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Many people say... |
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When the opportunity presents itself take it.
I say, why wait for the opportunity.
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THE MUSIC OF PORNO! |
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Guess who lives in Australia? |
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ME, that's who. So take your US court orders and shove them up your arse.
PS: Look at this screenshot. It's from: http://brokentoys.org/ ..
He's been ordered to take that article down.
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The new version of The Wicker Man fucking sucks |
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This movie could have been good . I got to about 15 minutes towards the end and realised that it was a remake ( slow day ) and figured Nick was fucking toast. Then I realised that the movie sucked ass just like that stupid fucking Skeleton Key movie where the bad guys win.
Did I just spoil this for anyone? I hope I did because it was a waste of my time and I hope I stop someone from hiring this out.
If this movie stayed with the program from the point where Nick kicks that chick from The Glass house into a wall ( which was fucking awesome )and lays the smack down on Kathy Bates and then went on to wipe out an entire island of Furries. From this point on I could have written two endings.
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Nick Cage kicks the fuck out of Kathy Bates and the other girl and gets dressed up in a bear suit. He then runs off to the Bee Mistresses little get together and steals the little girl. The little girl leads him to the trap where his ex-fiance hold out the bullets from his gun and smiles smugly to which Nick reponds by shooting the Bee Mistress right in the fucking head and says "You forgot the one in the chamber". Everyone craps their pants because they're all fucking retarded and haven't realised that Nick is now officially out of bullets. He takes the opportunity to cunt punt that dosile ex-lay of his right into the ocean. Roll the mother fucking credits
2. Everything that happened then except the kicking whats-her-face into the ocean. Instead Nick makes his get away while all the other Furries are crying over the Bee Mistresses now chunky headed body. Cut to six months later where Nick's Dosile Ex and That chick he kicked into a wall are at the bar. Obviously they've got a new colony going and are looking for the next guy to be a sacrafice. Now the scene happens just like it did in the movie but instead the dialog goes like along these lines.
"Oh hey tiger I'm new in town blah blah blah"
"That's great you look new etc etc"
"Balh bla blibbity blah. What do you do?"
"I'm a rapist"
Roll the fucking credits.
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If your name starts with J |
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You may need to learn to use the phones at work properly. ;)
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Once yearly update extravaganza! |
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Did I spell that right? Ahh who cares really. This is an update purely for the reason that I haven't written shit in about a year. There's been a whole lot of not much going on for the last twelve odd months. I get up, I go to work, I talk to people that prove that if you give an infinite number of apes a phone at least one of them will ask to check their bank balance and then ask when their money will be in their account and then ask what an overdrawing fee is and then ask for that fee back because they have kids to feed.
In my spare time I am still working on 'The Mod' which is pretty fun. I think I'll have it all done by November ( fingers crossed ). Making a full on first person shooter by yourself is pretty hardcore though ( to be totally honest it won't end up that I made everything - I have a pretty awesome sound guy just twiddling his thumbs while I do other stuff ). I've also just finished reading Das Boot which recommend to anyone with eyes that work. Even if you've seen the movie.
I guess that'll do for now, after all, I've got work to do. Hopefully the next update won't take twelve freakin' months ;)
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Why is Jockey Parking legal? This is retarded. |
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My hours have changed, no longer do I work the wonderful hours of 7.15am to 4pm and I've discovered something.... something evil with where I park my car. That, men pretending to be women and gentlemen, is Jockey Parking.
Now when I first heard of this, possibly like you, I had pictures of people riding around on little dudes with high pitch voices riding horses being parked in the spare spots in the car park. No, my suprisingly fun mental image was not to be. Instead it's where I now arrive at 8.30 and get told where to park my car and hand over my keys so that someone I don't even know can drive my car around the car park as to fit even more cars in. Now yesterday I tolerated it due to the fact I was running a little late and couldn't be bothered questioning the lady I was giving my keys too... during the day my car moved from the second level to the basement. That was a bastard to get out of.
Today I get there and the nice gentleman told me "park anywhere along here"... of which there was two choices. Neither of which would have been great to get into due to being the size of a chihuahuas butthole so I decided to loop around. I took the ramp up a level which , to my dismay was full. Never mind - I went up to the roof.... which was so packed full of cars I figured the only way the people were going to get down was lauching - stunt man style - through the walls and onto the streets below. It was like some freak-child blend of a Woolies car park and a normal inner city carpark. My only option was to reverse back... "Ohshit" there was car parked behind me... slowly and with great caution I rolled my beloved Magna backwards... and scraped the front bumper on their stupid bastard guard barriers.
I somehow managed to get back down a level without flipping out and just parking on the ramp and going to work. I find a spot that I can get into and step out where I am greeted by the nice gentleman with his shit eating grin.
"Go for a tour to the roof huh?"
"Yeh"
"Yeah if I'm down here it means the roof is full"
"No kidding?"
I think that's about when I drew my blade and slashed out his voice box, punched a hole in his sternum and kicked his head off all the way to work - yes, even up the stairs where I sat it on a stick and pretended he was a Bobble-Head all day while answering calls from the most intelligent and polite customers on Earth.
In all - I'll be looking for alternative parking spots while I'm on this shift.
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LOL Have an update! |
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ok forget the laughter.. I just figure I'm paying for this thing so I may as well write some shit on it.
Lesseee here.
ok, so I got me another job. stupid bastards don't know what they're in for. I work at a call centre see... so I'm dealing with, you know, real people and stuff. I'm not the most professional bloke about so I'll probably fuck something up. Oh well, they're paying me for it so it's all good.
The good thing about this "being employed" stuff is that I could afford to get myself some wheels... which is nice. It's going to be fucking fantasic when I get the other bits and get a complete vehicle... OH HA HA ! just kidding, I got a new car.. well not new new.. just.. new to me. It's really nice too... Sure, it's not a Dogdge "I can get chicks just by driving this car" Viper or a Plymouth "I think my name is Groove Champion" Cuda.. but shizzle ma nizzle, it's cool.
So there you go.. I'm working and have a car. I lead an exciting life. Once I'm use to how everything works I'll be getting back to work on "The Mod" which should be awesome. It's not dead yet.. so that's cool.. just hoping we can release this year sometime.
Later folks.
- nooten
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Happy 20th Birthday Ragg. |
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Coolest mod webmaster ever. Grats on your 20th.. consider it a level up.. where your new power is the ability to drink legally.
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Screw Valentines day too. |
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Seriously, if you're going to buy a loved one gifts then do it on a day when it isn't expected you unoriginal schmuck.
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