
he could detonate and take out half the block
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 16:42,
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similalry, when he's humping Louis Lane, when he fire's off his chap's stuff, surely... that could be a little harmful.
Would she either explode or would she go flying off like a spaff propelled rocket?
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 16:47,
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Would she either explode or would she go flying off like a spaff propelled rocket?

I must read it at some point, got a matey who finds it all highly amusing.
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 16:58,
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stories are great stuff, especially the visit to Russia.
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 16:49,
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"I watched my store disappear in hurricane of rusty water" says local grocer.
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 16:54,
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 16:57,
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CONGRESS ADJOURNS AFTER OUTBREAK OF BOKING.
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 17:11,
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 17:35,
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:D
Or did Hulk violate his own sofa because Michael Winner is on telly?

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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 16:30,
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Or did Hulk violate his own sofa because Michael Winner is on telly?


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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 16:22,
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and in the background Wonderwoman is getting tit fucked by Mario
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 15:57,
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I've finished myself off now. Draw what you like.
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 16:02,
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......since I've drawn the triplets, not.........never mind.
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 16:03,
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The power of the Mighty Doctor When's spluffage wakes even the Elder Lurkers from their slumber
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 17:11,
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 16:03,
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...I've been sat here counting, and that's well over 8000 copies of her arse - where are they all? Eh? Eh? I couldn't even reliably say whether she's got pants on or not.
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 17:09,
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Or alternatively the catbitch
Or something 4chan related
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 16:04,
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Or something 4chan related

"Skin the catbitch"
You know. Everyone in Arkham City knew Catwoman as "bitch"
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 16:07,
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You know. Everyone in Arkham City knew Catwoman as "bitch"

That way you can refer back to them whenever your own imagination lets you down.
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 16:07,
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It's the last time they can have a bit of a blow out before the really hardcore Olympic training begins. Everyone's just starting to get a bit squiffy and the conversation is beginning to flow more easily. One of the marathon runners decides the music is a little low tempo and sticks on Latin by Holy Fuck, a couple of the heptathletes begin dancing together, gyrating sexily and getting closer and closer. A few of the men cheer and wolf whistle, generally egging them on.
While everyone is distracted, a sprinter takes his chance and starts dropping liquidised temazepam into a few drinks. Not enough to knock people out, but more than enough to really loosen them up and not remember it next day. He's done a dozen or so drinks, when he realises the tone of the sounds behind him have changed and he looks round to see that the heptathletes and a couple of swimmers are now on the floor, pretty much naked, kissing, fondling and licking. One or two of the high jumpers have got their cocks out and are stroking them gently.
The sprinter's own cock gets so hard so quickly it bursts through the thin lycra of his running shorts and he spurts a thick, copious stream of manfat down a shotputter's back. He doesn't know if the shotputter is male or female.
It is the only time he is going to come first this Olympics.
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 16:09,
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While everyone is distracted, a sprinter takes his chance and starts dropping liquidised temazepam into a few drinks. Not enough to knock people out, but more than enough to really loosen them up and not remember it next day. He's done a dozen or so drinks, when he realises the tone of the sounds behind him have changed and he looks round to see that the heptathletes and a couple of swimmers are now on the floor, pretty much naked, kissing, fondling and licking. One or two of the high jumpers have got their cocks out and are stroking them gently.
The sprinter's own cock gets so hard so quickly it bursts through the thin lycra of his running shorts and he spurts a thick, copious stream of manfat down a shotputter's back. He doesn't know if the shotputter is male or female.
It is the only time he is going to come first this Olympics.

;)
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 16:32,
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The album is called Latin, was listening to it as I typed!
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 17:14,
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The rest of the office has picked up the gossip when Abigail arrives. Brian and the other Brian leer at her over their desks, but say nothing. She goes to her office to find Pascal and another man waiting behind her desk.
"Close the door." says the man. He is Detective Superintendent Moyles and he is very unhappy. It seems that Pascal is actually an undercover French police officer and the web cam is part of an operation to close down a large drug-running concern with interests in most of Western Europe. It was not hard to find her apparently. After she scrawled the crude image on Pascal's garden gate, he contacted his Interpol handler, who contacted Detective Superintendent Moyles. A street camera picked her up leaving the alley behind the Frenchman's house and another picked her up as she returned to her pool car. A PNC check revealed the car was registered with the local tax office and Pascal remembered the interview about the tax discrepancy with the intense, slightly nervous woman.
Abigail says nothing as the detective explains all this, but contents herself to stare at Pascal. The Frenchman returns her stare, until finally she cannot listen to any more.
"I saw him masturbating, he was watching me on web cam footage. I want to make a complaint."
Detective Superintendent Moyles turns to the Frenchman.
"Is this true?"
The Frenchman nods, "Well, it was a very sexy dance."
Detective Superintendent Moyles mouths swear words silently and rolls his eyes to the ceiling.
He counts to five, then looks at Abigail, "We are close to arresting a large number of very nasty people, in several countries. If you report this, I will make sure your very, very extra-curricular activities with regards my colleague here are reported to your superiors. I understand your immediate boss has had a heart attack under suspicious circumstances. I'm sure my report would not help your promotion prospects any, so stop fucking me about and I'll stop fucking you about and everyone will be happy, okay?"
Abigail manages a nod.
As he stands up to leave, his phone rings. For a moment he listens, Abigail cannot hear what is said, but Detective Superintendent Moyles is not happy at the news.
"An ironing board? They think? Where was the other one?" A pause while he listens, looking down at Pascal. Pascal is still watching Abigail.
"Burned to death with a broken neck, well I think we can rule out suicide. Fuck." He turns to Abigail.
"We are very, very done here. I'm going to assume we have an understanding and we can all get on with our lives" He nudges Pascal in the shoulder. "Come on, Asterix." He walks out.
As Pascal gets up, he carefully puts a package on the desk.
"For you." He says. His hand lingers on the package for a moment before he follows Detective Superintendent Moyles out, closing the door behind him.
When they have left, Abigail opens the bag. The rubber smell hits her nostrils before she slides it out of it's wrapper.
It is a gorilla mask.
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 16:10,
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"Close the door." says the man. He is Detective Superintendent Moyles and he is very unhappy. It seems that Pascal is actually an undercover French police officer and the web cam is part of an operation to close down a large drug-running concern with interests in most of Western Europe. It was not hard to find her apparently. After she scrawled the crude image on Pascal's garden gate, he contacted his Interpol handler, who contacted Detective Superintendent Moyles. A street camera picked her up leaving the alley behind the Frenchman's house and another picked her up as she returned to her pool car. A PNC check revealed the car was registered with the local tax office and Pascal remembered the interview about the tax discrepancy with the intense, slightly nervous woman.
Abigail says nothing as the detective explains all this, but contents herself to stare at Pascal. The Frenchman returns her stare, until finally she cannot listen to any more.
"I saw him masturbating, he was watching me on web cam footage. I want to make a complaint."
Detective Superintendent Moyles turns to the Frenchman.
"Is this true?"
The Frenchman nods, "Well, it was a very sexy dance."
Detective Superintendent Moyles mouths swear words silently and rolls his eyes to the ceiling.
He counts to five, then looks at Abigail, "We are close to arresting a large number of very nasty people, in several countries. If you report this, I will make sure your very, very extra-curricular activities with regards my colleague here are reported to your superiors. I understand your immediate boss has had a heart attack under suspicious circumstances. I'm sure my report would not help your promotion prospects any, so stop fucking me about and I'll stop fucking you about and everyone will be happy, okay?"
Abigail manages a nod.
As he stands up to leave, his phone rings. For a moment he listens, Abigail cannot hear what is said, but Detective Superintendent Moyles is not happy at the news.
"An ironing board? They think? Where was the other one?" A pause while he listens, looking down at Pascal. Pascal is still watching Abigail.
"Burned to death with a broken neck, well I think we can rule out suicide. Fuck." He turns to Abigail.
"We are very, very done here. I'm going to assume we have an understanding and we can all get on with our lives" He nudges Pascal in the shoulder. "Come on, Asterix." He walks out.
As Pascal gets up, he carefully puts a package on the desk.
"For you." He says. His hand lingers on the package for a moment before he follows Detective Superintendent Moyles out, closing the door behind him.
When they have left, Abigail opens the bag. The rubber smell hits her nostrils before she slides it out of it's wrapper.
It is a gorilla mask.

Your yiffing sickens me.
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 16:21,
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The sexual anthropomorphism of animals is pretty fucking perverse.
You sick fuck.
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 16:23,
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You sick fuck.

but youse had to be furry
perhaps it is a secret feeling.
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 16:25,
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perhaps it is a secret feeling.

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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 16:52,
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I don't know either.
Had a dodgy sleep paralysis patch an hour ago. I could only move my eyes and fingers. Luckily my laptop was already in position so I could still read b3ta while unable to move or speak, which the dear Mrs put down to me just being surly.
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 15:23,
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Had a dodgy sleep paralysis patch an hour ago. I could only move my eyes and fingers. Luckily my laptop was already in position so I could still read b3ta while unable to move or speak, which the dear Mrs put down to me just being surly.

He'd look like a right prat if he went to Sainsbury's or ASDA
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 14:52,
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![Challenge Entry: Superheroes at Home [challenge entry]](/images/board_posticon_c.gif)
"Hi Kids..mummy is home!!"

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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 14:32,
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a few weeks of ignore, and it's amazing how quickly you forget
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 14:39,
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I heard he did, so she disappeared in a puff of smoke.
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 14:40,
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although riverghost didn't get the memo
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 14:41,
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it`s not as if she is suddenly full of hummus or anything
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 14:49,
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Not because of Keith "wha'?" Emerson, by the way.
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 15:08,
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but close!
it works on my older Mac, not on the latest.
(I also have a real 2600 - need to get the amplifier circuits worked on...)
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 15:36,
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it works on my older Mac, not on the latest.
(I also have a real 2600 - need to get the amplifier circuits worked on...)

But that looks a thing of loveliness.
I shall now weep gently, as for a lost love.
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 16:32,
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I shall now weep gently, as for a lost love.

They sent a beta version that is supposed to work on my MacBook... not getting passed the demo authorization block.
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 17:05,
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I've used that kid in at least three pics
This one is best

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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 14:44,
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This one is best


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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 15:56,
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I never would have even THOUGHT OF a woman badly in need of a trim, shitting out of twin breastcocks
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 15:24,
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I believe the phrase you're looking for is "shitting dicknipples"
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 15:28,
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seen the muppets for many many years, but it just reminded me of the theme tune in general, and the idea popped out of my head and after some consultation with my missus, I chucked the above together in a slap dash manner.
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 14:44,
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Even if I don't want him to.
8(
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 13:26,
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8(

Probably thinking how he can do the old reach-through-the-bars-and-grab-the-guard's-keys trick, and he won't even have to get the guard drunk first.
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 13:56,
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for reaching through the bars
*or whatever the young cons of today would say
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 14:04,
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*or whatever the young cons of today would say

b3ta.com/board/10748271
Having said that, if he can stretch any part of his body...
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 13:57,
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Having said that, if he can stretch any part of his body...

so there was *another* reason she used to spread newspaper out on the floor :)
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 13:21,
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when car/van/taxi/lorry/4x4/cyclists/penny-farthing/scooter/motorbike/shopping trolley/zimmer-frame drivers deliberately cut me up
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 13:04,
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But this is just absolutely stupid in every sense no sympathy with this driver at all, if you can't handle the pressure of the job, as much as it is, then just leave and find something less stressful to do like joining the Police or the Army ;)
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 13:13,
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there were no traffic jams or congestion last time
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 13:23,
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this is just in South Yorkshire btw. Each area has there own pay and conditions negotiated locally, management divide and rule.
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 13:24,
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IN THE SAME THREAD!
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Thu 19 Apr 2012, 13:08,
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Alfred will be cross.
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