius Lynx
C-9Originally Posted by Freya
C-10Originally Posted by Levian
Originally Posted by Agent Proto
Dammit, surely either Freya or Lynx remember what he said of my pic? Maybe?
EDIT: I love this set, by the way. The consistency of two girls and a motorcycle but more importantly the fact that it ended with a surfing motorcycle just makes it all wonderful. It starts off with a fight and in the end they're hand in hand! Talk about happy endings.
Bow before the mighty Javoo!
I WAS going to send you c-7, but i played ME3 MP instead but here's C-7
A sentient motorcycle flies across the sky and spies two bikini-clad women giving each other erotic oil massages and their names are Freya and ShlupQuack.
Bow before the mighty Javoo!
Cherokee actually. Dunno how he knew that though o.O
I cannot express how much I love the chain of events that is: Prostitute being identified as Shlup; Shlup being pictured as less dressed than the prostitute; then being correctly identified as Shlup again.
You guys are smurfing brilliant.
BoB, your drawing skills are superb.
I'm glad I caused this much funny scattering over my refusal to acknowledge this game for a while. I'd say sorry, but I totally am not sorry.
Psychotic, you did a really good job drawing what I asked you to draw, but I was looking forward to the Native American chick being in a hot feathered bikini or something. You just threw a god damn woo-woo-woo poncho over her and gave her fat calves. You were never my son anyway.