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That one took a lot longer to turn up than I thought it would.

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:yawn::werewolf::werewolf:

Darken the city, night is a wire

Steam in the subway, earth is a afire

Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo

Woman, you want me, give me a sign

And catch my breathing even closer behind

Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo

 

In touch with the ground

I'm on the hunt I'm after you

Smell like I sound, I'm lost in a crowd

And I'm hungry like the wolf

Straddle the line in discord and rhyme

I'm on the hunt I'm after you

Mouth is alive with juices like wine

And I'm hungry like the wolf

:werewolf::werewolf::werewolf:

Stalked in the forest, too close to hide

I'll be upon you by the moonlight side

Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo

High blood drumming on your skin, it's so tight

You feel my heat, I'm just a moment behind

Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo

 

In touch with the ground

I'm on the hunt I'm after you

Scent and a sound, I'm lost and I'm found

And I'm hungry like the wolf

Strut on a line, it's discord and rhyme

I howl and I whine, I'm after you

Mouth is alive, all running inside

And I'm hungry like the wolf

:werewolf::werewolf::werewolf:

Hungry like the wolf

Hungry like the wolf

Hungry like the wolf

:werewolf::werewolf::werewolf:

Burning the ground, I break from the crowd

I'm on the hunt, I'm after you

I smell like I sound, I'm lost and I'm found

And I'm hungry like the wolf

Strut on a line, it's discord and rhyme

I'm on the hunt, I'm after you

Mouth is alive with juices like wine

And I'm hungry like the wolf

:werewolf::werewolf::werewolf:

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Sounds like a ripoff of The Irate Gamer, even the same game!

 

 

Of course maybe the Irate Gamer ripped off him, so who knows...

 

I really dont know who's ripping off who, but The name: The irate gamer is as uninspired as the plot of terminator 3 (AKA a load of shit).

As for the game, both of them "review" several games of NES...

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Why Nouvelle Vague should fuck off into a deep deep chasm, and fucking die, a slow painful drawn out death. Lets take for example, the song "Love will tear us apart"

 

The original. Stunning in every way. A timeless classic

 

 

The Nouvelle Vague version. Fecal matter at its best.

 

 

And anyone who disagrees should really have their brain examined, and then quartered.

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this had to be the most overpumped, overrated piece of crap ever made...

 

seriously, i'll only let this slide without flying to los angeles and murdering someone, because I'm going to give them the benefit of the doubt and make believe they picked up any crappy piece of shit script due to the writer's strike

 

it's not even rentable, this is something you accidentally watch on TBS Saturday afternoon with commercial interruptions, switching and back and forth between the raiders game replayed because there's a hurricane warning and everything's closed...

 

:ghost:

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Skeeter-san, skeeter-san,

Eats dookey cos he can

Weather it be from a truck,

Or freshly taken from ur but,

Skeeter-san, skeeter-san,

Munch than feaces before its gone

 

I so hope this makes it through the filters.

 

FNHD for life.

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:one of my Doctors on a phone call to south america, translated:

 

Yes. Yes, he's a good friend of mine. His name is spelled J-A-S-O-N, but it's pronounced GAYson. Yes, I know, it's weird...but you know how these Americans are.

 

What does it mean? Roughly....son of a homosexual. Yes, yes very progressive. Ok, send him my regards.

 

:snicker:

--------------------------------------***-------------

 

I swear, listening to these guys...it's like being in high school all over again.

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Just FYI, I started up the Crap Shack Trivia Challenge again, in case anyone wants to participate. Nick suggested I mention it on here and I might get more participants, so if interested, stop by the Crap Shack. Will post the next round questions soon.

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Men Are From Mars...Women Are From "As the World Turns"

 

A true story...

 

RECEIVED FROM AN ENGLISH PROFESSOR: This assignment was actually turned in by two of my English students:

 

Rebecca --last name deleted-- and Gary --last name deleted-- English 44A, SMU'S Creative Writing, Prof Miller

 

In-class Assignment for Wednesday Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right. One of you will then write the first paragraph of a short story. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story. The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back and forth. Remember to reread what has been written each time in order to keep the story coherent. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached.

----------------------------------------------------------------

 

At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the question.

 

Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17," he said into his transgalactic communicator. "Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay.

 

The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit. He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth -- when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspapers to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully.

 

Little did she know, but she has less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace Disarmament Treaty through Congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion which vaporized Laurie and 85 million other Americans. The President slammed his fist on the conference table. "We can't allow this! I'm going to veto that treaty! Let's blow'em out of the sky!"

 

This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic, semi-literate adolescent.

 

Yeah? Well, you're a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium.

 

Asshole.

 

Bitch.

 

True story.

 

Back

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Men Are From Mars...Women Are From "As the World Turns"

 

A true story...

 

RECEIVED FROM AN ENGLISH PROFESSOR: This assignment was actually turned in by two of my English students:

 

Rebecca --last name deleted-- and Gary --last name deleted-- English 44A, SMU'S Creative Writing, Prof Miller

 

In-class Assignment for Wednesday Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right. One of you will then write the first paragraph of a short story. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story. The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back and forth. Remember to reread what has been written each time in order to keep the story coherent. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached.

----------------------------------------------------------------

 

At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the question.

 

Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17," he said into his transgalactic communicator. "Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay.

 

The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit. He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth -- when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspapers to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully.

 

Little did she know, but she has less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace Disarmament Treaty through Congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion which vaporized Laurie and 85 million other Americans. The President slammed his fist on the conference table. "We can't allow this! I'm going to veto that treaty! Let's blow'em out of the sky!"

 

This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic, semi-literate adolescent.

 

Yeah? Well, you're a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium.

 

Asshole.

 

Bitch.

 

True story.

 

Back

 

Holy shit, that was brilliant...

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