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# you're all
sad cunts


Good day
(, Sat 20 Oct 2007, 19:05, archived)
# I'm sorry to hear that, but
(, Sat 20 Oct 2007, 19:06, archived)
# Hey now, come on
I'm quite cheerful for a cunt.
(, Sat 20 Oct 2007, 19:06, archived)
# I'm the happiest cunt I know
(, Sat 20 Oct 2007, 19:07, archived)
# aye, but as cunts we're pretty useful, so what's your excuse?
(, Sat 20 Oct 2007, 19:08, archived)
# Yes
And?
(, Sat 20 Oct 2007, 19:09, archived)
# I'm more of an unnervingly cheerful liver
But thanks for thinking of us.
*hugs*

(, Sat 20 Oct 2007, 19:10, archived)
#
(, Sat 20 Oct 2007, 19:11, archived)
# GARDEN GNOME
GARDEN GNOME IN GORDON FREEMAN'S CAR

WHY WON'T YOU STAY IN THERE WHEN I NEED YOU TO STAY IN THERE
(, Sat 20 Oct 2007, 19:11, archived)
# Hahaha
We've all had days like that
(, Sat 20 Oct 2007, 19:17, archived)
# eh wot?
who the what where when?
(, Sat 20 Oct 2007, 19:24, archived)
# This is without a doubt the greatest thing I've ever read on the internet.
(, Sat 20 Oct 2007, 19:41, archived)
# Go through all my drunken messages from last night,
read his replies.

Those are the greatest things ever.
(, Sat 20 Oct 2007, 20:34, archived)
# nice lurking
(, Sat 20 Oct 2007, 19:12, archived)
# Shouldn't that be
Your all cunts?
(, Sat 20 Oct 2007, 19:14, archived)
# I love you too, mate.
(, Sat 20 Oct 2007, 19:17, archived)
# ...
The camera fell from his hands to the floor and he stood still, unable to move, unable to think. The cactus was back, and it was washing in his kitchen.
Gordon came to his senses and backed away slowly, hoping that the spiny plant's lack of ears prevented it from hearing the camera breaking on the floor. As he reached behind himself for the door knob, he felt a stabbing pain in his hand. Gordon turned around and looked at his hand in one swift motion, and the realisation came to him like rock to the face. Not only was the cactus back, but the cactus had brought a friend.

'You haven't met Julie, have you?' said the cactus, turning to face Gordon. The poor bicycle repairman was still clutching his hand after getting a shocked fist full of needles in it.

The cactus continued. 'Julie, show our friend what we do with squealers...'

Gordon gulped. He was trapped.
(, Sat 20 Oct 2007, 20:10, archived)
# re:
(, Sat 20 Oct 2007, 20:54, archived)