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NEEEEEEWWWWWW PAAAAAGGGGGGEEEEEE

Originally posted by Yamcha
If we all die tomorrow from those asteroids

Well for one I'll be pissed cause 7am on Wednesday starts my day off,

But also, I just wanted to let you know I love you all! An I'm not even intoxicated right now, just slap happy at work.

what asteroids oh I don't wanna die a virgin

We love you too ~love

Originally posted by Jmanghan
I'm seriously becoming addicted to this game, its so... ****ing fun.
what game

Originally posted by Slay
Don't do it Walshy, that shit is pure poison. You don't want to turn into a baggy jeans wearing American teenager with an attitude problem, do you?
minus the American part, I'm already those things aw00t

Christ Dave do you mind

Originally posted by walshy
Christ Dave do you mind
well, why CAN''t YOU just DIIIIGGG IIIITTTTT

I wanna rock

Rose tyler, i....

I couldn't watch all of night of champions on Sunday

Lets have a word

Word up.

wordssssss

Sat in my dressing gown watching Jerry Springer at 2pm, I need to get my shit sorted.

Originally posted by Scribble
Sat in my dressing gown watching Jerry Springer at 2pm, I need to get my shit sorted.

Exactly, you should be writing your first screenplay, brev.

I could write a screenplay about a Jerry Springer-esque host that finally realises his soul has long decayed, so he cracks, mows down half of the audience with two pistols, then turns the gun on himself.

Although I've wanted to do that for ages, think it'd work as a more gritty and realistic Black Mirror type thing. Style it as a retrospective on the incident, with interviews and stuff.

Originally posted by Scribble
I could write a screenplay about a Jerry Springer-esque host that finally realises his soul has long decayed, so he cracks, mows down half of the audience with two pistols, then turns the gun on himself.

That'd be rad

As a story, not a headline.

Write anything new recently, Bibbsy?

Originally posted by Scribble
I could write a screenplay about a Jerry Springer-esque host that finally realises his soul has long decayed, so he cracks, mows down half of the audience with two pistols, then turns the gun on himself.

Sounds a lot like my screenplay about a failed journalist who works as a paparazzi and gets obsessed with one of his subjects.

VvvvvvV