miranda B
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and that whas to find somebody who had a napkin to wipe of the drool(or other bodily fluid).
but it whas hopeless because noby had a napkin so he had to take drastic measures and.........
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but it whas hopeless because noby had a napkin so he had to take drastic measures and.........
miranda B
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Don Corleone
Emre
miranda B
Member
why are you still up so late?Originally posted by Don Corleone
miranda it's 4 am in the morning there, go to bed.
cant sleep either?
dont you have to get out early for work or something¿
Crack Hitler
homeless
And now I am.. I went to Nosturi yesterday to see an amazing gig
didn't get too much sleep last night.
now for some coffee.. sorry i didn't contribute to the thread the way i was supposed to
Originally posted by Crack Hitler
And now I am.. I went to Nosturi yesterday to see an amazing gig
now for some coffee.. sorry i didn't contribute to the thread the way i was supposed to
So who was playin?
Again some excellent gig I never saw..?!
Don Corleone
Emre
you deleted your previous post?
well, there are those days when one cannot sleep. i think you know what i mean.
Crack Hitler
homeless
Originally posted by speakinstone
So who was playin?
Again some excellent gig I never saw..?!
There was this swedish band called Nine. They play, umm.. really rockin' music with melodic guitars and screaming vocals.. can't describe it better. Someone once said it's deathpunk
but I don't know if that's good description either.And two finnish band were opening for them, Sunride and Endstand. Especially the latter was excellent also. Quite punk. Uh, I guess.
Originally posted by Crack Hitler
There was this swedish band called Nine. They play, umm.. really rockin' music with melodic guitars and screaming vocals.. can't describe it better. Someone once said it's deathpunk
And two finnish band were opening for them, Sunride and Endstand. Especially the latter was excellent also. Quite punk. Uh, I guess.
Strange names..?. well punk and the fame won't walk hand in hand
:hotjump: Mä vaan pogoon!! (didn't know what's 'pogota' in english..
)
miranda B
Member
yeah i know to well what you mean:sOriginally posted by Don Corleone
you deleted your previous post?
well, there are those days when one cannot sleep. i think you know what i mean.
Crack Hitler
homeless
Originally posted by speakinstone
Strange names..?. well punk and the fame won't walk hand in hand
:hotjump: Mä vaan pogoon!! (didn't know what's 'pogota' in english..
Isn't it just pogoing in english? po-going.. okay, doesn't sound too good, now does it?
Well anyways, I was a little too tired to get in to the berserk-mode but my neck hurts still... It was a great gig I tell ya! 
Bambi
Villain of the piece
well seems as how youse bleedin turks have killed our little story stone dead now I might as well warn yis: headbanging is a BIG no no, its really bad for yer neck, don't do it even if yer idols do!!
Slayer are only still going cos they have to pay off kerry kings chiropactor bills!!!
I repeat: don't do it kids!!
Slayer are only still going cos they have to pay off kerry kings chiropactor bills!!!
I repeat: don't do it kids!!
Mick Moss
antimonger
and that was the cord attatched to his right nipple. ( He was told in a dream shortly after birth that when in times of absoulute horror and desperation, to pull the cord would retrieve him from this nightmare planet of earth and back to his true place of being, although it wasnt specified exactly what this place was. )
He unbuttoned his shirt and felt desperately for the flimsy cord protruding from his thin tit like a cancer ridden tapeworm, but in his momentary distraction, failed to notice the toppled over shopping trolley at the grass verge.
His shins made contact first, sending his top half bowling on an axis towards the gritty floor below. With a hot belt, he felt his teeth driving through his bottom lips (which later would puff up like pink balloons) as the concrete made contact with his face.
Just before falling into blackness he felt the eleven fingers of the BillBeast growing like vines down the back of his shirt, as the hideous monster cackled gleefully.
All went dark .......
miranda B
Member
Mick Moss
antimonger
whoops sorry - amendment -
...there was someone else in the dress with Bill, and he was in her as well.
they were gaining on him, their awkward dress encumbered strides made them look like demented competitors in a three legged race "joiiin ussss" they leered, drool (or was it some other bodily fluid??) running down their double chins, he had only one hope.....and that whas to find somebody who had a napkin to wipe of the drool(or other bodily fluid).
but it whas hopeless because noby had a napkin so he had to take drastic measures and that was the cord attatched to his right nipple. ( He was told in a dream shortly after birth that when in times of absoulute horror and desperation, to pull the cord would retrieve him from this nightmare planet of earth and back to his true place of being, although it wasnt specified exactly what this place was. )
He unbuttoned his shirt and felt desperately for the flimsy cord protruding from his thin tit like a cancer ridden tapeworm, but in his momentary distraction, failed to notice the toppled over shopping trolley at the grass verge.
His shins made contact first, sending his top half bowling on an axis towards the gritty floor below. With a hot belt, he felt his teeth driving through his bottom lips (which later would puff up like pink balloons) as the concrete made contact with his face.
Just before falling into blackness he felt the eleven fingers of the BillBeast growing like vines down the back of his shirt, as the hideous monster cackled gleefully.
All went dark .......
...there was someone else in the dress with Bill, and he was in her as well.
they were gaining on him, their awkward dress encumbered strides made them look like demented competitors in a three legged race "joiiin ussss" they leered, drool (or was it some other bodily fluid??) running down their double chins, he had only one hope.....and that whas to find somebody who had a napkin to wipe of the drool(or other bodily fluid).
but it whas hopeless because noby had a napkin so he had to take drastic measures and that was the cord attatched to his right nipple. ( He was told in a dream shortly after birth that when in times of absoulute horror and desperation, to pull the cord would retrieve him from this nightmare planet of earth and back to his true place of being, although it wasnt specified exactly what this place was. )
He unbuttoned his shirt and felt desperately for the flimsy cord protruding from his thin tit like a cancer ridden tapeworm, but in his momentary distraction, failed to notice the toppled over shopping trolley at the grass verge.
His shins made contact first, sending his top half bowling on an axis towards the gritty floor below. With a hot belt, he felt his teeth driving through his bottom lips (which later would puff up like pink balloons) as the concrete made contact with his face.
Just before falling into blackness he felt the eleven fingers of the BillBeast growing like vines down the back of his shirt, as the hideous monster cackled gleefully.
All went dark .......
Strangelight
steak(knife) no more
Originally posted by miranda B
hey you over looked mine
she said as Bill totally ignore her pathetic attempts to get his attention by exposing her spotty arse to him. He just shook his head and...
Mick Moss
antimonger
unzipped his trouser pouch to let flop his fat but flancid penoot into the night breezy.
Upon making contact with the atmosphere, his flancid penoot began to twitch and kick as if awakened by the night air
Upon making contact with the atmosphere, his flancid penoot began to twitch and kick as if awakened by the night air
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''STORY ERROR!!!''
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Please continue with one possible future for the plot,
otherwise your illegal actions could create a whole parallel universe, catastrophic for mankind's fate!''
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Strangelight
steak(knife) no more
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