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In 1972 as part of a crack commando unit I was sent to prison by
a military court for a crime I didn't commit. I promptly escaped
from a maximum security stockade to the Los Angeles underground. Today, still wanted by the government, I survive as a soldier of fortune. If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find me...
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In 1972 as part of a crack commando unit I was sent to prison by
a military court for a crime I didn't commit. I promptly escaped
from a maximum security stockade to the Los Angeles underground. Today, still wanted by the government, I survive as a soldier of fortune. If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find me...
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Hope this hasn't been done before
EDIT: I've edited this now to 280 pixels - sorry being thick!
(Sat 24th May 2003, 9:32, More)
EDIT: I've edited this now to 280 pixels - sorry being thick!
(Sat 24th May 2003, 9:32, More)
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» Evil Pranks
Definitely evil
As students in halls, we all lived in identical rooms in a block three stories high. It was one of the lad's birthdays, and as good friends do we took him out and got him paralytic. Mike, for that was his name, resided on the third floor, Joe lived in the same room on the ground floor; a few of us hung back from the start of the birthday celebrations to swap the two room's posters, cassettes, books, trainers, everything around. (In these halls your room key always opened at least one other door, and so getting in undetected was a sinch.)
At the end of the night we brought Mike home in appalling condition, and placed him in his own bed clothes but in the ground floor room.
At about 7am we all burst in to his room, startling the bleary eyed, hungover specimen. Then without hesitation we grabbed his legs and arms and threw him out of the window. You should have seen his face as he thought he'd just been hurled out of a third story bedroom.
I can't imagine his relief when he landed on the mattress we'd thoughtfully placed only 18 inches below the window sill.
I'm eternally glad that he wasn't secretly suffering from a heart condition.
(Fri 14th Dec 2007, 12:21, More)
Definitely evil
As students in halls, we all lived in identical rooms in a block three stories high. It was one of the lad's birthdays, and as good friends do we took him out and got him paralytic. Mike, for that was his name, resided on the third floor, Joe lived in the same room on the ground floor; a few of us hung back from the start of the birthday celebrations to swap the two room's posters, cassettes, books, trainers, everything around. (In these halls your room key always opened at least one other door, and so getting in undetected was a sinch.)
At the end of the night we brought Mike home in appalling condition, and placed him in his own bed clothes but in the ground floor room.
At about 7am we all burst in to his room, startling the bleary eyed, hungover specimen. Then without hesitation we grabbed his legs and arms and threw him out of the window. You should have seen his face as he thought he'd just been hurled out of a third story bedroom.
I can't imagine his relief when he landed on the mattress we'd thoughtfully placed only 18 inches below the window sill.
I'm eternally glad that he wasn't secretly suffering from a heart condition.
(Fri 14th Dec 2007, 12:21, More)
» Best Graffiti Ever
Graffiti in the toilets at Bangor University
In the loos at the Main Arts Building (the big gothic looking structure that sits on the hill) was scrawled "The English are thick cunts", under which someone had neatly written "That's great coming from the Welsh, a nation where half its population can't even speak its own language". Succinct, to the point, and undeniably true!
(Fri 4th May 2007, 10:25, More)
Graffiti in the toilets at Bangor University
In the loos at the Main Arts Building (the big gothic looking structure that sits on the hill) was scrawled "The English are thick cunts", under which someone had neatly written "That's great coming from the Welsh, a nation where half its population can't even speak its own language". Succinct, to the point, and undeniably true!
(Fri 4th May 2007, 10:25, More)
» People with Stupid Names
I had a friend...
..called Rupert Lavender once, poor bugger!
(Fri 27th Aug 2004, 10:36, More)
I had a friend...
..called Rupert Lavender once, poor bugger!
(Fri 27th Aug 2004, 10:36, More)