If by monkey sh1t, you actually mean, all that is wise, amazing, fabulously good looking, incredibly God like and all powerful....then yes, you could say that.
By respondong you are making my thread top of the pops here my friend. Do continue....there's a good lad.
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by pumpernickle » Mon Feb 27, 2006 3:57 pm
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by Michael » Mon Feb 27, 2006 4:42 pm
No I mean the brown crap that comes out of an Apes' arse. I am happy that your thread is coming Top of the Pops. People can see for themselves what a nasty little English, and I mean this literally, shit you are.
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by pumpernickle » Mon Feb 27, 2006 7:26 pm
Good grief!
a pile of sh1t that can sit at a computer and type! All those billions spent by the US, trying to identify life outside of planet earth, and all the while, under their very noses, they have missed the greatest phenomenon of all time.
Sh1t that can talk and type, and argue in a persuasive, debonair fashion, the likes of which this forum has never seen. Not to mention, the propensity towards out arguing and out-witting protagonists that go by the names of Lysi and Michael!
Good sh1t!
a pile of sh1t that can sit at a computer and type! All those billions spent by the US, trying to identify life outside of planet earth, and all the while, under their very noses, they have missed the greatest phenomenon of all time.
Sh1t that can talk and type, and argue in a persuasive, debonair fashion, the likes of which this forum has never seen. Not to mention, the propensity towards out arguing and out-witting protagonists that go by the names of Lysi and Michael!
Good sh1t!
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by pumpernickle » Mon Feb 27, 2006 9:47 pm
Ah! So I'm MR Sh1t, now am I?
Ok, now it's starting to make sense. So if I'm Mr Sh1t, then I live in a house of sh1t and eat sh1t. I take it that the Sh1ts, being comprised of sh1t, do not generally have what you would call a normal digestive system, and so sh1ts just eat sh1t and talk sh1t and sh1t like that?
Well, you call me sh1tters, and you can marry my sister any day.
here's a little story:
Once upon a time, there was a man called Mr Shit and he lived in a little hovel outside of Aradippou. Every day he'd get into his nissan (shit heap) and drive to his job (a shit job) and he'd get all upset because he was paid very little (shit money).
He wanted more and more and more shit. He needed just a little more shit to reach shit heaven. This was what the little insy wincy poo monster told him in his dreams and the prophecy was written in the morning shit.
anyway, he woke up and went on the cyprus forum , where in a spectacular turn of events, he found just the extra dosage of shit he needed to reach Shitana (Nirvana to Buddhists and lunatics).
He read and read and read more and more posts from Michael and Lysi, and then the heavens opened. A cascade of rain and sleet hit Larnaca, smashing car windows and bringing forth a torrent of elements so harsh, even God wondered what on earth was going down....
The shit monster awoke up there in the clouds, and claimed righteously his bride - Mr Shit had just made it to the After Life. He became.
SAINT SHIT.
HAAAALELUUJIAA!!!!!
Ok, now it's starting to make sense. So if I'm Mr Sh1t, then I live in a house of sh1t and eat sh1t. I take it that the Sh1ts, being comprised of sh1t, do not generally have what you would call a normal digestive system, and so sh1ts just eat sh1t and talk sh1t and sh1t like that?
Well, you call me sh1tters, and you can marry my sister any day.
here's a little story:
Once upon a time, there was a man called Mr Shit and he lived in a little hovel outside of Aradippou. Every day he'd get into his nissan (shit heap) and drive to his job (a shit job) and he'd get all upset because he was paid very little (shit money).
He wanted more and more and more shit. He needed just a little more shit to reach shit heaven. This was what the little insy wincy poo monster told him in his dreams and the prophecy was written in the morning shit.
anyway, he woke up and went on the cyprus forum , where in a spectacular turn of events, he found just the extra dosage of shit he needed to reach Shitana (Nirvana to Buddhists and lunatics).
He read and read and read more and more posts from Michael and Lysi, and then the heavens opened. A cascade of rain and sleet hit Larnaca, smashing car windows and bringing forth a torrent of elements so harsh, even God wondered what on earth was going down....
The shit monster awoke up there in the clouds, and claimed righteously his bride - Mr Shit had just made it to the After Life. He became.
SAINT SHIT.
HAAAALELUUJIAA!!!!!
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