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Phones, soup, paint and chairs are troubling.
Join Date: May 2003
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The Communal Story Thread
Consequences, or whatever you call it. But respect the rules....or else I'll send an elite squad of posters to make your life a misery by following you round the forum rubbishing your opinions and calling you gay.
The rules are: 1. One person posts a sentence. A cocking sentence, not a paragraph. Doesn't have to be one LINE, but one SENTENCE, alright thickos out there? Doesn't have to be a complete sentence either, could be a word. 2. You can't reply to your own post. If you do it gets boring. Unless it's 3am and it's just you and Van in here, try to let a few people post before you, you cunt. Second thoughts if it's just you and Van, you can break this rule. 3. Don't make it too fecking random...if every line's random surreal shit, Rams will enjoy it but no-one else will. 4. Try not to post really crap things. 5. If the Obscenity Quotient seems to be falling, rectify the situation. Stan is in charge of this if it starts not getting out of hand. 6. If you insist on posting other shit that's not in the story, like spastic comments along the lines of "I wuz goin 2 say that!" or "LMAO", make the story bit bold so people don't have to read the other shite. Thank you, you bunch of cnuts. Right...er... Once upon a time there was a big fat man called 26th May 1999, who used to drink beer in a shed in Warrington all day. |
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Still waiting for my team to make a title challenge.Join Date: Feb 2000
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And for the current spastics who suffer this fate anyway, if you break the rule robbo will eat your eyes The fat bloke decided to go on a diet, after becoming annoyed at the abuse his postal colleagues gave him on a daily basis..."You fat fecker", "You big, fat, feckin cnut" and "You're the fattest feckin cnut I've ever seen and I'm an American" being prime examples |
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extremely handsome, intelligent and talented poster
Join Date: Apr 2000
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So 26 went off is way down the slums of Warrington looking for a caffateria, when all of a sudden he saw a Tesco's delivery van speeding down the road at 2mph.
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Join Date: Nov 2003
Location: The real peoples favourite and most funniest poster of 2005..
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Upon crossing the road to the greasy spoon cafe, 26 was nearly run over by a large lorry, but he new it was going to miss, because it had "Dodge" wrtitten on the front.
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Still waiting for my team to make a title challenge.Join Date: Feb 2000
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Storytelling can get a bit disjointed if everyone speaks at the same time, he thought to himself...as the Tesco driver shouted "Out the way you porky motherfecker"
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Backs Fergie, Yells Giggs!
Join Date: Aug 2001
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"You cheeky little spiky haired prick" shouted the postie "Is that my internet order of beer you've got there? 'kin three days to deliver it you cunt, where'd you bring it from, 'kin Bristol?"
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Still waiting for my team to make a title challenge.Join Date: Feb 2000
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"Feck you fat cnut" the spiky haired driver replied "At least we don't lose it like Royal Mail....you probably work there, judging by how fat you are....you fat feck"
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extremely handsome, intelligent and talented poster
Join Date: Apr 2000
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Just as Simon the Driver and 26 were about to have a fisty cuffs, a whore approched them from the pavement. "Two pond and I'll give you the time of your life!" said Liz.
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Phones, soup, paint and chairs are troubling.
Join Date: May 2003
Location: My enthusiasm is the same. I love this club. It is not about brochures.
Posts: 49,498
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Upset by the constant taunts and lack of quality customer service in the Warrington area, 26 decided he would build a fence between himself and the World.
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Phones, soup, paint and chairs are troubling.
Join Date: May 2003
Location: My enthusiasm is the same. I love this club. It is not about brochures.
Posts: 49,498
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So he was sat in the beer garden of the shed-pub, behind his fence, trying to think of a new job, when all of a sudden a screech and girly yelp marked the arrival of...
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Phones, soup, paint and chairs are troubling.
Join Date: May 2003
Location: My enthusiasm is the same. I love this club. It is not about brochures.
Posts: 49,498
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"What's that missile-shaped thing in the sky?" said Weaste suddenly, dropping his chip pan, and also his trousers, in the hope that the hot fat would grease his shithole enough for him to be buggered by an oncoming terrorist projectile.
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