Preserved Topic: Your final moments... (Page 4 of 4)

*collects self, regains composure and straightens tie...*

Ahh, much better...

*pulls dart out of neck*

All this drinking has made me thirsty.

*notices wallet sitting on bar*

Another round anyone?! Woo hoo! To-ga! To-ga! To-ga!


....


*after one drink, returns to slime puddle form*

njuice42
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'Oh look! A mumu toga!' *Puts on mumu toga* Now no-one will recognize me..hehe...'Njuice42! NO! I am not the fat lady!! Leggo of my leg!!' *Begins leg-shaking process, dances about wildly, mumu toga falls off...revealing WebShaman in all his glory...slips on Njuice42, falls down in goo...* 'Get offa me, Njuice42! Get offa me!!'

Is there no end to the embarressment...?

*continues his rythmic thrusting blob action, not even taking the time to look at what is being humped*

Mumu toga... fatty... mmmm... *drool, thrust*

njuice42
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*comes to, looks around, decides unconsciousness is far better than what he just saw, and passes out again*

*notices halfway through it's actually Shaman's leg he was humping, not the fat lady*

Oh... dang... sorry about that... lemme umm... err... VG? Where's VG when you need a mop?

*slithers away... taking the mumu with him*

njuice42
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'Thank god!!!' *cleans leg* Hey, look, Suho1004 is unconscious! *Takes out marker, proceeds to mark-up face...* 'Now he looks like Graucho Marx!!!' 'Hey fat lady...do you like Graucho Marx? Yeah? There he is...'

Runs after seeing the look of pure lust spread across the fat jowls of her face...poor, poor Suho1004....

*This next scene has been edited out for the more sensible of our viewers...*

*smiles and sits back to watch the fatlady take full advantage of Suho and rolls the mumu up into a beachball*

Shaman! Heads up!

*volleys mumu ball to WebShaman*

njuice42
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*suddenly wakes up to find himself half smothered by an amorphous blob of love pudding*

Gaaaaaahhhhh!

*whips out his sword of vengeance, slices the fat lady in two, then gets nailed in the head with the volleyball*

Ow... the pub sounded like such a good idea at the time...

WebShaman whips out his tomahawk and shouts 'BAR ROOM BRAAAWWWLLL!'...and is promptly hit by one of the collapsing halfs of fat...'mrfffgh!' (translated as 'Oh shit!!!')

*catches a hefty leg in mid air*

She was a goooood woman, but now she will serve a better purpose: weaponry. On Guarde', Shaman!

*wields te leg as though a sword*

njuice42
icq 957255

ZEBRAS EVERYWHERE

~collapses~

hehe...anyone tried reading the thread through, from start to here? Man, that always makes me start laughing...my co-workers think I'm nuts...

*crawls out from under fat...* 'Ok, Njuice42, en garde!' *prances around like ballarena...notices that he still doesn't have any clothes on....drops hands to cover valuables...slowly slinks to side...* 'uhhh...hehe...' *skins fat lady, and makes temp clothes* 'that's better...now, where were we?' *sees look of lust in Njuice42s eyes, and realizes that he looks like the fat lady, in her skin and all...* 'uhhh...Njuice42? Not again...'

Ooh... pretty Zebras!

*collapses on top of Emps*

*crowds past Suho's dazed expression of bewilderment and approaches WebShamen carefully*

Shh... shh... it's okay, baby, let the Juice take care of allll your worries... shhh...

*grins*

(Yeah, it certainly is a riot. I must have sent the link out to at least a dozen people who've all gotten quite a kick out of it, hehehe)

njuice42
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[This message has been edited by njuice42 (edited 05-14-2002).]

*WebShaman panics, lets fat lady skin fall, graps Emps, sticks him in skin, and hands over the booty to Njuice42...* 'Here you go man!'

*Whew! WebShaman takes out peacepipe, and lights up...* 'Ahhh, that's better...' *Floats away on pink clouds...'