The pump to blow due to Chap's poor building, and cause my recent silicon implant (true story) to burst, and through the sheer awe of TheHippoz' speech, my face turned to this:
and since this is a New Year, when Blazza was supposed to be booking cinema tickets for him and his lass, he decided to revive this thread, only for...
But wait, we don't have a film selection. It was a new year, and KidMod wanted to ditch his dirty, perverted ways, but he thought "Sod it! Blazza needs some good material!" And thus, Fuus and I went to shoot a poorly made porno, pouring keycaps from the recent group buy on to our dripping, oily bodies as Fuus' new car came crashing through the roof...
...filled with numerous pink, phallus shaped objects! Kid and fuus immediately dove into the treasure trove, picking the biggest ones so that they could...
and reenacted the Emancipation Proclamation, complete with little top hats and everything. They were almost at the end, when...
Fire rained down from the heaven melting all keycaps in sight. Fuus and KidMod jumped to the ground, trying to save some caps, but nothing could be done, Every last clack was destroyed.
...a Columbian drug lord stepped off his private plane carrying a briefcase. He put the briefcase on the ground, opened it up and took a step back for his American politician friends to see. It was a...
Explode in a residue of delicious banana yogurt with those nice little chocolate flakes in them. Out of the ashes rose Porkins' Wingman, clutching the glorious chair of the yogurt gods.
The sight brought a tear to KidMod's eye, as he saw his life's work fufilled. He gladly climed into the chair, and Wingman bore him into the heavens. From that time onward, the residents of the land around heard grunts and muffled sighs echo from the sky. Before KidMod went up, he had a strong relationship with Blazza. But since that day, Blazza was alone and had no-one to tuck in in at night, so he took to drinking and started camping out in Bindi's basement. He rarely emerged from the dark, dank hole, and even then only to buy his 'friend's' favourite keycaps. Even after a few weeks of living in these conditions, Blazza had grown a mighty beard.
Blazza Crusoe, as he'd begun to refer to himself as, began to wonder whether he'd end his days in Bindi's basement alone, unloved, unwanted, without a razor. At his lowest ebb, his sanity almost gone, as he thought to himself "If only I'd taken up volleyball ...", the silence was suddenly broken by a cracking sound, followed by glug. With trepidation, he whispered into the dark "Do I smell beer?" ...
His three heads around the room. Yes, three. You know what I mean. Pondering through the room, after inspecting, er, me, he raised his Zap Gun and
