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Brent Neal Jones
Expert Film Handler
Posts: 211
From: Ennis, T.X., USA
Registered: Nov 2001
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posted 03-06-2005 03:22 AM
In the grand tradition of three-word past, I felt it was necessary to post in it's entirety. However, I did take the liberty to edit some for smooth reading. It's not as long as I figured it would be and very funny in places...so enjoy!
At the risk of pissing off Brad, Joe, and/or Daryl... I think it's time
to start a NEW 3-word game! (I can afford this risk since I'm NOT a moderator!)
The ONLY rule is you have to add to the continuity of the thread by posting exactly
3 words. No fair cheating by running words together or using excess hyphens.
Violations of this rule will result in a $200 fine payable to ME in cash!
I'll start it off:
That Brad Miller will be pissed that your mom knows what you were up banging last night. She asked "who is going to clean up all that sticky Coot mess that Clint left in the sink?". If only Phil knew Brad's secret, it would be dangerous in the hands of Team America. Therefore, we must go sing karaoke with Japanese businessmen after sex with an intriguing, but none the less obese and drunken dude like COOTZILLA®. It was so funny that I electrocuted Rachel's hamster named Harvey, the cute innocent hampy.
But now that the poor animal has passed on to the great hamster heaven in between earth and Bob's freezer the sanctuary of douche.
"Help!", shouted Cleopatra, "I'm caught in Mountains of emulsion with my handy blow-torch utility!". Meanwhile, George Bush is licking Aaron's new postage stamp featuring Jeremy picking up Phil for a little fun with Aaron, Mike, and John Kerry.
What an awful tragedy that Superman will never fly again. Kryptonite was a Hazardous Material that Batman thought made a great practical joke. Why not?
Spiderman,however, will most likely not be amused and spin a giant web for Mary Jane, while naked and swinging thru the trees with Tarzan and that chick from "Debbie Does Dallas" with Peter North going south when out of nowhere Phil whips out his "Academy membership", which expired years ago, when Phil was still "popping" guys from behind with much force, although not one even remembers Phil. Out for nowhere Clint picks his ass with a really sharp knife that Todd had used before on Mr. Jack Valenti. Lately Jack's been in a bad mood because he can no longer speak in public due to his inflamed hemroid. He would rather play "MPAA Chairman that loves a good emulsion scratch and sniff" card. Meanwhile, all of the alleged movie pirates have been beaten to a pulp, or are wealthy. They sold their "poor quality DVD's" to zit faced adolescents who couldn’t find a date, whilst trying to sneak camcorders into the projection booth for the première of Phil's new documentary about hamsters.
Who could have out-adventured Lemmywinks the lawn gnome mowing the lawn while pulling on Phil's finger. Avoiding Phil's pinky ring was as easy as pie, sometimes.
Meanwhile, Bruce was phenomenally handling film while peeing on hot spark plugs. With sparks flying and juices pouring, Phil's mouth watered cuz the dentist forgot the novocaine and used instead, Bruce's wet plugs.
But Phil forgot to discipline the thingie where it sticks into the full wine glass and stirs up memories of noxious fumes oozing, disgustingly, from the orifices of a monkey named Phil. There was also Brad, the "Grand Poo-Bah" with his long thin shlong that could reach into the depths of (where's this going?!) a finger cot.
Drinking Filmguard with my 700th post When post 701 makes Phil cry and the rest laugh it off because they know about the results of COOT's latest SRD penthouse.
Cory knew that Phil would baste his turkey this Thanksgiving with his special "Salty Phil" Sauce made from all precious bodily fluids that accumulated after long sessions of full bed rest. And then, as you would expect things got weird (they weren't already?!) when General Ripper gently massaged the pink pencil erasers protruding from his silver zipper fly, while others observed safely from afar.
Meanwhile Phil arose and went out but forgot his American Express card. Driving through Hollywood, Cory, Clint, and Bruce somehow got lost, like men always do without a whiney lady to act like a shining beacon of unending, persistent torture.
Scientists have learned that women possess the worthless ability to control men.
Adolescent boys, however, fantacize about their love for parrots who learn to take a crap on their heads.
I always thought that "CinemaScope" movies are best presented wide. However, women in wide-screen, letterboxed formats always seem to look bloated, even though we used FLAT lenses.
Phil would say, "Great Grand Poo-BAH and Caesar's Ghost!", to anyone who dared to comment about Cory liking (Notice: I said liking NOT licking) certain parts of porno films that show Phil taking off his pants and "placing" his extremely large, slippery salmon he caught while swimming upstream in Washington state.
The circus came to Clint's house with lions, tigers, and Clint, oh don't forget about Jason's finger that was pulled by Cory while smelling something foul emitting from Dean that could only be described as being noxious in nature. Must have been
leftovers from Phil's secret collection of slightly moist used Funyuns®, that he put in his "generation three" civic.
Driving down the side of a really big cheesecake coated sex toy, barely indicative of what he must have been planning to do to the "Grand Poo-BAH". Although it wouldn't clean his pipes, it would clean the dirty orifice that Jason's finger was stuck in. Of course you could always have Cory and Clint videotaping Phil hammering away at Rachel's pet hamster named "Sprocket", who against incredible odds, bit Phil's massive man boobs and then choked on Phil's nipple clamp. It lodged deep down inside Sprocket.
Then Jason squeezed poor little Sprocket until Rachel cried, "What the hell are you doing to my beloved four-legged friend?". Then she slapped Clint who was kicking Phil's arse in plain view, in his dreams, which became reality in John's mind. But Phil managed to pull it out without getting clawed by that rat tailed, four-legged chomper, who was cute.
Then Rachel took some duct tape and bound Cory's unmentionables to a porno DVD of Phil and Brad eating Rachel's furry little "critter", which was great in hampster burritos. Only minutes later, Rachel realized exactly why Phil was excessively salivating over her taped hamster. She had placed a hidden camera in the oven for half-baked pictures of roast hamster. I can taste those little legs, and delicious baby drumsticks burnt and charred, sweet and crispy, just like Mike Tyson makes them. Then Jason, Aaron, Ol' Coot, and "Mini-me" Coot Jason (is Phil speaking some other language there, or what?), did not understand. "Holy smileys, Batman!"
Meanwhile, Phil pulled Mike Olpin's membership. One thousand posts does not warrant copious drug consumption, unless accompanied with care and concern (Maar stands for Maartini) for proper loops and correct positioning to prevent onsets of "Loopus Jumpus", which can irritate normally stable "Loopuses" to the point of festering sores. These tend to ooze and run like Cory's zits.
Steven Spielberg smiles as George Lucas tries to squeeze the life out of Phil's parrot.
Nowadays you’ll find people getting screwed with other people's Great big pink elephants that need medicine to prevent very bushy hair from growing on their pink fingers and palms. Cory had too much time on his hands, so he painted his elephant purple. This was a surprise to Aaron since he thought that green was a much more flattering color to apply on such a large member as Cory. Although who would notice such a humongous thing like a "purple painted elephant", struggling to get off of a Christie platter spinning uncontrollably because someone reversed the the motor. But, Phil thought that Cory mis-wired the failsafe, resulting in "thermonuclear explosion".
Now, coated with Film-Guard with "expired patent" leather shoes on, he will be cooked on the reflector. Unless, he stops painting his elephant all over. But, this is unlikely to occur because externalities surrounding the "private parts" of the elephant were cut off to show how drunk he was.
Phil then lowered his own standards and unzipped his "black gimp" mask , revealing his twisted toes. Some say that the sign of a sick mind is when "The Gimp" meets any unwilling soul named Phil who is cool. Cory however still manages to harrass Phil by waving his red, white, and blue jock strap, even though it is barely noticable.
Tomorrow, Pamela Anderson will tell Jason to sit on her face, while (isn't this a bad picture) she puts his John Brown Hindparts ("Remember The Titans") on Cory.
This aroused Cory in most predictable ways.
Then Mr. Pytlak posted a hyperlink directly to Eastman Condom Supply saying that they "needed radically redesigned rubbers if they ever switch to cyan flavored condoms that tasted like crap!".
Fogetting to wash Phil's "privates" could be a catastrophe! The funk buildup on Jason's fingernails smelled like rotten underwear found in Cory's clothes hamper.
"Phil, you're here!" chimed naked Cory, as Jason sniffed his smelly toes. The pungent, foul and yet sensuous touch of the tongue to toes, was a twisted scenario.
Phil then pulls Jason's finger who then says, "Rick James.... Beyyyatch!".
Much to Joe's dismay, Tim then touches Phil's private collection of rare mummified hamsters that Rachel doesn't like to talk about.
In other news, Australia has banned toe licking forever. "No!" says Bruce, who thoroughly enjoys a good slurp. Before he chokes like the Yankees or the Patriots did when British film-tech members were amused by half naked cheerleaders drinking hot tea while in formation during "football" games in the rain. Nothing more exciting than wet naked Clint and Jason and dreaming horrific dreams of them together, while Phil watched. Then Cory grabbed his own undersized and tiny BBQ
chicken wings with hot sauce and enjoyed them. It looked like something out of 'The
China Syndrome'.
Cory freaked out when the hot baked sweet potatoe fell to the tune of "Make Jason
Spell Correctly".
On election day, make that 'erection' count! Let's go to the movies!
In other news...film-tech members voted over and over to decide who will milk Phil's
"Hollywood Texas Cow", then drink it's warm and frothy Starbucks "double-latte".
Sounds yummy huh? Not really, but I'm not milking the cow myself. The Cow was Cory's
love goddess.
Meanwhile, Phil was watching midget porn on 8mm film. On another note, Jen won't
vote (hey that rhymes, even!) for the quote that she wrote, on a boat, through the
mote, holding her tote.
This won't rhyme, but next time, E-Dawggg busts rhymes, right on tyme.
It's a crime, to steal lines, or land mines, trying to climb, while spittin' rhymes,
On FT's Dime, during my prime, thats all fine.
Somebody please chime, Rhyme time chime, In my mind, start your grind, & stop the
insanity!
Meanwhile, Brad grabbed a shipping canister. He thought it was a 'DVD' remote that
Ethan uses to watch porn of Jason, Cory, and Phil's midget Aaron.
Afterwards, Bruce Ate Evil Leprechauns on his bike. Said Jen, "I think I love Phil's
midget leprechauns!".
We all agree, It's much ado about nothing, however, Phil Picked Brad's soiled
unmentionables from Cory's hamper, Bob hid them there. Scrunching his face, threw up
because of the pink daisy stained with poop.
Martini time he (I thought we were supposed to maintain some sort of continuity here
Bob...??)
started once more.
"Continuity be damned!!!" and "Full Speed Ahead!"....."Damn the torpedoes!!!"
Now it's time, get down and boogie butt naked, with Phil, Jen, Funky Mike O, Brad,
Jason, Aaron,and the Dallas Mavericks, woo hoo!! (Party up in here!!! )
Then Jen, drunk some Kool Aid and barfed cuz that Jason spiked it.
John didn't quite understand why Cory is in the corner with his nose in the air.
Jason and Phil went for a stroll together, when when John jumped out a port window
head first, splat onto the seats. It
looked like ground beef pot pie. This story ends not. Whiney Jason pleaded his case
to Phil's entourage, but no one understood. Except Rachel's cat, the hamster
destroyer. She's a really ugly flea bitten pussy. Rick then pulled out a Wallaby pic
and proceeded to paste Clint's face on it for target practice. Then Cory took out
his tiny excuse for manhood and proceeded to tell Jason "This thread sucks!" (Just
like you! So close it! YOU have the POWER! Several of us are having fun here as well
as the "silent" readers!) (Don't disrupt the game Phil, or you shall be BANNED! My
graphic fits the story so far, and complies with da rulez.) (OK... That's true... I
just didn't get it! Now that you 'splained it, I get it!) (So wait, you mean that if
I put up some paratheses, I can type as many words as I want? Oh man, Game on, I'm
ready.)
That he adored, but Joe was telling people that "I blow goats." Along with other
assorted barnyard animals and larger livestock. "Oh, Brad!" says Joe, "He's the
best!". Yet nobody believed Brad would join Phil and his dirty hispanic entourage
whoring their way across the USA in a dirty old VW bus that leaked oil and
transmission fluid. Master mechanic Jason came to rescue the stranded travelers at
Jen's house. She ordered pizza and beer from Film Tech, actually an undercover
pizzeria serving FilmGuard toppings and or "Droppings". Anyway, Jason & the
'entourage' starring Cory, Clint, Brad, and others, were eating when out pops E-Dawg
lifting his leg, gracing us with a good show on Cory's leg. As Film-tech turns
another online year, Hollywood continues to crank out crappy Phil's parrot hats
turned inside out to reveal live rodents of unusual genetic permutations from a
fully advanced irradiation of cells That Hannabal Lechter would not devour.
Then Aaron, Bob, Phil, Brad, Jen and Cory got freaky in the back of Jason's theatre,
when hordes of screaming kids with attitudes began unleashing their vengance on
Phils ass, which is larger than previously believed.
When they found dirty little pieces of Milk Duds under Jason's fingernails, Phil
went ballistic since Jon ate the dirty Milk-Duds from Phil's pants. "Oh My!", said
an excited Phil as everyone began to shy away from Milk Duds, Since we nkow now that
Phil hid the milk-duds in Filmguard.
Jason replaced the Film-Guard® with CPI's inferior water based mixture, which caused
rust throughout the zipper which concealed, thankfully, Phil's shrunken member-ship
card to the "gangbang" store. On another note, Rachel sat silenty (hard to believe,
huh?) wondering why Jason had so much free time to type three words at a time about
gangbang stores, his dirty entourage, that's known as the "Dirty Dozen". Phil's Sexx
Den is not involved, but eleven others are wanted for crimes against "nature" filmed
on Kodak photochemical perforated polyester. But, 7247 stored in airtight cans in
the freezer has trouble breathing, as film would.
In walks Brad with a bottle of cat guts, his secret ingredient which when mixed with
vodka and benzene derivatives forms a delicious drink! As a new member of the
fabulous film-tech forums, one must understand that Phil has an unusual attraction
to inanimate objects. "I see dead animals being eaten." However, Jason, Bruce, Phil,
John snd Bob and don't forget Clint, went to see "The Sixth Sense" porno version.
Cory was the projectionist running around naked screaming at everyone who wouldn't
"put it there" with K-Y Personal Lubricant. "Good Lord!", said Jason,"Look at what
Phil is doing to the poor unfortunate soul holding the juicy plump fried turkey. "
Aaaahhgh !", he said, "Thanksgiving dinner is ruined, thanks to the unidentified
person who spiked the giblet gravy". John puked like Bush did after eating crow.
Meanwhile Aaron reeked of alcohol, which was normal after many martinis, ( Cue Bob
Maar ) started dancing on Phil's torture table. Phil was delighted to drink my to
drink my extra special blend of habenero pepper and red hot toddy.
Jason then lit the fire under Brad's ass setting off quite a 6.7 magnitude "shart",
which poisoned everyone in the greater Dallas area. Dropping like flies, residents
of the local listening area coughed up blood as their lungs filled with noxious gas
and fluid, causing their heads to explode with grey matter spattering everywhere.
Brad then laughs hysterically, screaming, "TOLD YOU SO !!". Then Cory took out his
little black book and jotted down the phone numbers of some shady characters like
Bruce, Brent, and several nameless concession counter workers that make him eat
stale popcorn. Then John and other SMPTE members sourced the official BKSTS handbook
looking for justification of framing knob diameters that Brad removes from Cory's
Pro35 that he obtained illegally, from Phil's cold, damp closet beneath his bed,
still loaded with NOS projector parts. Calls to Ballantyne caused a Strong showing
of the anti-Ballantyne consortium, founded and con-founded by the society for a
righteous nation. Although there's not any evidence that Ballantynes don't suck,
Phil Occasionally replaced them with Holmes 8 projectors, since John Holmes and
Traci Lords were known to make movies together. These sold lot's of tickets and
caused sticky situations for producers and viewers alike. Somehow, Phil was
remembering his days at the "Pussycat Theatre", where he was the projectionist and
floor wiper. Daniel liked licking on lollipops found stuck to the porno theatre
floor ankledeep flooded with CineMuck® and other tasty little treats. These supplied
by your beloved elderly grandmmother, who recently passed huge kidney stones washed
in FilmGuard, Which tasted yummy!
Phil, then released his new video, 'Phil's Naked Body', a "docu-drama" that was
horribly mistaken for the Loch-Ness monster's hugh member. Behind his zipper there
is nothing that anyone cares to see because it was also Caught in a meat grinder.
This happened when the grinder exploded cuz his sausage was made from little bitty
pieces of greasy, grimy, grey gopher guts.
More gormet delights await us at Phil's Holloywood Mansion, located high above a
porno theatre owned by Aaron. Unfortunately, the police arrested projectionist
Mitchell on the grounds of UCLA. Meanwhile, the fine upstanding FT member Cory,
seasoned the popcorn with cocaine and 'special-k'. Not wanting to watch Spongebob
getting saturated with with Cory's spunk. Prepared with wipes and lens tissues, Cory
sat down on the big bean bag chair located under the abandoned Carmike Four. Cory
considered Phil as his mentor and film God. But now, his Projector is keystoneing
from 90º angles causing great loss of digital resloution. But Rick McCallum and
George Lucas wet their pants when the Sith show digital artifacts. This also causes
1,000,000 geeks to engage in conversation with Mr. Grand Pooh-Bah himself who just
wet his gate. Meanwhile, Phil licked his ice cream cone. After he finished checking
his thingy with his thingy-checker-o-matic, which was good as his thingy was well
lubricated with Simplex oil, despite the fact that his oil-injection-slot-holder was
missing its supply of viscous fluid. So he opened a can of Sildenafil Citrate,
chugged it down and voila! Instant gratification.
Meanwhile back at Film Tech's crowded chat room, copious verbal flatulence is the
norm. Almost everyone there is getting bored of looking at a locked thread. Or Maybe
not, it should be; No it shouldn't. (Have nothing else better to do when I leave the
drive-in than check my mail and this....so plz...spare me! I need my worthless
internet-connected, three-word game, trash pick-up, concessionman, mechanic, posable
action-figure, ditch digging life!) <Miserable plea over> Say goodbye to 2004 and
hope this thread dies. Does this mean Jason STILL sucks? Only the Shadow knows, till
then, let it die.
It's alive again like the Phoenix, which failed miserably. Phil's felonious actions
caused extreme redness killing this thread. Apparently, Jason just tried to kill
this thread again, but failed because he keeps posting.
Dean came and squirted WD-40 on Phil's xenon bulb that Cory grabbed screaming "DIE
THREAD !". Jason needs help killing this thread. Jason needs a "friend". However,
he'll be lonely tonight since his hand is bleeding again, dripping on his exploded
xenon lamp. "Damn stupid thread!" Now, Now Jason. "Stop the Insanity!!!!". Call 911,
Jason, will see this thread die someday in the distant future. But for cripes sake,
expedite Jason being banned. Don't hate me for being a middle finger showing how to
check someone's body temperature without a thermometer. What ever happens, don't
bend over Cory when Jason and his finger are deeply probing in unknown areas in
"planet uranus", orbited by dingleberries.
When you leave, cover your ass because Phil might post Aaron's picture with his
finger in Jeremy's nose. He might even find another place to put his COOTZILLA®
action figure, like in his "house" of "representatives".
But, instead it was placed deeply hidden in Joe's broken SDDS processor which
smelled because the sonic eight channel processor shorted out. Only six channels
left but that didn't stop Joe! He's hooking up with the guy that sold him a second
hand D.T.S. 6-D and some dirty magazines. After the install, Cory undressed and
things really started "popping up". Aaron hastily besmirched the (25-cent-word
meaning stained) Cory's underwear and burned them in a Strong soup like concocktion,
grossing us out. Somehow the fumes evoked Hebrew National to re-define "kosher" to
include Cory's somewhat stained underwear.
Meanwhile in Texas, things have gotten out of hand. Brad, Phil, Aaron and Cory
stepped outside for a confab, when Cory said, "Hey, is that your 25-cent word for
driving Phil crazy?". Then uncle Tony grabbed his thesaurus and looked up his old
friend who had moved next to the closed down theatre.
Meanwhile, my friend who was really a beer can (i'm a little drunk) stepped on the
pith of technology, which was just a hangover away from the chunky mess that Scott
and Cory barfed all over Phil's new suede shoes, which were blue of course. Then a
tsunami blew the blue lagoon male star from Gilligan's Island all the way to San
Francisco to be molested by a pissy postal worker , disgruntled of course, and
flaming gay. Just like some undaunted members of this esteemed forum.
Meanwhile Clint, Cory, Phil, Brad, Joe, and yours truly were rocking out to the
sounds of silence emitted from a dead cat. Then John surprised us all by letting
loose his pet woodduck and pretending it was a gift from a women member of
Film-Tech.
A ballpoint pen created by Q containing top secret invisible ink. Cory decided to
lick the tip thus releasing the sweet thick colored liquid that makes him so rude.
Unfortunately, the "Grand Poo-bah" seeing this madness, forced Cory to drink his own
urine and eat tasty tidbits of belly lint with a qwerty keyboard. This thread sucks
as much as it did when when Phil started it in October. October 8th to who knows
when? Eternity could be in the offering unless the moderators lock the thread. Until
that time, we'll all enjoy three word games Forever and ever! (Long live the
three-word-game !)
So last week, this thread died. Then I performed "Over The Rainbow" to a group who
fell asleep, before passing out. But only after drinking a lot! Vodka & FilmGuard
go great with roasted Elk and peppered deer hooves and a bottle of red wine. Umm,
uhmm, good! just like Coryjust like Cory
(OK you jerks! NOTICE there is NO period! So don't EVEN think of going there!) .
Already went there,(Didn't like it...someone do something now before it's too
late...Phil's "tendencies" are aroused again!) now were here.
Phil's parrot said, "My name is what? my name I can't remember...". Why I post
about itchy brains. Just scratch it or use lotion. But what if scratching doesn't
help? A belt sander or a chainsaw would be better for a wood obsessed brain like (He
would go there wouldn't he??) my boy pinnochio, a fast growing asset because of lies
about his endowment from the government. But now that he has termites crawling out
of his nose, Cory similarly has a sprained left pinky. Rick and Cory both are very
hungry for some human flesh and popcorn.
Driving home last night, Phil was an animal, with Andrew smoking whilst cursing
Thomas. Then it happened, Phil took out a large tool, his personal "Craftsman"
4-way... tire wrench, to mount rubbers to the inside of Cory's smallish looking but
modest thong. This was filled with size 9 feet which means that they were not Phil's
.
Now, we go to the drive-in and watch intermission in the backseat of Tom's VW. Then
we'll watch Phil's live cam before going to Disneyland. Meawhile Brent and Phil's
parrot whose named CoryBoi, were squawking happily drinking dry martini's and asking
why everybody was getting a happy face when they deserve "happier" than that. Then,
while projecting 'Dancing Dog Buns', Richard and Tom went to Miami for some great
"ass-shots" and fun. On a better subject, the drive-in was deserted because Cory
broke wind that scared all the customers away. This created a state of chaos at
film-tech headquarters. This was unavoidable until they made me post this about
Tom's wild birthday party, where Cory and Coryboi saw their friend Brent bending
over in excruciating pain while smiling because new posts coming! Then Phil began
drinking heavily, because Tom would not drink cheap booze with Jen, ever. He said
Jen was a good friend and he didn't want her to plucke his eyebrows out. Phil
thought plucked eyebrows were very sexy for a Procyk-rican houseboy.
Meanwhile John used Kodak film in his Super8 camera to film his two best friends in
a very compromising position. Only Clint can conceive such decadence as that which
Aaron easily exceeds when he drops his drawers at the drive-in show.
Meanwhile back at the ranch, Jen had begun to undress slowly for a night of
activities best described as totally indescribable at the oysterbar. She then waited
for Aaron and Bob to serve Cory and Coryboi some drinks and birdie num num.
So,Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb drank their rum and gave some to crum tum the rum
bum. It explains why Phil is so modest when he praises film-tech.com for providing
usefull crappy presentation discussions on a happy birthday card to Jen's pet poodle
skirt, that she made herself. Lastnight was absolutely bee-ute-t-ful when she
decided to take a chance with heating up some delicious and satisfying, yummy, mouth
watering Chicken Cordon Bleu. Then she waited for Brent to cocka-doodle-do then he
could go home. Then he bent a steel bar with his bare knees firmly placed between
two posts. Amazingly, he then reached for the prize. Cory then brushed his dog and
applied fleapowder then he sneezed.
If there ever was an odd pair, Brent and Phil were it! No we're not. However the
truth, is that Phil can not handle the TRUTH. Everyone who believes this will be
visited by the Easter Bunny, dressed as Santa Claus.
Why have you forsaken Clint's metalhead past and played polkas? Heavy Metal Polkas
RULE! Ask Cory about his collection of Lawrence Welk and Frankie Yankovic LPs. Hhot
Aaron loves his L.P.'s.
Loose pants, like loose lips, may sink ships but a loose xenon anode connection
sinks valuable lamps projectionists.
Brent, Cory, and Phil love each other. Threesomes or better yet foursomes with
coryboi make them happier than pigs in a cotton blanket.
Out of focus lenses are the worst to watch. But, poorly framed mylar film will stain
your underpants. Are you sure? Yes.
I know Cory and Brent tea and crumpets off of Phil's bare bottom behind, while
playing a rag time tune using a horn from a Chevy. Not quite the right horn either.
Then Brent drove Bob and Richard stark raving nuts by placing his extreemly long
hard nose, like Pinnochio.
"Achoo", said Phil. Bless you, Phil! But, the German reached for the phone to ask
"Where's the beef"? But not only spice Phil's chicken, they spiced Phil. Who
definitely needs to open his heart to all Girl Scouts. Cookies on Phil's computer,
cookie crumbs in Phil's bed are a good sign if you think bed crumbs OK.
As good as it gets, Brad turns off his computer and goes to bed drunk, passing out
immediately. Dreaming of wet female body parts, and changeovers with Strong Jet Arcs
rock my world!
At this milestone we must thank All who participated In this thread!
---Edited for reading from Film-Tech.com by Brent N. Jones---
-Bnj-
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Brent Neal Jones
Expert Film Handler
Posts: 211
From: Ennis, T.X., USA
Registered: Nov 2001
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posted 03-06-2005 11:29 AM
I first thought about it three weeks ago, it took days at that time. I loved the idea as I giggled at the keyboard, I just didn't know till yesterday that Thomas Procyk had done it before. I searched "threeword game" on the forum to find out what the record was and I saw where others had done it before, but I couldn't believe no one edited it for reading....I thought it turned out well. Thanks Brad for not locking it. Thanks, Justin.
However, given the response, Brad, are you sure we can't have at least one or two a year. It really looks to me that (either intentionally or not) a lot of people followed what was going on at some point or another and contributed. It's the best I've ever seen this game played on the internet. We should be priding ourselves that it works so well and it so hilariously entertaining in parts. After all, it didn't grow to be 1500 posts because no one likes it. Maybe you could start the next one Brad. You know..."That Brent Jones" ![[Big Grin]](biggrin.gif)
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