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« Reply #285 on: August 14, 2007, 10:34:55 PM » |
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« Reply #286 on: August 15, 2007, 04:21:56 AM » |
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Mr.T looks at you and says, "Man, I pity the fool who don't know how the end gonna be" Then he raises his eyes to the sky and says, "in the end times the one known as Drago will return to inflict his great white Russian retribution upon all the lands in revenge for his defeat in Rocky IV, only one man will be able to stop him, none other then Rocky hisself using the Flaming Boxing Glove of Destiny" Mr. T looks at you wonderingly, "I thought they told you kids this stuff in school?"
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« Reply #287 on: August 15, 2007, 12:15:26 PM » |
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>Say "So where can I find this Flaming Boxing Glove of Destiny?"
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« Reply #288 on: August 15, 2007, 12:30:22 PM » |
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At this very moment, your eyes explode and your arms fall off. A great voice in the sky echoes powerfuly: "Thou have embarqued into a great journey young one! To seek the Flaming Boxing Glove of Destiny, thou must find the true meaning of salisbury sauce without using your eyes and arms! If thou find the true meaning, thou shall have your misisng limbs and organs replaced by the gifts of gods!"
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« Reply #289 on: August 15, 2007, 01:28:20 PM » |
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>Say "O great one... the salisbury sauce, would that be with fresh or canned mushrooms?"
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« Reply #290 on: August 19, 2007, 12:47:54 PM » |
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Mr T looks at you and replies "I pitty da foo' who doesn't know the true preparation of salisbury sauce!" and then walks away.
So there you are, blind, armless and standing in a pool of your own blood
You suppose it's getting dark but you're not quite sure, you don't have any eyes anymore.
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« Reply #291 on: August 19, 2007, 02:14:18 PM » |
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>Learn how to do as many of your everyday activities as possible using your feet and legs, incluging legs-only crocodile wrestling.
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« Reply #292 on: August 19, 2007, 02:23:23 PM » |
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The learning process goes awfuly well. You end up writting a novel using only your left foot and never use the letter E once. Hollywood producers make movies about your story but get screwed along the way since they changed enough facts so they don't have to give you a penny.
Still, you have yet to find a crocodile willing to wrestle you... Perhaps in the mailbox you might find one...
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« Reply #293 on: August 19, 2007, 02:26:27 PM » |
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>Don't check the mailbox
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« Reply #294 on: August 19, 2007, 02:29:45 PM » |
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>Walk south past the mailbox
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« Reply #295 on: August 19, 2007, 03:12:26 PM » |
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As you decide to not check the mailbox and in stead, swearing, start considering the possibility of walking past it in a direction of the rather southerly persuasion, you realize that the mailbox is, in fact, already north of you. Not to be outdone, you stride over to the stupid thing, drag it up from the ground, turn on the spot, and shove the mailbox back into the ground to the south of you with a loud grunt. Finally, you walk past it in triumph. The mailbox lets out a small yelp.
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« Reply #296 on: August 19, 2007, 04:23:30 PM » |
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>Take pity on the mailbox, for he knows it rarely ever leaves its spot. Ask the mailbox whether it would like to accompany him in his journey for the Flaming Boxing Glove of Destiny.
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« Reply #297 on: August 19, 2007, 05:44:43 PM » |
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>Take pity on the mailbox, for he knows it rarely ever leaves its spot. Ask the mailbox whether it would like to accompany him in his journey for the Flaming Boxing Glove of Destiny.
>Mailbox says, "...only 19.95 you too can order the one and only Flaming Boxing Glove of Destiny for a limited time only!" and then mumbles something under his breath: "Flaming Boxing Glove of Destiny takes between 20-25 weeks depending upon how drunk the employees of Flaming Boxing Gloves Inc. are that day. Terms of agreement are subject to change erratically and without notice. Flaming Boxing Glove of Destiny is made with valuable moon minerals which may cause you to become the victim of many conspiring mad scientists." |
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« Reply #298 on: August 19, 2007, 06:33:35 PM » |
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>Search cellphone
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« Reply #299 on: August 20, 2007, 07:00:56 AM » |
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You search the cellphone. It's carrying a gun! You wrestle the cellphone to the ground and dropkick it a couple times. Fortunately for you there's no signal in the area, so the phone's calls for help go unanswered. The cellphone eventually decides to surrender, and hand over the gun.
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