Your 'hot girlfriend' lookslike a man.
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Batshitmentalist is sane for once,
Thu 23 Oct 2003, 22:06,
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itsnot my girlfriend , and she looks hotter in other pics, i will change my profile just for you.
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Paintmash,
Thu 23 Oct 2003, 22:15,
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PIZZA BOYSitting in the garage loft where my mates house their band equipment, we were bored and hungry, and I believe some people were a little stoned. to relieve the boredom we decided to call a pizza and torment the pizza boy.
Many plans were put forward, many involving nakedness. These were rejected, much to the disgust of one of the group who disappeared into the garden soon after. We put a notice up on the front door telling the pizza boy to come round the back of the house, necessitating a walk through a very dark empty courtyard on a very dark still night. Three of us hid in the courtyard where he couldn't see us but we could see him. The loft has no windows looking out, but does have a bejaysis massive Marshall PA system that delivers whopping amounts of decibels.
Pizza boy comes in and parks his car facing into the courtyard, and walks around to the front door with the pizza. He then reappears having read the note, walking cautiously into the courtyard. I call the lads upstairs as 'their eyes' and let them know he is coming in. There are three road signs of the blue background, white arrow variety pointing to a spot on the ground with a small pile of change.
Woody flicks on the amp and immediately anyone within around 3/4 of a mile can hear him booming apocalyptically out of nowhere
PIZZA BOYYYYYYYYY!!!
PUT THE PIZZA ON THE GROUND, THEN TURN AROUND AND LEAVE. AAAHHHHH (banshee-like wailing ensued)
Pizza boy's pants were filled, he dropped the pizza, picked up the changed and sprinted to his car as Woody continued screaming.
As he spun wheels all the way down the driveway, our disgruntled mate (bearded, looking like a caveman) who had disappeared into the garden sprinted up buck-arse naked alongside the terrified pizza boy, screaming obscenities like a madman in through his window.
We laughed
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Thu 23 Oct 2003, 23:18,
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Many plans were put forward, many involving nakedness. These were rejected, much to the disgust of one of the group who disappeared into the garden soon after. We put a notice up on the front door telling the pizza boy to come round the back of the house, necessitating a walk through a very dark empty courtyard on a very dark still night. Three of us hid in the courtyard where he couldn't see us but we could see him. The loft has no windows looking out, but does have a bejaysis massive Marshall PA system that delivers whopping amounts of decibels.
Pizza boy comes in and parks his car facing into the courtyard, and walks around to the front door with the pizza. He then reappears having read the note, walking cautiously into the courtyard. I call the lads upstairs as 'their eyes' and let them know he is coming in. There are three road signs of the blue background, white arrow variety pointing to a spot on the ground with a small pile of change.
Woody flicks on the amp and immediately anyone within around 3/4 of a mile can hear him booming apocalyptically out of nowhere
PIZZA BOYYYYYYYYY!!!
PUT THE PIZZA ON THE GROUND, THEN TURN AROUND AND LEAVE. AAAHHHHH (banshee-like wailing ensued)
Pizza boy's pants were filled, he dropped the pizza, picked up the changed and sprinted to his car as Woody continued screaming.
As he spun wheels all the way down the driveway, our disgruntled mate (bearded, looking like a caveman) who had disappeared into the garden sprinted up buck-arse naked alongside the terrified pizza boy, screaming obscenities like a madman in through his window.
We laughed