Gatorboy Posted August 23, 2002 Share Posted August 23, 2002 http://www.animationplanet.net/meta...hpformtest.html dont read my results untill you do it first My results: A few weeks back, Sam and Max died to take a road trip in their 1960 Pez dispenser. They had no sh*t what was going to happen to them just around the first bend! At the local Porn store, they saw a man weilding two nutts menacingly and threatening to shoot everyone where they danced rumba. The impotent Freelance Police took stinky action. Sam pulled out a Vibrator 2003 deluxe , while Max licked his trusty Thong. Within seconds, the Jerked off Poop was taken care of. He lay on the fresh dog poopoo with more holes in him than a block of Swiss Hamburger. The day was saved once again! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Redwing Posted August 23, 2002 Share Posted August 23, 2002 Met sent me this a while ago ^_^ 'tis really funny A few weeks back, Sam and Max destroyed to take a road trip in their 1960 walrus. They had no carpenter what was going to happen to them just around the first bend! At the local gargoyle store, they saw a man weilding two micropachycephalosaurids menacingly and threatening to shoot everyone where they posted. The green Freelance Police took bright action. Sam pulled out a animal, while Max slashed his trusty cat. Within seconds, the mellow shipper was taken care of. He lay on the raptor with more holes in him than a block of Swiss pizza. The day was saved once again! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wacky_Baccy Posted August 24, 2002 Share Posted August 24, 2002 ROTFLMAO :lol: A few weeks back, Sam and Max refused to take a road trip in their 1960 DSS. They had no cat what was going to happen to them just around the first bend! At the local bastard store, they saw a man weilding two sheep menacingly and threatening to shoot everyone where they slept. The slow Freelance Police took peculiar action. Sam pulled out a Lynk, while Max cooked his trusty Redwing. Within seconds, the awkward =mek= was taken care of. He lay on the milk with more holes in him than a block of Swiss pasta. The day was saved once again! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Deadmeat_X Posted August 26, 2002 Share Posted August 26, 2002 URL doesn't work... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Junior™ Posted August 26, 2002 Share Posted August 26, 2002 Yeah, same here... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grannen Posted August 26, 2002 Share Posted August 26, 2002 So I am not the only one with bad URL Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
HelenW Posted August 26, 2002 Share Posted August 26, 2002 I can't see it either! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Redwing Posted August 27, 2002 Share Posted August 27, 2002 This should work ^_^ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Deadmeat_X Posted August 27, 2002 Share Posted August 27, 2002 LOL thanks redwing M results: Here is Deadmeat's result! A few weeks back, Sam and Max walked to take a road trip in their 1960 car. They had no poo what was going to happen to them just around the first bend! At the local cd store, they saw a man weilding two terrorists menacingly and threatening to shoot everyone where they screamed. The motherhumping Freelance Police took purple action. Sam pulled out a human, while Max died his trusty God. Within seconds, the demonic link was taken care of. He lay on the pirat with more holes in him than a block of Swiss trees. The day was saved once again! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Natty At Work Posted August 27, 2002 Share Posted August 27, 2002 A few weeks back, Sam and Max should have decided to take a road trip in their 1960 monster. They had no idea what was going to happen to them just around the first bend! At the local gnome store, they saw a man weilding two mice menacingly and threatening to shoot everyone where they had backed into a corner. The masturbating Freelance Police took wanking action. Sam pulled out a fairy, while Max threw his trusty wookie. Within seconds, the screwing ewok was taken care of. He lay on the grass with more holes in him than a block of Swiss chocolate. The day was saved once again! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Junior™ Posted August 27, 2002 Share Posted August 27, 2002 Thanks for the new link, Redwing. Here is Junior's result! A few weeks back, Sam and Max went to take a road trip in their 1960 Bed. They had no Alcohol what was going to happen to them just around the first bend! At the local Beer store, they saw a man weilding two concerts menacingly and threatening to shoot everyone where they laughed. The funky Freelance Police took flashy action. Sam pulled out a video-game, while Max drove his trusty music. Within seconds, the cool guitar was taken care of. He lay on the family with more holes in him than a block of Swiss pizza. The day was saved once again! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Al-back from the BigWhoop Posted August 27, 2002 Share Posted August 27, 2002 A few weeks back, Sam and Max shot to take a road trip in their 1960 grasshopper. They had no nut what was going to happen to them just around the first bend! At the local cat store, they saw a man weilding two guys menacingly and threatening to shoot everyone where they had sex. The feminine Freelance Police took lame action. Sam pulled out a condom, while Max ****ed his trusty salesman. Within seconds, the kinda sticky tree was taken care of. He lay on the ass with more holes in him than a block of Swiss poo. The day was saved once again! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Joshi Posted August 28, 2002 Share Posted August 28, 2002 weird, but funny Here is Neil Joshi's result! A few weeks back, Sam and Max killed to take a road trip in their 1960 Dice. They had no Monkey what was going to happen to them just around the first bend! At the local Rubber chicken with a pulley in the middle store, they saw a man weilding two Figgins menacingly and threatening to shoot everyone where they shot. The Big Freelance Police took Bad action. Sam pulled out a banana picker, while Max stabbed his trusty Rope. Within seconds, the Stupid Gun was taken care of. He lay on the Duck with more holes in him than a block of Swiss Chicken. The day was saved once again! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Metallus Posted September 6, 2002 Share Posted September 6, 2002 I'm glad you guys like it . I've moved the game to my sam and max site. Check it out here. Thanks! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fender122 Posted September 6, 2002 Share Posted September 6, 2002 A few weeks back, Sam and Max Reincarnated to take a road trip in their 1960 Thong. They had no Weasel what was going to happen to them just around the first bend! At the local Pornographic store, they saw a man weilding two Balls menacingly and threatening to shoot everyone where they Destroyed. The Gay Freelance Police took Very Impotent action. Sam pulled out a Statue, while Max Procrastinated his trusty Car. Within seconds, the Hairy Chocolate was taken care of. He lay on the Gorilla with more holes in him than a block of Swiss Sausage and Meatballs. The day was saved once again! Go to http://www.screechingweasel.com/games/ and try Weasel libs there! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fender122 Posted September 6, 2002 Share Posted September 6, 2002 Leather Jacket First of all, and most important as if you think you're a punk and you don't own a Policeman, you're not a punk. The whiniest of you are thinking to yourselves, WELL I DON'T CARE, I DON'T WANNA BE CLASSIFIED AS A Guy who works behind the counter at the Porn store ANYWAY. Shut up and go home. Real Jug wear real Cookie. Real punks wear real Sandwich WITHOUT stupid spikes or studs or patches or paintings or Guitar or band names Procrastinatedall over them. If you're a Yummy Chocolate, your Gem is adorned only by a few Quickly placed Ballson the lapels. Since we have to take climate into account, you can't be expected to wear your Pork Sword EVERY time you go to a a Screeching Weasel concert. But if you don't wear your leather jacket at least 65% of the time when you go out, you're no punk. Dingbat She's a dingbat Always Procrastinating in to Chocolate Wakes me up to ask if I'm asleep Sits around Masturbating in to Gem Oh God I hate her Cookie cause she's a dingbat Her dumbness really bothers me Brainless questions constantly I wish to shut her Arm, give me a break Oh God I hate her Leather Jacket She lives alone in her own Stallion Naive wide-eyed Ugly Guitar Dosen't care that the world's a mess She's such a waste of Car, a waste of flesh Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Joshi Posted September 7, 2002 Share Posted September 7, 2002 She's a dingbat Always Hit in to Toilet Wakes me up to ask if I'm asleep Sits around Crash in to Donkey Oh God I hate her Money Bladder cause she's a dingbat Her dumbness really bothers me Brainless questions constantly I wish to shut her Arse, give me a break Oh God I hate her Sausage She lives alone in her own Latrene Naive wide-eyed Hideous Circumsition Dosen't care that the world's a mess She's such a waste of Kudu jerky pretzels, a waste of flesh Screeching Weasel We formed in 1985 a few weeks after I saw the Nickle Back. Back then, we were known as All-Night Garage Sale and I was attempting to molest bass. Jack was the guitarist and a displaced Door County-ite appropriately named John was our drummer. Aside from a couple of Stick from a practice tape that were played on WNUR's Fast and Idiot show, we didn't record anything. Those practice Fence are long gone. By November, we'd added a real River player who we christened Jools (I didn't remember him but during my junior high reign of terror, we had apparently crossed paths with mildly traumatic results for Vinnie). Jill was a Egg, but he got some of those letter stickers from the Figgin store and spelled out **** YOU on his statue, and that was good enough for me. We also changed our name to Screeching Weasel, a variation on the name suggested by a Max Payne: "Screaming Otter," which he saw on a frat boy Bird that read "I'VE GOT A SCREAMING Moose IN MY PANTS!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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