A well endowed, sexy lady in a short skirt, teasing all the equally well-endowed sexy lesbians in her commune.
I know I keep asking for this but it sounds good =)
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Fri 25 May 2007, 11:49,
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I know I keep asking for this but it sounds good =)
the internet is already a source of these pictures
using real ladies rather than cartoon animals; although these are also available
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Fri 25 May 2007, 11:51,
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Continuing previous conversation
Do a decent dragon design and the names all ours!
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Fri 25 May 2007, 11:54,
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Get freebs to do it.
My graphics tablet is at home.
Might give it a go though, Failing which you might be seeing the portsmouth dragons next year
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Fri 25 May 2007, 11:56,
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Might give it a go though, Failing which you might be seeing the portsmouth dragons next year
We need to design a flashy new playing kit
Wondered if you have some free time to lend us a hand
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Fri 25 May 2007, 12:01,
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If I walked onto the pitch in a bikini and hotpants
mass vomiting would ensure.
i'm built for comfort, not speed...
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Fri 25 May 2007, 12:07,
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i'm built for comfort, not speed...
My effort was my first attempt at vectors,
I'm impressed with my efforts, but falls short of the 'decent' mark...
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Fri 25 May 2007, 12:02,
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s'alright
Was a good vector. I just think we could tweak the design a bit
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Fri 25 May 2007, 12:03,
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so far ideas are thin on the ground, I was hoping that it might spark so others off.
I was more impressed with having the pheonix rising out of the flames...
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Fri 25 May 2007, 12:06,
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I was more impressed with having the pheonix rising out of the flames...
me, getting a job in pathology and blowing clinical engineering up!
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Fri 25 May 2007, 11:49,
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woo! Pathology!
High - 5 for death related works!
*proffers hand for high-5age*
*hopes not to be left hanging*
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Fri 25 May 2007, 11:50,
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*proffers hand for high-5age*
*hopes not to be left hanging*
*high fives*
i'd never leave a fellow b3tan hanging!*
*may not be true.
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Fri 25 May 2007, 11:51,
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*may not be true.
I'd leave a fellow b3tan hanging
from a railway bridge if they displeased me
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Fri 25 May 2007, 11:52,
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Tried to drive it through a ford KA
Apparently the theory that if you travel fast enough, you can pass through solid matter is a lie.
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Fri 25 May 2007, 11:57,
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Lies!
If I couldn't drive through sommit as big as a car, there is no way I'd be able to fit a car through a pudding.
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Fri 25 May 2007, 12:00,
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Impossible!
Nothing travels faster than 70mph. Time and space would implode
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Fri 25 May 2007, 12:02,
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70mph!
that's impossible!
everyone knows that police chases happen at 50 MILES PER HOUR! and nothing is faster than a police chase
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Fri 25 May 2007, 12:17,
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everyone knows that police chases happen at 50 MILES PER HOUR! and nothing is faster than a police chase
Wild Marzipan, roaming free on the African Savannah
while small game hunters try and capture them
'ning peeps
91
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Fri 25 May 2007, 11:51,
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'ning peeps
91
wow, that's some countdown!
also, I missed Riverghost's milestone :(
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Fri 25 May 2007, 11:54,
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I need to give people plenty
of warning to get as far away from the internet as possible
89
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Fri 25 May 2007, 11:57,
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89
A smattering of your characters
in a car confused by the sat-nav.
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Fri 25 May 2007, 11:51,
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Turn left.
Turn left.
Turn left.
Turn left.
Turn left.
Turn left.
Turn left.
You have had an accident.
Turn left.
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Fri 25 May 2007, 11:54,
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Turn left.
Turn left.
Turn left.
Turn left.
Turn left.
You have had an accident.
Turn left.
Alan Titchmarsh and Gordon Brown idly masturbating
over the eviscerated bodies of Phillip Scofield and Fern Britton. Angus Deayton is wiping his blood-stained cock on the sofa behind them.
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Fri 25 May 2007, 11:51,
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Mmmmm!
Titchmarsh was a favourite of that twat fourdam
www.b3ta.com/board/5834684
www.b3ta.com/board/5856812
www.b3ta.com/board/6135333
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Fri 25 May 2007, 11:57,
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www.b3ta.com/board/5834684
www.b3ta.com/board/5856812
www.b3ta.com/board/6135333
both
any mention of 4dam has me crying and spluffing at the same time
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Fri 25 May 2007, 12:00,
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he got sacked for touching his boss's penis
and now temps at a dog grooming parlour sucking chihuahua's arses clean.
At leat I think that's what he said
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Fri 25 May 2007, 12:03,
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At leat I think that's what he said
How about a lovely scene invloving
a naked Bernard Manning in the park, smearing marmite on his horrible little pudgy cock while a bunch of stinking bagladies gather round waiting to lick it off. Some other bagladies, the ones who can't abide marmite, are hassling Simon Cowell, who just happened to be passing, by dropping their shitty knickers and spreading their flaps at him, one of them is pissing in a never ending stream, another is shouting "How's this for a performance Cowell, am I fired" and yet another is bumming a stray dog with a branch.
Simon Cowell is nervous because he has a pocket full of kryptonite.
And terrible anal warts.
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Fri 25 May 2007, 11:53,
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Simon Cowell is nervous because he has a pocket full of kryptonite.
And terrible anal warts.
according to the adverts
if you like the stuff you'd take it anyway
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Fri 25 May 2007, 11:58,
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I recognise that dance!
she stole it from TUTT's boogie dance!
'ning JJ, can we have the SA crew in full victorian steampunk garb please?
Ta!
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Fri 25 May 2007, 11:55,
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'ning JJ, can we have the SA crew in full victorian steampunk garb please?
Ta!
the cast of SA in an edward hopper painting
preferably the nighthawks.
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Fri 25 May 2007, 11:55,
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MIDGETS!
MIDGETS! MIDGETS! MIDGETS! MIDGETS! MIDGETS!
that she has to fight off
randy midgets
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Fri 25 May 2007, 11:55,
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that she has to fight off
randy midgets
scarlet?
wearing pants?
with her reputation?
she does look very happy
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Fri 25 May 2007, 11:56,
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with her reputation?
she does look very happy
The sight of an acorn encrusted starfish
is enough to put most off their friday sarnies
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Fri 25 May 2007, 11:57,
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Ian Hislop, bawling like an infant,
relentlessly jamming lobster after lobster into his raw, gaping anus.
Alec Guinness is squatting over Hislop's hairless bonce and sputtering lumpy bumsick all over the place.
Leon Trotsky silently observes from his Zeppelin.
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Fri 25 May 2007, 12:00,
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Alec Guinness is squatting over Hislop's hairless bonce and sputtering lumpy bumsick all over the place.
Leon Trotsky silently observes from his Zeppelin.
you've given her panties now.
what happened to her shorts?
and WOO!
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Fri 25 May 2007, 12:02,
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and WOO!
i just finished going through the entire of your comic
so you win a big woo
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Fri 25 May 2007, 12:06,
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two days, in breaks between revision, and along side other comics im reading through, like FITH
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Fri 25 May 2007, 12:12,
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Scene:
INT. Rented House In Italy.
[8 X Swedish Bunnies Have Pillow Fight]
END.
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Fri 25 May 2007, 12:10,
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[8 X Swedish Bunnies Have Pillow Fight]
END.
01:00
Silhouetted by the shivering fire behind him, Patrick Moore crumples to the ground.
The hurricane is swirling the world into a terrifying frenzy. He struggles to steal a glance at his watch, but his vision is failing - the numbers and hands twist and distort into an incomprehensible maelstrom.
A grating cough spatters blood and semen across the snow. Tears stream from his eyes. His face is red and his lungs are heaving.
With one hand, he gently cradles the shitty pendulum of meat which dangles from his prolapsed anus.
He is in tatters. Every bone is bruised, every orifice is violated. And yet he cannot bring himself to rest. He cannot abandon his responsibility.
Somewhere out there, somewhere through the storm, the obese, wheelchair-bound, leperous six-year-old girl remains Tony Robinson's helpless love-slave.
Patrick Moore had promised to save her. And Patrick Moore is a man of his word.
He furrows his brow and strains his arms. He grunts in determination, spitting blood and cracking his knuckles as he heaves himself upright.
Patrick Moore retrieves his trusty Magnum from the pocket of his torn jeans. With an unsettling grimace, he thumbs back the hammer.
My name is Patrick Moore and this is the longest day of my life.
Beep.....boop.....beep.....boop.....beep.....boop.....
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Fri 25 May 2007, 12:45,
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The hurricane is swirling the world into a terrifying frenzy. He struggles to steal a glance at his watch, but his vision is failing - the numbers and hands twist and distort into an incomprehensible maelstrom.
A grating cough spatters blood and semen across the snow. Tears stream from his eyes. His face is red and his lungs are heaving.
With one hand, he gently cradles the shitty pendulum of meat which dangles from his prolapsed anus.
He is in tatters. Every bone is bruised, every orifice is violated. And yet he cannot bring himself to rest. He cannot abandon his responsibility.
Somewhere out there, somewhere through the storm, the obese, wheelchair-bound, leperous six-year-old girl remains Tony Robinson's helpless love-slave.
Patrick Moore had promised to save her. And Patrick Moore is a man of his word.
He furrows his brow and strains his arms. He grunts in determination, spitting blood and cracking his knuckles as he heaves himself upright.
Patrick Moore retrieves his trusty Magnum from the pocket of his torn jeans. With an unsettling grimace, he thumbs back the hammer.
My name is Patrick Moore and this is the longest day of my life.
Beep.....boop.....beep.....boop.....beep.....boop.....