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Непрочитано 02.07.2011, 14:13   #1
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Великобритания (Англия, Уэльс, Шотландия, Северная Ирландия) Weapons Of Brass Destruction



Крутейший скакор с родины сида вишеза
Быстро, угарно, танцевально!


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It all started when our (former porn) star, Rob Kimber, woke up in a secret vineyard. It was the second time it had happened. Feeling alarmingly relieved, Rob Kimber slapped a ninja star, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). A few freaknasty minutes later, he realized that his beloved beard trimmer was missing! Immediately he called his favorite rape victim, Tom Morris. Rob Kimber had known Tom Morris for (plus or minus) 20 years, the majority of which were saucy ones. Tom Morris was unique. He was congenial though sometimes a little... stupid. Rob Kimber called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.
Tom Morris picked up to a very nervous Rob Kimber. Tom Morris calmly assured him that most long-haired sea monkeys sneeze before mating, yet long-haired sea monkeys usually wildly cringe *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Rob Kimber. Why was Tom Morris trying to distract Rob Kimber? Because he had snuck out from Rob Kimber's with the beard trimmer only six days prior. It was a saucy little beard trimmer... how could he resist?
It didn't take long before Rob Kimber got back to the subject at hand: his beard trimmer. Tom Morris sneezed. Relunctantly, Tom Morris invited him over, assuring him they'd find the beard trimmer. Rob Kimber grabbed his canoe and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Tom Morris realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the beard trimmer and he had to do it carefully. He figured that if Rob Kimber took the homemade car, he had take at least two minutes before Rob Kimber would get there. But if he took the Bananamobile? Then Tom Morris would be exceedingly screwed.
Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Tom Morris was interrupted by three selfish ducks that were lured by his beard trimmer. Tom Morris yawned; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling stunned, he thoughtfully reached for his wolverine and recklessly groped every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the bush, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the Bananamobile rolling up. It was Rob Kimber.
----o0o----
As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Texaco to pick up a 12-pack of gerbils, so he knew he was running late. With a mighty leap, Rob Kimber was out of the Bananamobile and went charismatically jaunting toward Tom Morris's front door. Meanwhile inside, Tom Morris was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the beard trimmer into a box of ninja stars and then slid the box behind his elephant. Tom Morris was stunned but at least the beard trimmer was concealed. The doorbell rang.
'Come in,' Tom Morris explosively purred. With a apt push, Rob Kimber opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some insensitive zealous...zealot in a Jap Trap,' he lied. 'It's fine,' Tom Morris assured him. Rob Kimber took a seat mysteriously distant from where Tom Morris had hidden the beard trimmer. Tom Morris panicked trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But Rob Kimber was distracted. Absolutely thrilled, Tom Morris noticed a clueless look on Rob Kimber's face. Rob Kimber slowly opened his mouth to speak.
'...What's that smell?'
Tom Morris felt a stabbing pain in his armpit when Rob Kimber asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the beard trimmer right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A pestering look started to form on Rob Kimber's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's potatos from when she used to have pet legless puppies. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Rob Kimber nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Tom Morris could react, Rob Kimber thoughtfully lunged toward the box and opened it. The beard trimmer was plainly in view.
Rob Kimber stared at Tom Morris for what what must've been six days. A few freaknasty minutes later, Tom Morris groped indiscriminately in Rob Kimber's direction, clearly desperate. Rob Kimber grabbed the beard trimmer and bolted for the door. It was locked. Tom Morris let out a sassy chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Rob Kimber,' he rebuked. Tom Morris always had been a little annoying, so Rob Kimber knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Tom Morris did something crazy, like... start chucking ripened avocados at him or something. Duly ecstatic about the looming crises, he gripped his beard trimmer tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.
Tom Morris looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Rob Kimber. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame two days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Rob Kimber. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. Tom Morris walked over to the window and looked down. Rob Kimber was gone.
----o0o----
Just yonder, Rob Kimber was struggling to make his way through the imaginery desert behind Tom Morris's place. Rob Kimber had severely hurt his taint during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral ducks suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the beard trimmer. One by one they latched on to Rob Kimber. Already weakened from his injury, Rob Kimber yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of ducks running off with his beard trimmer.
About ten hours later, Rob Kimber awoke, his armpit throbbing. It was dark and Rob Kimber did not know where he was. Deep in the humid magical cornfield, Rob Kimber was abundantly lost. Heart filled with earnest fortitude, he remembered that his beard trimmer was taken by the ducks. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life. That's when, to his horror, a shrunken duck emerged from the bush. It was the alpha duck. Rob Kimber opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the duck sunk its teeth into Rob Kimber's love handle. With a faint groan, the life escaped from Rob Kimber's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure.
Less than five miles away, Tom Morris was entombed by anguish over the loss of the beard trimmer. 'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened carrot. With a inept thrust, he buried it deeply into his double chin. As the room began to fade to black, he thought about Rob Kimber... wishing he had found the courage to tell him that he loved him. But he would die alone that day. All that remained was the beard trimmer that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise. And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant ducks, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come. Our heroes would've lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead. So, no one lived forever after, the end. :'(
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Thomas Bang
Adam Goddard
Anthony Biswell
James Harris
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хуле тут так мало?? (с)
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вот и я думаю, хуле никому не нравятся что ли? или послушать вломы)
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мужчина, да они офигенны)
в плеере уже на почетном месте)
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Шикарная скакор банда из Уэймута, Англия. Да ещё и в качестве 320kbps!! Эксклюзив от зина Kill Your Own
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вот и я думаю, хуле никому не нравятся что ли? или послушать вломы)
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