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my newest and most favouritest internets aminal type creature
I challenge ye all to find a more pissed off lookin simian than this fella
Last edited by Reaper; 01-06-09, 06:28 PM."Through me the way into the suffering city,
Through me the way to the eternal pain,
Through me the way that runs among the lost.
Justice urged on my high artificer;
My maker was divine authority,
The highest wisdom, and the primal love.
Before me nothing but eternal things were made,
And I endure eternally.
Abandon every hope, ye who enter here."
And like that… he's gone
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What about the monkey hitman? He looked pissed off by the very nature of existence.Originally posted by Reaper View PostI challenge ye all to find a more pissed off lookin simian that this fella.
Suppose you have a physicist and a sociologist standing at the side of a field, observing a set of events unfolding on the field. The physicist does [describes] it using the terminology of mass and velocity and frequency of radiation and the rest. And the sociologist does it by describing it as a rugby match.
May the Lord bless this post.
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Na he looked troubled as if his job is a chore.
Look at the sheer pissed offedness in the above fellas eyes"Through me the way into the suffering city,
Through me the way to the eternal pain,
Through me the way that runs among the lost.
Justice urged on my high artificer;
My maker was divine authority,
The highest wisdom, and the primal love.
Before me nothing but eternal things were made,
And I endure eternally.
Abandon every hope, ye who enter here."
And like that… he's gone
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I see what you mean and it is really funny but he just looks narked. Monkey Hitman's pissed-offness was melancholia on an epic scale.
Where is Monkey Hitman anyway? I want to see him again..
Suppose you have a physicist and a sociologist standing at the side of a field, observing a set of events unfolding on the field. The physicist does [describes] it using the terminology of mass and velocity and frequency of radiation and the rest. And the sociologist does it by describing it as a rugby match.
May the Lord bless this post.
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Page 2 of this threadOriginally posted by Neil Young View PostI see what you mean and it is really funny but he just looks narked. Monkey Hitman's pissed-offness was melancholia on an epic scale.
Where is Monkey Hitman anyway? I want to see him again.
"Through me the way into the suffering city,
Through me the way to the eternal pain,
Through me the way that runs among the lost.
Justice urged on my high artificer;
My maker was divine authority,
The highest wisdom, and the primal love.
Before me nothing but eternal things were made,
And I endure eternally.
Abandon every hope, ye who enter here."
And like that… he's gone
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Ah, there he is. Poor little monkey. Even though his eyes are dead and his soul bereft, doubtless as a result of all the killing he's done, I still feel sorry for him.Originally posted by Reaper View Post
Funny though, I did look at the whole thread and somehow missed the pic. Thanks.
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Suppose you have a physicist and a sociologist standing at the side of a field, observing a set of events unfolding on the field. The physicist does [describes] it using the terminology of mass and velocity and frequency of radiation and the rest. And the sociologist does it by describing it as a rugby match.
May the Lord bless this post.
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"That's how I found myself on the Kop that day I had my blue-and-white scarf safely tucked away inside my coat as I listened to Liverpool songs and swayed with the masses.
Then City scored and I screeched and this big bloke, a Liverpool supporter, made towards me and I thought he was going to throttle me. But he just pulled my scarf from under my coat so it lay on the outside, and said: "You should always be proud of your colours, lad."
Lee Chapman - Arsenal and England defender
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"Through me the way into the suffering city,
Through me the way to the eternal pain,
Through me the way that runs among the lost.
Justice urged on my high artificer;
My maker was divine authority,
The highest wisdom, and the primal love.
Before me nothing but eternal things were made,
And I endure eternally.
Abandon every hope, ye who enter here."
And like that… he's gone
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