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Tash
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Re: *Word Game!*
Reply #100 on: August 07, 2004, 07:55:53 AM
'WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY' cried terry
and then philip glass walked in the door and replied 'merely because i am better than you' and terry bolted across the room and proceed to strangle glass...
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Reply #101 on: August 08, 2004, 07:04:02 AM
Glass knocked Riley on the head with a big wad of money.... and then another! and another!
Riley picked up the money and began to counted it.
For some reason, he kept losing count.
Riley counted, "1, 2, 3, 4... 123, 123, 123... 1,2,3,4...."
"Wait," said Riley,"This is Glass's money obviously. I can't take this."
What will happen next?
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Reply #102 on: August 08, 2004, 07:11:22 AM
glass grabbed the money back and said 'yes of course it's mine you couldn't possibly make that amount of money'
and the Maksin grabed the money crying 'no it's mine!!' andattempted to pull it out of glass's hand but then the money went flying everywhere and ray charles then started singing ABBA's 'money money money' and the thirteen year old girl who couldn't played fur elise could now belt out a piano arrangement for the song and Ethyl starting pinging away again and then simultaneously mark and the piano tuner both lost their sanity and screamed...
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Reply #103 on: August 08, 2004, 08:48:51 AM
and they all exploded, including the hippopotomus, the mermaid and the piano.
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Reply #104 on: August 08, 2004, 12:31:53 PM
So, many years later, on the site where once there was a house that exploded mysteriously,and whose investigation is now buried deep in the FBI’ s Xfiles, a new house has been built.
A happy family lives in it, oblivious to the site’s sinister past.
And today, a beautiful sunny day, while the neighbourhood children are all playing outside, little Sarah (10 years old) is grumpily sitting at the piano practising the F major scale. “Oh why can’t I be outside” she mumbles to herself while going up and down the keyboard.
That’s when there is a knock on the door.
Her mother goes to answer the door. A man wearing a hat, dark glasses a scarf and a heavy coat is standing there.
“Yes, what can I do for you?”
“I am Tuner, Piano Tuner” says the man with a menacing tone of voice.
He has deep scars on one side of his face, the mother notices.
“Er… we did not request the services of a piano tuner…” Says the mother.
“I know. The neighbours did.”
And without further ado he enters the house…
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Reply #105 on: August 08, 2004, 02:35:39 PM
and he notices a slight breeze in the window curtains, and ever so slowly, the pianissimo sound of a 'ping' comes from the highest C on the piano. and it gets more frequent and louder until it's just a massive ffff blur of a pinging C. the poor girl who couldn't give a damn about F major freaks out and starts to cry and then Piano Tuner leaps over to the crazy piano and pours a bag of flour onto a supposed nothingness, but then forms the ghostly shape of some female figure...
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Reply #106 on: August 08, 2004, 08:27:32 PM
Meanwhile, in another part of town, oblivious to the problems his family is facing a man is busy working on an office cubicle. On his desk a computer, a framed photograph of his wife and daughter.
It is almost 5:00pm. He stretches, yawns, switches off his computer and reflects:
“Oh, I would love a bowl of hot chili right now!”
He immediately recoils in shock: “How strange! I don’t even like chili!” He feels a shiver, turns the computer on again, and googles for a Mexican restaurant that does take aways…
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Reply #107 on: August 09, 2004, 07:18:26 AM
suddenly the following words appear on the man's computer...
u r the 1
"Get back to work, Mr. Anderson," says the man's boss.
(Does anyone else find the word game very similar to a dream?)
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Reply #108 on: August 09, 2004, 01:35:20 PM
(yes i do find this like a crazy 'electric blanket' dream, ie. whenever i forget to turn my electric blanket off at night i have the CRAZIEST dreams!!)
but then the ghostly figure whooshes into the office building and pushes the man into the computer...
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Reply #109 on: August 10, 2004, 03:35:30 AM
"I don't know what's your problem" Anderson snarled at the ghostly figure and at his boss.
"It is past 5:00 pm, it's not working hours anymore, and I am going to get some chili. Now if you will excuse me..."
Meanwhile, in the Anderson Manor...
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Reply #110 on: August 10, 2004, 07:10:30 AM
"Whoa!... Whoa!... No way am I wearing tights!" said Mr. Anderson. "I may be starting out as a superhero, but I am NOT wearing tights."
Alfred, the butler, just stands there, speechless and holding the superhero tights. "Perhaps the dog will wear these, sir?"
"What else do you have?" inquired Mr. Anderson.
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Reply #111 on: August 12, 2004, 04:33:09 AM
Alfred hands Mr. Anderson a catalog titled "Superhero Garb Bananza!"
Mr. Anderson selected a custome.
He chose...
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Reply #112 on: August 12, 2004, 05:07:14 AM
some very hot little leopard print hot pants with a black lycra t-shirt and a red cape that had a fat black treble clef on the back. also there was a mask that covered just his eyes which were also black with a rim of leopard print around them...and knee high ug boots....
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Reply #113 on: August 13, 2004, 10:10:58 AM
(hmmm..... This doesn't seem to be the same Mr. Anderson from the Matrix.....)
Since it was late, and Mr. Anderson wasn't very good at finding crimes to fight, he sat down and began to whittle.p A business person walked by on the street outside.
He whittled a male figure and a female figure out of wood. A shadowy figured followed the business person outside, but Mr. Anderson was too busy whittling to notice.
Mr. Anderson created a small apartment out of sticks and made a little grand piano for his wooden couple. For some reason, he felt compelled to create these character. A giant iciness from beyond his comprehension was willing them into creation. His craved figures and apartment were quite intricate and detailed. For some unknown reason, he made the hands of the man detachable. He heard a scream from outside, but was too absorbed in his work to notice.
Mr. Anderson added strings to his characters and made them move as marionettes. Mr. Anderson felt a strange compulsion to make them move and to speak for them. (I personally think Mr. Anderson is a little weird.) Outside, in the alley, no sound was to be heard.
Mr. Anderson gave his little puppets names. He named the male figure Mark and the woman figure, Ethyl. He did not know why he choose these names.
Mr. Anderson felt compelled to speak for these figures....
"Oh Mark!" said Ethyl.
"Oh... you!" said Mark, who had temporarily forgotten Ethyl's name. He was amused by the following thought: Although Ethyl had commented many times in the past that he seemed uptight and rigid, since he was now a wooden puppet, he now actually did have a stick up h...but Mark was jolted back this odd reality...
"I mean 'Oh, Ethyl!'" said Mark quickly, getting back into the melodrama.
(Oh man.... thinks the author, who writes this for the third time.)
As the two embrace, lush string music begins to play. String players glare at each other for playing slightly out of tune. The camera pans away over the piano.
"Where did all those string players come from?" asked Ethyl.
"I didn't carve string players or camera people," thinks a confused Mr. Anderson.
"Them?" said Mark. "They're all getting overtime pay now. This is the third time they've played that part.
"But who cares!," said Mark (while secretly wishing those strings had tuned before this performance).
Mr. Anderson begins whistling a tune he heard on a tv commerical.
Mark and Ethyl moved toward the piano and begin to....
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Reply #114 on: August 14, 2004, 07:43:31 PM
duet!
Mark said "Ethyl, let's duet" Mark clears his throat and says "Er, ah...I mean, let's play a duet." Mark blushed. Ethyl had picked up on Mark's mistake and she thought it was a Freudian slip. She knew that Mark secretly found her intriguing (plus, Mark thought "and this woman sure knows how to make chili!!") and that Mark wanted this relationship to work, and Ethyl knew that Mark was worth it, so she decided to be patient and overlook his bloopers that he frequently made. Ethyl understood Mark.
Ethyl slid onto the piano bench next to Mark. Mark was clearly enjoying this. Ethyl thought "Oh my!" Mark said "Let's play Heart & Soul". As the music played, Mark was thinking of Ethyl. "Could this work?" Mark wondered out loud. Ethyl said "Huh? Could WHAT work?" Mark realized that he was thinking out loud. He began to blush. And he quickly tried to cover for his blooper, yet again. (Mark made bloopers all the time, throughout the day. Everyone could tell he made bloopers, and Mark was embarrassed by this fact. He thought that the whole world could see. He just figured it was because he was so young. Ethyl, being a woman, was able to disguise her bloopers.) Mark quickly cleared his throat and said "What I meant to say, is that I need to get to work." Ethyl looked at her watch. "Yes you better get going. You don't want to be late to your new job. Good luck today." Mark slid out and stood up. Ethyl continued to sit at the piano and savored their time together at the piano. She was all fired up to play some more, even though Mark was worn out now. Mark let out a sigh and said "yeah, I guess I better get going. Ethyl, I'm not looking forward to this new job." Mark grabbed his umbrella because it was cloudy and looked like it might rain. He said "I better get going." So he opened the door. He could hear the birds sing. "Goodbye Ethyl", "Goodbye Mark". He closed the door behind him. Ethyl started to play some more music. This was going to turn into one of those "marathon" practice sessions. She started to warm up with scales & arpeggios. Then she played some Czerny & Pischna. Then she .......
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Reply #115 on: August 15, 2004, 04:21:15 AM
... At this very moment Mrs. Anderson comes itno the room and sees her husband dressed in a very hot little leopard print hot pants with a black lycra t-shirt and a red cape that had a fat black treble clef on the back. also there was a mask that covered just his eyes which were also black with a rim of leopard print around them...and knee high ug boots....
He is talking to hiumself while playing with little dolls.
She cannot supress her surprise and cries in shock:
"Liberace!!!"
Mr. Anderson jumps startled, and says: "Darling it is just me!" He is thinking furiously about some excuse for his actions, when Mrs. Anderson says:
" I just come up to see if you wanted some chili. I've just made some. And by the way, Mr. Tuner dowsntair has just infromed me that we have some poltergeist in the house"...
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Reply #116 on: August 15, 2004, 06:33:08 AM
Mr Anderson loved his wifes chili, and he realized how hungry he actually was. He left the dolls on the floor, and went downstairs with Mrs Anderson where Mr. Tuner was speaking with Alfred about the strange feelings he was getting inside the Anderson manor. Alfred, his eyes growing wide, began to shake....slowly he began to speak...."Many years ago.."
...just then Mrs. Anderson called from the kitchen, "Chili's ready everyone"! Mr and Mrs Anderson and Mr. Tuner seated themselves at the table, Alfred began to serve them. Mr. Tuner asked Mrs. Anderson if she ever heard strange noises at night, to which she replied "No, the only thing I ever hear at night is Mr. Andersons piano playing, ALL night long"!!!
"But Dear", Mr. Anderson exclaimed...."aren't you forgetting something?
I DO NOT play the piano"!!!!!
(silence)
meanwhile upstairs....the wooden Brad and Ethyl dolls which had been laying on the floor...........
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Reply #117 on: August 16, 2004, 02:46:31 AM
Quote
meanwhile upstairs....the wooden Brad and Ethyl dolls which had been laying on the floor...........
Who is Brad? Do you mean Mark?
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Reply #118 on: August 16, 2004, 02:53:24 AM
"Noooooo" Ethyl said.
"Not Mark, please, not Mark!"
She sobbed on her knees hands clasped together>
"Pleeeease! It is Brad (Pitt), yes, yes, yes!"
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Reply #119 on: August 19, 2004, 08:11:39 AM
As Ethyl's tears fell to the floor, her fairy God mother wafted through the window and brandishing a small shiny wand with a star at the tip, said "Your wish is my command..." and wafted back out the window.
Ethyl stopped crying. She took one look at the doll that no longer had the shape of Mark. She gasped. It was ...
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Reply #120 on: August 19, 2004, 06:44:00 PM
the piano tuner! Ethyl felt her heart sink. The piano tuner had made a pass at her, but she acted like she didn't notice, even though she did. He was an older man, and Ethyl had always dreamed of marrying an older man. Ethyl wondered "Why are all these things happening to me?" She pinched herself, to be sure that she wasn't dreaming. A horrible, yet wonderful dream. She immediately picked up the phone and called the music store. She asked them to send another tuner, as this one lay dead on her bathroom floor. (There were dead bodies scattered throughout the house, at least they appeared to be dead. Some could have been merely passed out from the party the night before. Things got a little out of hand.) About an hour later she heard the doorbell ring. (Her doorbell rang on 2 notes, the interval being a minor 3rd. This seemed to be common among doorbell sounds). It was the new piano tuner. He was much younger that Ethyl. He was carrying a bag with his tuning tools in one hand and a cream colored rose in the other hand. Ethyl gasped. She said "Do you happen to tune pianos?" The tuner said "Yes I do." And he held out his bag so that she could see it. "This is for you" he said as he held out the rose."Oh how beautiful. You are so sweet", she wanted to hug him (she was the type who hugged, and when she was drunk she went around hugging everyone!), but instead she held out her hand and shook hands with this new tuner. He blushed. (lush violin music begins to play in the background). The tuner asked "Where is that violin music coming from? I must have silence when I tune pianos". Ethyl suddenly realized that she had not invited the tuner to come inside. She had been so captivated by how gentlemanly this new tuner was (someone else will have to give him a name) that she had forgotten to ask him to come in. Their entire conversation had taken place with her in the house, and the tuner on the porch. "Duh on me!" Ethyl thought to herself. She invited the tuner in. "Where is that violin music coming from?" he asked. Ethyl said "Oh, a man knocked on the door before you arrived. I didn't know if he was you or not, since he was carrying a case also. I asked him if he tuned pianos. He said 'no'. I felt kind of stupid so I invited him in for a bowl of chili. He's sitting at that table over there". Ethyl motioned toward the tuner. He didn't even look up. He was so captivated by Ethyl's delicious chili. He wasn't dressed like a tuner, and Ethyl was slightly embarrassed that she had thought he was. He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, and had his long hair back in a ponytail. He had a goatee beard. He sat at the table all by himself, and his attention was on Ethyl's chili. (she got the recipe off of a place called "Piano Forum". She had been surfing the web one day and found it there.) The tuner said "I will start tuning. It will take me an hour or two, depending on if it needs any other work. I might be hungry afterwards. Could I have some of your chili when I am done?"
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Reply #121 on: August 25, 2004, 06:10:07 AM
The tuner moved toward the piano.
But, something was crawling out of it...
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Reply #122 on: August 25, 2004, 05:16:02 PM
It is nilsjohan carrying a message that says let's stop this thread; it's boring and retarded. Wait, the NILSJOHAN IS DEAD. The ambulance......
The story opens with the narrator, Pip, who introduces himself and describes an image of himself as a boy, standing alone and crying in a churchyard near some marshes. Young Pip is staring at the gravestones of his parents, who died soon after his birth. This tiny, shivering bundle of a boy is suddenly terrified by the voice of large, bedraggled man who threatens to cut Pip's throat if he doesn't stop crying.
The man, dressed in a prison uniform with a great iron shackle around his leg, grabs the boy and shakes him upside down, emptying his pockets. The man devours a piece of bread which falls from the boy, then barks questions at him. Pip tells him that yes, he is an orphan and that he lives with his sister, Mrs. Joe Gargery, the wife of a blacksmith, about a mile from the church. The man tells Pip that if he wants to live, he'll go down to his house and bring him back some food and a file for the shackle on his leg. Pip agrees to meet him early the next morning and the man walks back into the marshes.
Analysis:
Dickens introduces us immediately to Pip, who serves as both the young protagonist of Great Expectations and the story's narrator looking back on his own story as an adult. With this two-level approach, Dickens leads the reader through young Pip's life with the immediacy and surprise of a first person narration while at the same time guiding with an omnipotent narrator who knows how it will all turn out. The adult narrator Pip will foreshadow future events throughout the story by using signs and symbols.
Dickens uses this duality to great effect in the first chapter, where we are personally introduced to Pip as if we were in a pleasant conversation with him: "I give Pirrip as my father's family name..." Immediately after this, however, we are thrown into the point of view of a terrified young child being mauled by an escaped convict.
The narrator Pip then presents an interesting, and prophetic, relationship between the boy and the bullying man. At first, the relationship appears to be based solely on power and fear. The man yells at the boy only to get what he wants, a file and some food, and the boy only responds for fear of his life. And yet, after they part, the young Pip keeps looking back at the man as he walks alone into the marshes. The image of the man holding his arms around him, alone on the horizon save a pole associated with the death of criminals, is strikingly familiar to the initial image of young Pip, holding himself in the cold, alone in the churchyard with the stones of his dead parents. For a moment, then, the relationship seems to warm. They share a common loneliness and a common marginalization from society, the orphan and the escaped convict. Even while he is afraid, Pip instinctively displays a sympathetic reaction.
This initial meeting, between a small boy and a convict, will develop into the central relationship in the book. It is the relationship which will cause Pip's great expectations for himself to rise and fall.
Chapter 2:
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Reply #123 on: August 25, 2004, 06:06:16 PM
Next morning, Pip met with the convict and handled him a carefully bundled package. Inside there was a large file and a warm tupperware.
"what's inside?" asked the convict.
"Chili",said Pip. "My sister makes a mean chili. Family recipe. Legend is that she got it from somewhere called pianoforum"
"I heard of this place a longtime ago..."
"yes, but the recipe was incomplete since post size was not large enough to handle the full recipe, and the poster never thought of splitting the post in two."
The convict chuckled. "He he, the recipe is still good, even though half is missing..."
"What is your name?" Pip asked.
The convict turned towards him. Pip could see he had a badly scarred face. The convict whispered: "Tuner, Piano Tuner"
Chapter 3.
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Reply #124 on: October 11, 2004, 07:53:32 PM
a strange mist covers the terrain.....
..... an ancient castle appears...
You wander up the overgrown path toward the castle.
You enter through the doors. (You like being part of the story?)
You make your way to the basement.... (I guess this is the just the camera view you're watching.)
Down to the basement.... (because this ancient castle has a basement, probably a sump pump too)
You open a trap door and procede down to an even lower level...
Two coffins are on the floor in the middle of the room
Dead roses are on the sides of the room in black vases.
Miraculusly, the coffins have absolutely on dust on them.
Both lides of the coffins slowly open...
Slowly and ghostly, Mark and Ehtyl rise out of their coffins...
Mark cracks his knuckles and sits down at the stellar grand piano.
"Dang! Hate it when that happens," says Mark as he reattaches a finger.
He beings playing Chopin Nocturne, Op. 15, No. 3, in g minor.
Ethyls stands and listens.
"400 years of practice and you still forget that same F#," says Ethyl.
Marks looks up at Ethyl and keeps playing...
(Disclaimer: This thread is not to turn into some weird, sick, twisted story. Mark and Ethyl are two characters from near the beginning of this threat. Please keep it light and funny. But keep in mind it's also Halloween.)
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Reply #125 on: October 11, 2004, 07:57:51 PM
Wait! I forgot...
There are wolves howling and owls hooting....
(Interesting sidenote: This story must take place in the 2200's, 400 years after Chopin wrote the piece.)
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Reply #126 on: October 14, 2004, 02:45:05 AM
Mark stands ups, yawns, and stretches.
He looks out the window.
"Goodnight Moon."
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Reply #127 on: October 14, 2004, 06:33:03 AM
("Goodnite moon")......."Hello sun", Mark says. He steps outside, and here's a lovely woman's voice singing "The sun will come out....tomorrow!" He turns in the direction of the music. He feels himself being pulled towards this utter beauty. He's never heard such a lovely woman's voice before. He starts to sing to himself "It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood", and with that. he zips up his cardigan sweater (ala Mr. Rogers). It is early morning, and the air is crisp. The neighborhood has yet to spring to life. Mark hears a neighbors dog bark, and he hears a garage door go up. The neighbors are slowly rousing out of their slumber. That beautiful voice tugs at his heart. He has heard it before. He knows that he was meant to be with this voice forever. Could it be? His heart begins to race. He quickens his pace, almost running towards this voice. He feels a magnetic pull within him. He gasps. His heart is pounding. Could this really be her? Mark reflects on their beautiful moments that they had together. He was angry at himself for saying and doing the things that brought tension to the marriage. He continued toward the voice, as it grew louder and louder. Soon, he would see the face behind the voice. He was drawn to a yellow house. He briskly walked on the sidewalk up to the door. He reached up to knock, but he didn't need to. Before he could knock, the door swung open. It was her!! He was face to face with the only woman he ever loved. They gazed into each others eyes. Lush violin music plays in the background. She gasped, and said "Oh Mark". Mark said "Oh Ethyl". (The violin music grows louder). Then.........
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Reply #128 on: October 20, 2004, 02:40:20 AM
"Would you put that boombox down!" exclaimed Mark, somewhat annoyed.
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"Oh, sorry!" said Ethyl. Lush string music became softer as she lowered the boombox.
"Oh my weary bones!" sighed Mark as he flopped on the couch. He began to play imaginary scales on an "air piano."
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Reply #129 on: October 28, 2004, 11:00:37 PM
But then the air piano broke, so he called the tuner.
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Reply #130 on: October 29, 2004, 01:02:40 AM
Mark bursts into a coughing fit. "It got really dusty in here."
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Reply #131 on: November 01, 2004, 10:04:42 PM
then...........Mark got seriously ill by inhaling all of the dust.....
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Reply #132 on: November 02, 2004, 02:08:25 AM
Mark sat down at the piano and began to practice furiously. Pushing himself to play faster, more accurately....
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Reply #133 on: November 02, 2004, 10:07:18 PM
and he kept playing consatantly without stopping for the next few weeks
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Reply #134 on: November 03, 2004, 02:02:49 AM
.... his knuckles turned red. He was vaguely aware of the sun rising and setting. He grew thin from not eating...
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Re: *Word Game!*
Reply #135 on: November 03, 2004, 09:29:07 PM
then Ethyl came.........
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Reply #136 on: November 04, 2004, 12:32:08 AM
And he took a rocket launcher and blew up Luda.
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Reply #137 on: November 04, 2004, 12:33:31 AM
hnoooo nononon here we go:
And he gave Luda the OC and inside was hidden a black mamba snake so that it bit him and made him dillusional that he could play the OC...and he DID! just all backwards...and at the end of the piece (which is 4 hours later at the beginning)...he slumped over like David Helfgott in shine.
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Reply #138 on: November 04, 2004, 01:54:59 AM
:(um..... OC?
(sniffs air for scent of alcohol...)
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Reply #139 on: November 04, 2004, 03:07:30 PM
and i got my recording and played it backwards!!!! i have played it!!!!
(I really want it for real)
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Reply #140 on: April 26, 2005, 04:43:28 AM
this misterius gass floted in the room and everyone had a heart attack
exept the snail... _@/ ... the snail was pregnant and relesed more snail soon the world was coverd in snails. it was snail world so the snail went to "snail race" and burst out in laughter and in pieces... they exploded. but some snail survived and ruleed the earth!!
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