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#10741 A Challenge

Posted by WNxKenny on 28 August 2009 - 07:32 PM

Herself is no fun ;)

#8434 Why did you pick Exodus over NS

Posted by WNxKenny on 15 August 2009 - 04:31 PM

Yeah dave is actually paying me to play because he loves my sexy skills :P

No one can die in a sexier way than me

#8412 50 fun things to do in an elevator

Posted by WNxKenny on 15 August 2009 - 01:35 PM

Got this off a chef website of all places:
50 Fun Things To Do In An Elevator
Make race car noises when people get on and off.

Blow your nose and offer to show the contents of your kleenex to other passengers.

Grimace painfully while slapping your forehead and muttering, "Shut up dammit, all of you just SHUT UP!"

Whistle the first 7 notes of "It's a Small World" incessantly.

Sell Girl Scout Cookies.

On a long ride, sway side to side at the natural frequency of the elevator.


Crack open your briefcase or purse, and while peering inside ask, "Got enough air in there?"

Offer name tags to everyone getting on the elevator. Wear your upside-down.

Stand silent and motionless in the corner, facing the wall, without getting off.

When arriving at your floor, grunt and strain to pull the doors open, then act embarrassed when they open by themselves.

Lean over to another passenger and whisper, "Ever had a Wet Willy?"

Greet everyone getting on the elevator with a warm handshake and ask them to call you "Admiral."

One word: Flatulence!

On the highest floor, hold the door open and demand that it stay open until you hear the penny you dropped down the shaft go "plink" at the bottom.

Do Tai Chi exercises.

Stare, grinning, at another passenger for a while, and then announce: "I've got new socks on."

When at least 8 people have boarded, moan from the back, "Oh, not now, damn motion sickness!"

Give religious tracts to each passenger.

Meow occasionally.

Bet the other passengers you can fit a quarter in your nose.

Frown and mutter, "Gotta go, gotta go," then sigh and say, "oops!"

Show other passengers a wound and ask if it looks infected.

Sing "Mary Had a Little Lamb" while continuously pushing buttons.

Holler, "Chutes away!!" whenever the elevator descends.

Walk on with a cooler that says "Human Head" on the side.

Stare at another passenger for a while, then announce, "You're one of THEM!" and move to the far corner of the elevator.

Burp, then say, "Mmmmm.....tasty!"

Leave a box between the doors.

Ask each passenger getting on if you can push the button for them.

Wear a hand puppet and talk to the other passengers "through" it.

Start a sing-along.

When the elevator is silent, look around and ask, "Is that your beeper?"

Play the accordion.

Shadow box.

Say, "Ding!" at each floor.

Lean against the button panel.

Say, "I wonder what all these do?" and then push ALL the red buttons.

Listen to the elevator walls with a stethoscope.

Draw a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to the other passengers that this is your "personal space."

Bring a chair along.

Take a bite of a sandwich and ask another passenger, "Wanna see wha in muh mouf??"

Blow spit bubbles.

Pull your gum out of your mouth in long strings.

Announce in a demonic voice, "I must find a more suitable host body."

Carry a blanket a clutch it protectively.

Make explosion noises when anyone presses a button.

Wear "X-Ray Specs" and leer suggestively at other passengers.

Stare at your thumb and say, "I think it's getting bigger."

If anyone brushes against you, recoil fiercely and scream, "BAD TOUCH

#6941 Rate the last movie you have seen

Posted by WNxKenny on 05 August 2009 - 09:56 AM


It is One of those random movies with random scenes and stories to follow, only better as you have Sammuel Jackson with his usual "mother fucker" sort of attitude.

Watched that last night

Jules: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... stop right there. Eatin' a bitch out, and givin' a bitch a foot massage ain't even the same fuckin' thing.
Vincent: It's not. It's the same ballpark.
Jules: Ain't no fuckin' ballpark neither. Now look, maybe your method of massage differs from mine, but, you know, touchin' his wife's feet, and stickin' your tongue in her Holiest of Holies, ain't the same fuckin' ballpark, it ain't the same league, it ain't even the same fuckin' sport. Look, foot massages don't mean shit.
Vincent: Have you ever given a foot massage?
Jules: [scoffs] Don't be tellin' me about foot massages. I'm the foot fuckin' master.
Vincent: Given a lot of 'em?
Jules: Shit yeah. I got my technique down and everything, I don't be ticklin' or nothin'.
Vincent: Would you give a guy a foot massage?
[Jules gives Vincent a long look, realizing he's been set up]
Jules: Fuck you.
Vincent: You give them a lot?
Jules: Fuck you.
Vincent: You know, I'm getting kinda tired. I could use a foot massage myself.
Jules: Man, you best back off, I'm gittin' a little pissed here.