It's all fun and games until ....
...somebody loses a lawsuit.
...somebody gets chlamydia.
... premature ejaculation.
... your spouse finds out.
Well, what spoils YOUR fun and games?
Rollers !!!!
(Police Lights )
Shit.
What?
Rollers.
No.
Yeah.
Shit.
Ahh, one of my favourites.
You find out how much it's gonna cost!
You remember you forgot, ________.
when someone shoots their eye out.
the body starts to cool...
...the hobo starts to wake...
...the alarms start going off...
...there's blood on the tracks...
...and a strange substance on your back...
...oozes down your neck....
(maybe we should be in the Three Words at a Time Story thread? :lol:
lol
maybe hmmm
It's all fun and games until...
... the clergy arrives
Someone smells the decomposition...
...the coroner's inquest begins...
... your dick starts turning green....
...someone gets seriously hurt, and then sorry won't be enough!!
...some asshat comes along and mucks it all up.
... the flying monkeys arrive.
... someone decides to take the moral high ground.
. . . somebody starts running a BBS.
The IRS sends you a summons.
It's all fun and games until it's not fun and games anymore.
...they call your "All-in" bluff.
... the first body part is found in the stew.
..you run out of ice.....
until someone loses an eye.
Then it's all "Hey! Free eyeball!"
until you
realise thats your own blood
...until blackfly takes out the whole crop...
... until they say "I'm sorry, your card has been refused" at the checkout ...
..you run out of ice.....
related to Ron White by any chance?
Nah... but we do share a common thread. Scotch is the classiest way I know to get drunk.
...until you
click the rick
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...go on... maybe it isn't.....[/COLOR]
...you wake up with a horse's head in your bed.
...someone finds that it causes cancer and erectile dysfunction
...you find a bed where your horse's head should be..
...you wake up and discover it was all just a dream.
...you develop an allergy to it
..... you get to know who they REALLY are.
...they get to know who you really are...
...Skynet gains self-awareness...
... you realize that your map program in the phone can be used to track your movements.
...you run out of sulfuric acid.
... the neighbors smell the bodies decomposing.
... the howling begins...
... you get the results back.
You realise they are laughing at you, not with you.
It's all fun and games until...
... you get back on the scales.
...you wake up with your eyes bloody, your hair hurts and your teeth itch.
... the cops find the head in your fridge.
the dog starts sniffing around.
. . . . your mom and your wife start comparing notes.
. . . . your mistress and wife meet :eek:
...they call in for your arrest record.
. . . the dog barks, proving that you were, in fact, there on the night of the 15th.
...the Zombies come to get you.
someone checks your expenses claim....
...your sister tells your mom about the ass pic you posted on teh Cellar.
... your "friends" post the video on YouTube....
... fun = frequency, urgency, and nocturia.
... her parents find out ...
... pictures surface of the priest kissing his girlfriend.
...Obama appoints a 31 year old to "fix" the GM company.
Till the crazy man laughs........
you realise you're in Bat country!
... the news gets the story...
... pictures surface of the priest kissing his boyfriend.
Fixed it for ya.
...till you're drowning in rhubarb.
...til your rhubarb drowns.....
...someone realises there's a psycho fuck in the room! :P
... you're blacklisted by the [post=571205]OSCC[/post].
.... until someone stabs you in the temple with a letter opener.
...the wolf wants another hot dog.
... you get all caught up in a [thread=20433]time loop[/thread].
(click on my link SG)
.. PD turn up again and remind us how shit we all are.
... you get the official email from the IT administrator...
... you realise you can't get it back off again.
...you can't find a freaking Sholphin costume.
...they check your IP address....
...PD posters come a callin.
... the creepy theme music starts playing.
... you hear the car pull into the driveway.
. . . you forget to plug the cooling fan back in.
... you look in the laser with your remaining eye.
...you try to restart it.
... the "Neighborhood Watch" captain starts snooping around...
... you see the train heading towards you at 70 mph!
... you find out where your Pop Rocks went.
...your funnel tastes like shit......
... you hear the rubber glove snapping...
.. the proctologist undoes his belt...
the administrator finds the banning button and goes trigger happy.
*grins*
You better be glad Ali fouind that funny, Boxes... she's highly likely to spank you else:)
til the unbanned ones still think it's clever to post randomly - despite denigrating our childish sense of humour.
...till they leave their jakes in our yard.....
Jakes?
...you realize they weren't just joking
...till you realize you're standing on a large sheet of plastic.....
You realise you're tits up on a towel pouring hotrocks into your own arse...
...until the HIMEOBS show up...
HA - another good one!!!!!
...Billy Goats eat your eyeballs out.
...we get back to fighting amongst ourselves.
OUCH. That has to hurt. Esp if it is huge.
Of course it's huge.
It's packed full of Pop Rocks.
...you get rickrolled ... again.
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