shinzuku Posted October 12, 2005 Share Posted October 12, 2005 Since Purple Squid is closing the first one I'll make a new one Rules 1. The person who post the pic is the judge 2. The finally ruling has to be in bold (so you can see it) 3. The person who wins gets to post the next pic. Here's the picture Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DarthAve Posted October 12, 2005 Share Posted October 12, 2005 Sasha- "Oh.. Geez.. this is awkward." Milla- "Yeah, sure is.(Dang, so close. Maybe next time)" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Purple Squid Posted October 12, 2005 Share Posted October 12, 2005 Sasha was so clueless. All of these years, all of the moments they'd been through... ... ... She was finally going to eat his face. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sokolov Posted October 12, 2005 Share Posted October 12, 2005 "Your hand is on my udder, Milla." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
splitsecond Posted October 12, 2005 Share Posted October 12, 2005 this magical moment almost makes you forget about the other thousand people who were killed or injured. (wow thats just bad) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Smon Posted October 12, 2005 Share Posted October 12, 2005 Milla:GOOD GOD! Sasha, half your face was blown off in the explosion! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gruducuuz Posted October 12, 2005 Share Posted October 12, 2005 During WW2, Milla Vodelo, as pictured here, escaped to her bomb shelter, cleverly disguised as half of psychonaut agent Sasha Nein. It was there where she would dance all day and paty all night, by herself. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Purple Squid Posted October 13, 2005 Share Posted October 13, 2005 By default, yes default, it has been quite a long time since this round was started. Grud, please post the next pic. Dawg. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gruducuuz Posted October 13, 2005 Share Posted October 13, 2005 Awesome! I can update my sig now! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Purple Squid Posted October 13, 2005 Share Posted October 13, 2005 No, don't change your sig. I didn't say you won. XD You were just the last person to enter... Silly sheep. Up, no, wait. I'm waiting a while before I enter. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Smon Posted October 13, 2005 Share Posted October 13, 2005 as Raz entered he saw a curly mustached mystery man eating a pony. Raz and the pony were never seen again. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Klia Posted October 13, 2005 Share Posted October 13, 2005 Awesome! I can update my sig now! Can I post now? If not, then just don't count this... Cleverly disguised as the "World's Smallest Pony" shack, Raz would sneak in every night to catch a glimpse of BunnyDancers XXX. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gruducuuz Posted October 13, 2005 Share Posted October 13, 2005 No, don't change your sig. I didn't say you won. XD You were just the last person to enter... Silly sheep. Up, no, wait. I'm waiting a while before I enter. Dang. Back to 5. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Purple Squid Posted October 13, 2005 Share Posted October 13, 2005 Raz realised all the good captions were taken, so he took a tiny peek and- Raz- GOOD LORD! BunnyDancers? PONY EATING INSIDE JOKES?! WHAT is wrong with these people!? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
shinzuku Posted October 13, 2005 Author Share Posted October 13, 2005 Quickly running into the nearest caraban, Raz super quickly changed into Super Raz. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DarthAve Posted October 13, 2005 Share Posted October 13, 2005 umm, Raz- ~enters caravan~ OMG, MRS. ROBINSON!!! Mrs. Robinson-"Well, hi there Raz" Raz-"Mrs. Robinson, are you warm for my form?" Mrs. Robinson-"Isn't it obvious?" Raz- "Oh...My.....GOD!!!!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
splitsecond Posted October 13, 2005 Share Posted October 13, 2005 Raz: alright now to steal the world's smallest....?why is there a shoe where the pony should be Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
90SK Posted October 13, 2005 Share Posted October 13, 2005 Raz: Hey, what the...? This isn't an outhouse! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sokolov Posted October 13, 2005 Share Posted October 13, 2005 *knock knock* -"What's the password?" -"Size Doesn't Matter." -"Right then." *opens door* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sokolov Posted October 14, 2005 Share Posted October 14, 2005 Man, this thread died in a hurry... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Purple Squid Posted October 14, 2005 Share Posted October 14, 2005 It's not dead... someone needs to post a pic. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sokolov Posted October 14, 2005 Share Posted October 14, 2005 It's not dead... someone needs to post a pic. Anyone? Ok, then. Keeping with the memory vault theme... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Purple Squid Posted October 14, 2005 Share Posted October 14, 2005 Huzzah! Oh, man. Such a tiny picture. The pair were too engrossed in intelligent conversation to realise... Fred- So... come here often? ...that the clock was on fire. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
shinzuku Posted October 14, 2005 Author Share Posted October 14, 2005 Crispin: O-m-g a floating x Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tahnee Posted October 14, 2005 Share Posted October 14, 2005 Not for the first time today, Crispin wondered if Fred would ever notice that he couldn't move the pieces with his hands done up in the straitjacket like this. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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