Let your hair down, what bone headed things have you done?

[Autumnlicious]

I was soon hit to the floor and being Kicked around by Cavilears in full kit, floppy hats, feathers and all. This went on until the pool of blood oozing from my shoe was noticed.

And what happened next?

I would've gone on a vendetta against all involved unless there was a real apology there.

[jonb]

I was soon hit to the floor and being Kicked around by Cavilears in full kit, floppy hats, feathers and all. This went on until the pool of blood oozing from my shoe was noticed.

And what happened next?

I would've gone on a vendetta against all involved unless there was a real apology there.

I was given a couple of pints which I drank while I waited for the ambulance. And one toe is now twice the width of the other where it had been split and rejoined. Vengeance no, its a bit of a laugh really. How can you be cross with a man in a floppy hat? And she was a good looking girl.

[Reforged]

So I went to a place to get a memory implant of a trip to Mars. Funny thing was I'd already had a memory implant so I went spazmatron 3000. Anyway, after killing my friend and two other guys with my newly developed super spy skills I went home to my wife, told her the whole thing and then she tried to kill me. At first I thought she was just trying something kinky but when I realised she was being serious I went Mike Tyson on her ass... by which I mean I hit her as opposed to pushing my mother down a set of stairs. After an escape from Michael Ironside and an IT guy I got given this suitcase that told me who I was is a lie and I had to remove a rather large glowing sphere from my nose which for some reason did not tear my face apart when I ripped it out.

Long story made short; I went to mars, shot a psychiatrist, missed an opportunity to motorboat a chick with three breasts, talked to a guys stomach, drilled a taxi driver, ripped Michaels arms off, got turned into a human squeezy doll, gave Mars oxygen and then briefly realized the psychiatrist might of been right about all of it being a memory implant induced hallucination, making the entire incident pointless had anyone been watching for entertainment purposes, before having the idea shrugged off by the woman I chose during the implant process. :-)

[Rhizomorph13]

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So I went to a place to get a memory implant of a trip to Mars. Funny thing was I'd already had a memory implant so I went spazmatron 3000. Anyway, after killing my friend and two other guys with my newly developed super spy skills I went home to my wife, told her the whole thing and then she tried to kill me. At first I thought she was just trying something kinky but when I realised she was being serious I went Mike Tyson on her ass... by which I mean I hit her as opposed to pushing my mother down a set of stairs. After an escape from Michael Ironside and an IT guy I got given this suitcase that told me who I was is a lie and I had to remove a rather large glowing sphere from my nose which for some reason did not tear my face apart when I ripped it out.

Long story made short; I went to mars, shot a psychiatrist, missed an opportunity to motorboat a chick with three breasts, talked to a guys stomach, drilled a taxi driver, ripped Michaels arms off, got turned into a human squeezy doll, gave Mars oxygen and then briefly realized the psychiatrist might of been right about all of it being a memory implant induced hallucination, making the entire incident pointless had anyone been watching for entertainment purposes, before having the idea shrugged off by the woman I chose during the implant process. :-)

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Wait, wasn't that whole experience completely unreal and really just the result of a scizoid embolism? I read in the paper that they sent a guy in to talk you down and you killed his dream manifestation, therefore eliminating the possibility of retrieval. I heard that you still think you are a super spy but in reality they have you strapped to a bed in a hospital and you froth at the mouth all day long.

[jonb]

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So I went to a place to get a memory implant of a trip to Mars. Funny thing was I'd already had a memory implant so I went spazmatron 3000. Anyway, after killing my friend and two other guys with my newly developed super spy skills I went home to my wife, told her the whole thing and then she tried to kill me. At first I thought she was just trying something kinky but when I realised she was being serious I went Mike Tyson on her ass... by which I mean I hit her as opposed to pushing my mother down a set of stairs. After an escape from Michael Ironside and an IT guy I got given this suitcase that told me who I was is a lie and I had to remove a rather large glowing sphere from my nose which for some reason did not tear my face apart when I ripped it out.

Long story made short; I went to mars, shot a psychiatrist, missed an opportunity to motorboat a chick with three breasts, talked to a guys stomach, drilled a taxi driver, ripped Michaels arms off, got turned into a human squeezy doll, gave Mars oxygen and then briefly realized the psychiatrist might of been right about all of it being a memory implant induced hallucination, making the entire incident pointless had anyone been watching for entertainment purposes, before having the idea shrugged off by the woman I chose during the implant process. :-)

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Wait, wasn't that whole experience completely unreal and really just the result of a scizoid embolism? I read in the paper that they sent a guy in to talk you down and you killed his dream manifestation, therefore eliminating the possibility of retrieval. I heard that you still think you are a super spy but in reality they have you strapped to a bed in a hospital and you froth at the mouth all day long.

No that's where I am. Or am I a super spy dreaming about it? It would explain a lot. Oh fuck it it's not real god exists in here and it's David Blaine,
this is bad shit.

[Autumnlicious]

Don't forget he'll be lobotomized.

[Reforged]

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So I went to a place to get a memory implant of a trip to Mars. Funny thing was I'd already had a memory implant so I went spazmatron 3000. Anyway, after killing my friend and two other guys with my newly developed super spy skills I went home to my wife, told her the whole thing and then she tried to kill me. At first I thought she was just trying something kinky but when I realised she was being serious I went Mike Tyson on her ass... by which I mean I hit her as opposed to pushing my mother down a set of stairs. After an escape from Michael Ironside and an IT guy I got given this suitcase that told me who I was is a lie and I had to remove a rather large glowing sphere from my nose which for some reason did not tear my face apart when I ripped it out.

Long story made short; I went to mars, shot a psychiatrist, missed an opportunity to motorboat a chick with three breasts, talked to a guys stomach, drilled a taxi driver, ripped Michaels arms off, got turned into a human squeezy doll, gave Mars oxygen and then briefly realized the psychiatrist might of been right about all of it being a memory implant induced hallucination, making the entire incident pointless had anyone been watching for entertainment purposes, before having the idea shrugged off by the woman I chose during the implant process. :-)

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Wait, wasn't that whole experience completely unreal and really just the result of a scizoid embolism? I read in the paper that they sent a guy in to talk you down and you killed his dream manifestation, therefore eliminating the possibility of retrieval. I heard that you still think you are a super spy but in reality they have you strapped to a bed in a hospital and you froth at the mouth all day long.

I think I might have to slap you right in your penis.