Honest Tom
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The E. Dead Group favour premature burial
. What is your favourite method of despatch?
Well I am currently not speaking to him but I hadn't thought about bumping him off just yetOriginally posted by krizon@Jan 9 2006, 07:11 PM
Anyone in mind in particular, Griffin? :lol: Don't tell me His Royal Grumpiness has got THAT bad?
Originally posted by DIVER@Jan 9 2006, 07:05 PM
CLUMP
You and me both, Griffin (although I think mine should be known as SB - or "stroppy bollocks" to his friends!) - I've always favoured cheese wire though.............Originally posted by Griffin@Jan 9 2006, 06:31 PM
Well I am currently not speaking to him but I hadn't thought about bumping him off just yet
I don't know if you can still get a rabbillamah but you can get yourself a fresh egg to hatch here.Originally posted by Shadow Leader@Jan 9 2006, 08:06 PM
Hey Griff, I like yer babby dragon! Where can I get one?!
What? Instead of a baby?Originally posted by Griffin@Jan 9 2006, 09:17 PM
Ok, I've changed my mind :angry: We're about to have a new kitchen fitted.
Me too. Although mine's is a bit more elaborate.Originally posted by jinnyj@Jan 9 2006, 07:42 PM
I've always favoured cheese wire though
What? Instead of a baby? [/b][/quote]Originally posted by BrianH+Jan 9 2006, 10:47 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td>QUOTE (BrianH @ Jan 9 2006, 10:47 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'> <!--QuoteBegin-Griffin@Jan 9 2006, 09:17 PM
Ok, I've changed my mind :angry: We're about to have a new kitchen fitted.
Me too. Although mine's is a bit more elaborate.Originally posted by simmo+Jan 10 2006, 10:58 AM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td>QUOTE (simmo @ Jan 10 2006, 10:58 AM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'> <!--QuoteBegin-jinnyj@Jan 9 2006, 07:42 PM
I've always favoured cheese wire though
Originally posted by simmo@Jan 10 2006, 04:19 PM
Quick, but delightfully nasty. Imagine the joy of the sight of the trampoline thingy as you hurtle earthwards, accelerating towards terminal velocity all the time, all brought to a swift and sudden end as the cheesewire snaps tight 10ft from safety, slicing your neck and spinal column in the same instant as the impulse reaches your still functioning brain - transmitting the certain knowledge that it is indeed, all over now.
Note: I may need to be getting out more.