Don't worry Quina, I won't mess it up for you like that unfortunate Weirdest Member business.
Don't worry Quina, I won't mess it up for you like that unfortunate Weirdest Member business.
"<i>But Jesus, you're on a rowboat! How can you call me?</i>"
"I'm Jesus, LOL!"
I won't enter because I'm incapable of writing a paragraph about anything. And so is Flying Mullet apparantly.
On Panorama tonight, we give exclusive access to the facts that the government DOESN'T want you to see. We uncover shocking evidence of climate change that could affect your area. Also on tonight, midget trafficking. Is this miniture smuggling operation causing the downfall of society? Plus a ban on hair in Rotchester. How one man's crusade against the council that let him down led to disastrous consequences beyond comprehension. All this after another re-run of The Goode Life, BBC 2, 10 o clock. Now wash your hands.
There is no signature here. Move along.
Nigga stole my boat.
The Amistades III
Full feature film about a runaway slave calling on the north for help as white parishiners of the Klu Klux Klan circle 'round him in their motor boat, the Amistades III. The epic tale takes place on Lake Ogopogo, Japan, where the man-eating sepentous creature rumored to inhabit the lake saves the slave by attacking the Amistades III, sinking it, and ending racial prejudice!
<i>The camera pans in to a local fast food restaurant in New Orleans:</i>
"Yes, could I get a number two with a diet coke? And can you put the diet coke in one of those cup holder trays? I don't have any cup holders."
New Orleans humour? Oh for shame, Flying Mullet. How dare you take advantage of this catastrophe!?
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If he was white, he would have merely found the phone.
Originally Posted by Flying Mullet
<i>The camera pans in to a local fast food restaurant in New Orleans:</i>
"Yes, could I get a number two with a diet coke? And can you put the diet coke in one of those cup holder trays? I don't have any cup holders.
Little African John came to age to get his boating license. After he got his license, his mother told him that she would buy him a boat if he could prove that he was responsible enough. His mother suggested getting a pet, and if he could raise it succesfully, he could have a boat. Well, John didn't have enough money for a pet. So one day, while walking down the street, he spotted a phone booth. He thought it would be pretty easy to raise his phone booth, and he could ditch it as soon as he got his boat. He raised the phone booth for an entire month with out any setbacks. But he grew attached to the phonebooth, and now takes it with him in his boat whereever he goes.
Psychotic's and Old Manus's are the best ones so far, I think.
*man on boat* sup, I'm on a boat. This dude called moses was like WHOOOA and split the waters and stuff. It was cool. I like men.<center>
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Trust No one
I'm assuming a "paragraph or so" allows for two.
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It wasn't supposed to be this way. He had done nothing wrong; the "Can you hear me now?" guy had been a menace to society. He had been given no choice. He had made it quick. But unlike the previous commercial targets he had disposed of, this one wouldn't leave him alone. The public loved him after he had offed Ronald McDonald. The death of Toucan Sam had elevated him to rarified air, the domain of rock stars and televangelists. Even getting rid of that annoying kid from the local area car dealer had earned him a tax break. This had just been another job--a public service, really. But still--that bespectacled devil haunted his dreams. He could find repose for no more than a few hours, before that horrible catch phrase made him sit up in a cold sweat. Soon after, he had begun to see things. The man gazed back at him from windows, brushed by him on the street. The "Can you hear me now?" guy was following him.
So he had fled. And now, reclining in a dingy little boat off the coast of Myanmar, he was safe. And as he lazed back, gazing out at the halcyon perfection of the waters, he felt something in the boat. In disbelief, he turned to stare at a phone booth. The phone rang, so he picked it up. Fortunately, it was only his grandmother, who was excited about her 500 whenever minutes.
Last edited by Masamune·1600; 03-09-2006 at 09:30 PM.
Tomorrow the winner will be announced along with part three of the contest to win FFIII (VI) on the SNES!
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The time has come to announce the winner. It's going to be Quina, no wait, Masamune 1600! Congradulations. Now, on to part three.
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