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Impressive.......... MOST Impressive.
Travis I already told you: 'Your own life experiences don't come into it. So none of this "HEY, Hatebringer said that to me Yesterday!" stuff.' What happened? Did you read what I wrote, then suddenly come up with EXACTLY the same dialogue all by your self? If you copied any closer to what I wrote, I'd swear you were a SCRIBE rather then a poster to Mr-Cranky.
Your quote is a Joke. It's the BEASTIE BOYS. Any one with a Radio or MTV could tell you that. But I guess it was probably a LOT of work for you to come up with THAT one, huh? Well we all cheer your feeble attempts at literacy. Next time you may actually write something that MAKES SENSE.
And That semen Thing. I guess that's the ONLY way your semen is going to get deposited ANYWHERE but the bathroom floor. Good luck with your therapy.
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ANSWERS:
(H) Indiana Jones: Raiders of the Lost arc
(K) JARETH: Labyrinth
(L) DONOVAN: Indiana Jones And The Last Crusade
(M) HOLDAWAY: RESERVOIR DOGS
(N) LINDSEY: the Abyss
(O) GIB: TRUE LIES
(P) ?
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Last ones..... Then I'm done. No more can I take Travis's torments. He has quoted other posters FAR too much for my taste. It seems his key for of attack, is Plagiarism, or should I say, he's doing HOMAGES of our previous work.
(P) Now The Duck of Death is as good as dead because Corky does it right. He aims real careful, no hurry, and BAM!!!! the Walker-Colt blew up in his hand which was a failing common to that model. You see, if old Corky had've had two guns, instead of just a big dick, he would have been right there to the end to defend himself.
(Q) OH! THE SOT HAS SPOKEN! WHAT HAPPENS TO HER IS NOT TRULY YOUR CONCERN. *I* WILL KILL HER, AND REMEMBER THIS, *NEVER* FORGET THIS: WHEN I FOUND YOU, YOU WERE SO SLOBBERING DRUNK, YOU COULDN'T BUY *BRANDY*!
(R)This sucks. A maniac gets hold of my gun and goes all over the streets killing people with it. So, instead of me being where I oughta be, which is in bed giving my girl the high, hard one, I'm out here doing this shit, roaming around with some overdressed, charcoal-colored loser like you.
(S) we could discuss industrialization and men's fashions all day, but I'm afraid work must intrude. My associate, Mr. Theo, has some questions for you. Sort of fill-in-the blanks questions actually...
(T) See how easy that was? Boom. Still alive. Now we question him. Know why we can question him? Because I got him in the shoulder............ ........... Whatever. The point is, no killing........... ...........Right. Piece of cake. Now I'm happy. Read the man his rights, I'll be over here... being Happy.
(U) What ever happened to Fay Wray That delicate satin-draped frame As it clung to her thigh How I started to cry For I wanted to be dressed just the same.
(V) Well you see, I didn't know where you're address was. So I asked the newsboy. He didn't know. So I asked the fireman, the greengrocer, the butcher, the baker. They didn't know! But the liquor store guy. He knew.
(W) He's got the outfit, he's got the elephant, but we're not through yet. Hang on to your turban, kid, cause we're gonna make you a star!
(X) (on phone, deep and breathy) First I'm going to rip the buttons off your blouse, one by one...then run my tongue along your neck, down to your bare, gleaming breasts... ....... .................. ...and then slowly pull your jeans off inch by inch and lick your belly in circles, further and further down... then I'll pull off your panties with my teeth...
(Y<Z)
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