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The-3-word-Thread...
Hi,
every forum got this, so I will start! And remember keep telling the story, only 3 words in one Post! And I think friday is a good day to start with it...! ;-) This friday I... Moderators note: I will moderate the thread and remove the spoilers and spammers posts where possible, plz report to me anything that needs removing to keep continuity. Have fun :) |
was flying in :)
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Hit & run :rolleyes:
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when someone yelled
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"leave luthier alone!!"
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who's Luthier, said
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Oleg Maddox while
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TreeUK whinged about
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The size of
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his ignore list
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meanwhile, everyone was
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on the list
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because they were
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bored to tears
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because the bloody
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flight models where
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now historically accurate
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bloody. But bloody...
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difficult to handle
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star wars like...
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was the best
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source of FM's
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as nobody else
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does it better
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than ole george
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the chinless wonder.
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that killed it
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"NO" he said....
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while yawning wide
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that he should
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stop this madness!
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But, he couldn't....
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So he yelled ....
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UP3 is better:-P
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than playing tetris
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on crappy GTS250:grin:
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the gts exploded...
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creating miniature blackholes
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into which Oleg
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Looked at and
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saw Raaid smiling
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after some measurements
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he surely knew...
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he was finished
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pack'in a bowl
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of breathable jelly
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that tasted crud
and up yours madblaster, my gts250 rock, even when playing tetris :D :D :D |
but with Aura
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..set on Full
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Cried...chocks away
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only to realise
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Flash pluggin crashed...
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...each and everyone's
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hopes and dreams
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playing BF3 now !!!:grin:
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as escape from
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the miniature blackholes
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of mould, advancing
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upon our flexible
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and somewhat Dali-esque
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three word sentences.
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that just keep
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randomizing the world
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Tally Ho Lads!!!
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My jelly cannon
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went off prematurely
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with the sound
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IL2 lawn-mower engines
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would make if
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scared by geese.
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wearing clown suits
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flown by raaaid
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who controlled them
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remotely, meanwhile back
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in his lair
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Raaaid, ate a
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giant marshmallow man
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chomping the head
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nom nom nom
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Meanwhile in America...
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another creature stirred...
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smoking banana peels
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A frumious bandersnatch
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a small country
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that was so...
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Filled with idiots
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made of wood
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smeared with treacle
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driven mad by
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the pecking of
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one-fingered typists
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who just happened
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to like bugs
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in general, but
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nevertheless felt compelled
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To eat doughnuts
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while constantly complaining
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About the colors
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and the weather
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And no insects
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