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I reckon if I psyched myself up, put all my weight into it, and wasn't worried about having my throat ripped out, I could probably wrestle down a wolf, but only if my torso was greased and we did this thing as dawn rose over the mountain forests, and I knew I was going to get royalties of the t-shirt afterwards.
( Grrrmachine the indifference engine, Sat 13 Jun 2009, 21:53, archived)

I'd pay good money for that.
Maybe better in the night during a full moon though? They seem to like those t-shirt designs in a silver glow.
( Harold Bishop's Love Child some sort of terrifying sex magician., Sat 13 Jun 2009, 21:56, archived)

no, fuck it, I want a lemon yellow t-shirt with sandy brown mountains
and me there in torn jeans and a glistening barrel chest staving off the snarling slathering jaws of a massive fucking wolf. Rock on.
( Grrrmachine the indifference engine, Sat 13 Jun 2009, 21:59, archived)

It sounds like the kind of shirt that a member of Slayer would wear on stage.
and I'd watch them live, look at the shirt and think to myself....''That's Grrrmachine. I've spoken to him online''. Then act all smug.
( Harold Bishop's Love Child some sort of terrifying sex magician., Sat 13 Jun 2009, 22:11, archived)

I'd pay to see that.
I'd pay well
( Major Turd for tonight only, Sat 13 Jun 2009, 22:27, archived)