The snow was thick on his bootsas he trudged a lonely path along the river bank. How many times had he been here on nights like this, in this very place, and wondered how long it could continue.
(
supermoore: HUNG,
Tue 4 Feb 2003, 1:36,
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could continue, But he could go no furtherhe had worn a hole in his boots. As he walked bear foot across the road to the phone box he noticed an old tatty box. Curious he kicked the top off the box to find a shiny new pair of reebok trainers. Cramming his size 10 feet into the new size 8s he contiued on his quest
(
AzToTheRescue The arsehole formally known as Az The S slur,
Tue 4 Feb 2003, 1:40,
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...continued on his questSuddenly gripped with inexplicable fear, he froze!
It hit him hard, "I look like a filthy towny!"
(It hit him hard, "I look like a filthy towny!"
Spunkmeyer,
Tue 4 Feb 2003, 1:44,
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"I look like a filthy townie"Gripped with fear he made a hard left into a hardware store. What kind of tool could aid his escape from this nightmare?
( supermoore: HUNG,
Tue 4 Feb 2003, 1:45,
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...escape from this nightmare?"Scanning the shelves closely, a glint caught his eye"Ahh, a screwdriver.
"He knew as well as anyone that a male was not truly a man without a screwdriver in his tracksuit pocket. Paying the shopkeeper with a kick to the face and a witty retort of "you fucking cunt", he left the shop.
("He knew as well as anyone that a male was not truly a man without a screwdriver in his tracksuit pocket. Paying the shopkeeper with a kick to the face and a witty retort of "you fucking cunt", he left the shop.
Spunkmeyer,
Tue 4 Feb 2003, 1:48,
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the shoprunning through the street shouting GOFF, MOSHER, FREAK. to which, out of the blue a man who will remain names to conceal his identity stuck out a well placed foot, tripping said townie and banging his head on the floor knocking him clean out.
( AzToTheRescue The arsehole formally known as Az The S slur,
Tue 4 Feb 2003, 1:51,
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....Clean outThe nameless man then kicked the living shit out of him.
(,
Wed 5 Feb 2003, 15:07,
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the shopbefore the shop keeper could ask
"You like bag?"
("You like bag?"
AzToTheRescue The arsehole formally known as Az The S slur,
Tue 4 Feb 2003, 1:56,
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You like bag?It can be yours. In fact all this can be yours, if only you will give yourself into the caring hands of medical science...
( Lethe is carrying a spade. SPANG.,
Tue 4 Feb 2003, 2:24,
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Medical sciencebecause we need more balls fill with cancer
( AzToTheRescue The arsehole formally known as Az The S slur,
Wed 5 Feb 2003, 5:20,
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filthy townieA...ere pall, len us ten pence so a can git me sum fags please
( AzToTheRescue The arsehole formally known as Az The S slur,
Tue 4 Feb 2003, 1:47,
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'Fags please'The sergeant wearily asked, an oversized helmet precariously perched upon his brow. He had lost the one the supply officer had given him early on in his somewhat blighted career, and very nearly his life, to a sniper in the hellish streets of Stalingrad. No matter that they were on the same side, many had lost their minds from the blood-stained recreation of a charnel house the higher ups had commissioned. After receiving his quota of the heavily rationed cigarettes, and pausing briefly to light up in a practice manner, he slumped against the counter of the store the supply division had requisitioned, seeming to collapse in upon himself as he slowly released the watchfulness of the hunted that had kept him alive for so long upon the broken streets of a once proud city. His mind drifted back to a more peaceful time, another life that seemed a century or more gone, not the scant few years he had been surviving upon the front. Smiling wearily, he snorted, and quietly joked, 'So, do you come here often?'
( Lethe is carrying a spade. SPANG.,
Tue 4 Feb 2003, 2:08,
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here often?""Now and again"
whispered an eerie voice from over his left shoulder.
(whispered an eerie voice from over his left shoulder.
Ijon Tichy,
Wed 5 Feb 2003, 15:12,
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