
Oh wait... never mind.
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who are trying to create a race of super vampire nuns with tits through genetic engineering. Before the stu can arrest the sexy vampire nuns with tits, a wankfest happens that summons radioactive squids with tits that destroy Detroit
Oh yeah: the squids have tits
I call this masterpiece "Massive effects"
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Thu 8 Mar 2012, 13:32,
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Oh yeah: the squids have tits
I call this masterpiece "Massive effects"

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laughingsquid.com/wp-content/uploads/detroit-packard-plant-20080815-171843.jpg
www.feministe.us/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/detroit15.jpg
www.holydieexplorer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/Detroit.jpg
img.timeinc.net/time/photoessays/2008/detroit/detroit_01.jpg
punctumbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/Detroit-Michigan.jpg
www.thecoolist.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/ruins-of-detroit_marchand-and-meffre_8.jpg
What the hell is there to destroy?
Nothing against tits but can we switch it up with dat ass every once in while?

And the sexy vampires nuns with tits were just sexy vampires nuns with tits who spent in bad market shares.
The wank fest is where the stock market bombed
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Thu 8 Mar 2012, 15:13,
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The wank fest is where the stock market bombed

Alan is an enforcer for a large drug-running concern with interests in most of Western Europe. Peter is a money launderer and unfortunately for him, his foolish actions have been noticed by the higher-ups and this is where Alan comes in.
He turns and walks back into the bedroom and sits down opposite Peter, who is dressed only in his underpants and one sock. Alan is a big man, wearing a heavy car coat over a smart cheap suit, he looks like a football manager. Peter can smell engine oil as he sits down opposite, like the man spends a lot of time standing in garages. It opens up lots of worrying mental images. Another man, dressed like a sales rep, stands by the door to make sure Peter cannot run away.
Alan turns the toothbrush over in his hands for a moment, then reaches out and begins tapping Peter's left knee slowly and repeatedly with the bristle end. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
"I don't really understand why people think they can do what you've done, Peter." Alan continues tapping the brush on Peter's knee.
"My job, you see, is very simple. The clue is in the name. Enforcer. I enforce. When somebody steps out of line, it is my job to make sure they see the error of their ways, do you understand?" He stops the slow rhythmic tapping and looks at Peter, who manages a nod. He starts tapping again. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
"Your job, is to make sure that the money our employers collect from their various enterprises cannot be easily traced back to them. It's a complicated job you have and one I have neither need nor care to understand. I do understand that you thought it was okay to take a lot of money from my employers and make it your own. I know this because our employers have accountants who keep an eye on people like you."
He stops tapping and looks round the room. It is a twin room decorated in a clean minimal style echoed throughout the hotel. Peter's laptop sits on the bed beside him, the screensaver is a slow cascade of rainbow colours. He has already transferred funds equivalent to what he took, practically poked his fingers through the screen showing them it was complete. A text message five minutes later confirms the money is safe.
Alan looks at the toothbrush again, noticing that the bristles are damp. He gets up and walks to the wardrobe, then slides the door aside. Beside the complimentary bathrobes and the built-in safe a middle-aged woman in her underwear is sitting clutching her clothes and shoes. She blinks up at him.
"Get dressed. Don't get out of the wardrobe." he says and slides the wardrobe door shut again. He goes to sit down in front of Peter again, listening to the clumsy bumping and shuffling in the wardrobe.
"Fucking hell, Peter. Now it's complicated. I hate complicated situations, Peter. Now I have to deal with that woman as well as you." Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Alan nods at the other man by the door. The other man goes to the window, taking a screwdriver out of his coat pocket. Seven floors up, the windows have a retaining bolt to stop them being opened too wide. He starts to unscrew the retaining bolt out of the window frame.
Alan drops the toothbrush and reaches up for Peter's head with both hands. He snaps Peter's neck easily and the man flops back onto the bed, breath heaving, eyes gaping. The other man at the window has removed the bolt and sets it down on the sill, swinging the window open wide.
" You're going out of the window, Peter. Sorry and all that, but you've been stupid and greedy and our employers won't have that sort of behaviour." He reaches down for the toothbrush and picks it up.
"Get that and his phone, I'll get the woman." He points to the laptop, then goes to the wardrobe. He slides the mirrored door open and is hit full on in the nose with the complimentary iron. Dazed, he sits back on the bed, blood flowing from his nose.
"Fuck.." manages the other enforcer before the iron glances off his left temple. He drops the laptop which lands edge on with a loud crack on the thin carpet, then he stumbles back through the open window. The laptop makes a harsh buzzing noise and begins to smoke.
The woman, her blouse on backwards and hair wildly stuck out to one side, stumbles from the wardrobe and drags the hotel room door open, before running out into the corridor screaming. Alan makes a wild grab as she passes, but misses and instead tips forward onto his knees. The complimentary ironing board tips down from it's storage bracket, driving a metal rod in the underside an inch into Alan's skull. Peter, still alive but paralysed can only stare as the now fiercely burning laptop sets light to the duvet.

I'm loads of fun to go to the theatre with

I apologize, I should have known that you would have all of the plot holes and continuity irregularities in check. :)
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Thu 8 Mar 2012, 13:43,
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In five minutes they get hotter than the surface of the sun those things...
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Thu 8 Mar 2012, 13:47,
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but i cant be arsed
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Thu 8 Mar 2012, 13:46,
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It'd be a lot like Chris Morris' Jam, I reckon.
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Thu 8 Mar 2012, 13:48,
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I thought it meant thread deleter.
Is he not just copying and pasting them from somewhere? He seems to type them out lightening quick, unless he types them out in advance...!
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Thu 8 Mar 2012, 13:50,
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Is he not just copying and pasting them from somewhere? He seems to type them out lightening quick, unless he types them out in advance...!

And I reckon he's written all of these in advance, but still...
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Thu 8 Mar 2012, 13:51,
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I've not got much more left as I'm getting bored doing it.
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Thu 8 Mar 2012, 13:57,
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I enjoy it for a few days and then can't be bothered any more, like today.
I have to write a good one soon as I've promised to put one on the back of a t shirt for the b3ta auction
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Thu 8 Mar 2012, 14:04,
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I have to write a good one soon as I've promised to put one on the back of a t shirt for the b3ta auction

Someone's going to turn heads down the pub if they win the bid on that.
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Thu 8 Mar 2012, 14:08,
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I do the same sometimes, but not always.
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Thu 8 Mar 2012, 13:57,
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A lot of potential in these short stories, I must say.
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I can't be arsed today.
edit/ all right, just a quick one then
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Thu 8 Mar 2012, 13:55,
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edit/ all right, just a quick one then

www.b3ta.com/board/10711737
...so you never know.
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Thu 8 Mar 2012, 13:39,
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...so you never know.


each with 2 chest mounted space helmets to contain their large boobs. They have visors so you can see their nips pressed on the glass.
Please. Its the only way i can get an erection.
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Thu 8 Mar 2012, 13:36,
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Please. Its the only way i can get an erection.


But who knows what milkshake Alberto Frog will choose?
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Thu 8 Mar 2012, 13:43,
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i think he's trying to shake his 'things with tits' image on here, by mixing it up with respectable comic / fantasy art, with the occasional bit of filth and / or yiffery.
Be nice if it did though. I'd do it myself if i wasnt so shite at drawing
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Thu 8 Mar 2012, 13:47,
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Be nice if it did though. I'd do it myself if i wasnt so shite at drawing

Something I've just noticed, she has MASSIVE hands, and only 3 fingers on each hand. Bizarre.
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Thu 8 Mar 2012, 13:50,
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PS - my professional experience working on kids tv, and character design in general has taught me that characters with 3 fingers, rather than 4 is a no-no in japan due to the whole yakuza thing.
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Thu 8 Mar 2012, 13:57,
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In fact, it almost seems Moggy took inspiration from Hsien-Ko.
Fuck knows what I'm going to draw in response to that picture last night.
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Thu 8 Mar 2012, 13:59,
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Fuck knows what I'm going to draw in response to that picture last night.

Its a long time to spend on a silly idea like that though.
I DO need more humourous pics in my portfolio though. Hmmm *pastes suggestion in my ideas file*
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I DO need more humourous pics in my portfolio though. Hmmm *pastes suggestion in my ideas file*

Of all the possible space suit related naughtiness you could come up with, that's it?
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Thu 8 Mar 2012, 13:49,
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but this is more original. Ive never seen spacewomen with pressurised tit-helmets before.
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i bought my mate an original pencil sketch of Jem as a present the other day. Well - its for him and his missus, as they both strangely like Jem :-D
Got it from a comic convention, where they were also selling shitloads of original cels from the ghostbusters and ewoks cartoons, as well as he-man and bravestarr
EDIT - *googles* - oh. Its some band, not the 80s girl's cartoon.
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Thu 8 Mar 2012, 13:59,
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Got it from a comic convention, where they were also selling shitloads of original cels from the ghostbusters and ewoks cartoons, as well as he-man and bravestarr
EDIT - *googles* - oh. Its some band, not the 80s girl's cartoon.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=x5cBWsGtfJM&feature=related
And yes, this is the only reason I know what Jem is in terms of the cartoon.
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Thu 8 Mar 2012, 14:04,
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And yes, this is the only reason I know what Jem is in terms of the cartoon.

Damn those futurecops for always stealing 80s cartoons / anime in their videos!
Its got a pretty badass theme tune:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JNqrWm1M3Sc
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Thu 8 Mar 2012, 14:07,
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Its got a pretty badass theme tune:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JNqrWm1M3Sc

Shame I only really caught a few of these cartoons when they were re-run during the 90s.
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Thu 8 Mar 2012, 14:11,
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Animation purists like John K might lambast 80s cartoons and their lack of classic style (like hanna barberra, fleischer etc), but i loved them. They were usually really well animated (well - in terms of fluidity and the still frame/ movement ratio) and nice and chunky compared to cartoons these days.
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Thu 8 Mar 2012, 14:23,
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with tits.
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Thu 8 Mar 2012, 13:51,
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WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH HER JOLLY JACK?
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Thu 8 Mar 2012, 14:07,
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The line being: "Stacheldraht im Harnkanal"
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Thu 8 Mar 2012, 14:05,
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how about guybrush threepwood beating the shit out of captain jack sparrow
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Thu 8 Mar 2012, 14:48,
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Okay, which one of you cunts pinned this badge on me while I was asleep?
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Thu 8 Mar 2012, 14:59,
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gently rubbing massage oils into a skinny middle-aged woman's lower back and buttocks. He has a stonking erection but a deep frown creases his face as the anticipation of Goebels blowing his cock off with the small Luger he holds as he hides beneath the bed is becoming too much to bear.
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Thu 8 Mar 2012, 14:11,
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in the laundry basket, Martin Bormann is sniffing the dirty towels and making soft keening noises.
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