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If anyone knows of a thinlipped, old man, with a high-pitched voice and a frazzled appearance, please alert me at once. That crackpot should be put behind bars. He is called Öhubble...

What? What? What is this? I am here and you can try to catch me, if you can. I have worked with my bowflex, so you will be an easy potato to handle. Come on you excessive boaster! Haha you will look as a wet stain when I am finished with you...

Aber doch! Yesterday was the day for the MATCH between Strato2 and mr Öhubble.
Strato2 was the challenger and Öh was well prepared, in his red boxinggloves. He looked a bit tiny in the too large pink trousers and one wondered how it would end. The considerably younger S2 was sure of himself and his victory. He even laughed!
S2 started with a barnburner and Öh backed, butt came back with a serie of bodypunches. Did he go for S2's ASS? There a flash bolo-punch from S2. Butt Öh was a brawler and came again with a right candycane. S2 absorbed even that. He was like a sponge.
So they go in clinch and isn't there a tendency of dirty fighting or dancing?
"Box", said the referee.
A counterpunch from S2, butt Öh makes a peek a boo and then a sly hook, followed by a kidneypunch. Left hook, right hook. Has S2 a glassjaw or what?
Öh follows up with a haymaker and poff poff. S2 kisses the canvas.
Flash knock down. Back again. Butt there is S2 knocked the fuck out after a hard uppercut from Öh. Strato2 is down for counting 3,4,5,6,7,8 9,10 and out. Calculator Öhubble is the last man standing and S2's second throws in the towel.

Gosh what a fight...

Huh? Where am I? Where are my clothes??
What is my name??

Arnold Layne

You are in the thread for fugas and electronical hymnen. Arnold. Lowcaloric, Arnold! Those cakes in Neas pic are only showbread, Arnold...


There is a thick young man in Leeds,

Who eats much, much more than he needs,

He now is so fat,

That he can't wear a hat,

And his feet make big holes where he treads...

:luv1:

We were rocking,
And the beer was flocking,
Oh what a night,
Oh what a night,
OOOOO what a night,
It felt so hight,
Lets make a toast,
I'll be your host,
To the night,
And hold on tight,
We had a ball,
And noone fall,
Oooh what a night,
At Loose and Bäkkäri,
Today I*m very weäri.....
OOH what a night night.... Fun, fun fun funnelifun

Karlheinz Stockhausen wrote: You are in the thread for fugas and electronical hymnen. Arnold. Lowcaloric, Arnold! Those cakes in Neas pic are only showbread, Arnold...


There is a thick young man in Leeds,

Who eats much, much more than he needs,

He now is so fat,

That he can't wear a hat,

And his feet make big holes where he treads...

A well-rounded fellow from Leeds,
Has no choice, and humbly concedes,
That he can never do porn,
Because he was born,
With extensive caloric needs

So his love is in vain,
And his chest feels the pain,
Of love's icy breeze,
Or is it heart disease?
Show some love to he who is named...

Arnold Layne

:luv1: :luv1:

I hope I don't love you in vain,

Since you are my sweet Arnold Layne,

And please don't do porn,

That will make you outworn,

And I want you intact as boyfriend... :luv1:

You have saved me from grief,
And brought me relief,
So I will humbly agree,
And if you care about me,
You will cook me three pounds of roast beef.

Arnold "No Layne, No Gain" Layne

I worry a lot in brief,

Why you think most of porn and roastbeef,

Could you please think of me,

As much as I think of thee,

THAT would give ME a piece of relief.

There is no reason to mourn,
And please don't send me your scorn,
Though I love a good steak,
And in porn, to partake,
My feelings for you are reborn :luv1:

Arnold Layne

Arnold Layne wrote:There is no reason to mourn,
And please don't send me your scorn,
Though I love a good steak,
And in porn, to partake,
My feelings for you are reborn :luv1:

Arnold Layne

Do you still have spring on your hands??

Arnold Layne wrote:There is no reason to mourn,
And please don't send me your scorn,
Though I love a good steak,
And in porn, to partake,
My feelings for you are reborn :luv1:

Arnold Layne

Aber doch!


That was all I wanted to hear,

And now I no longer fear,

That my lover from Leeds,

Can't get all that he needs,

My love, some porn and all the steaks I can bear...



:luv1: :luv1:

:luv1: :luv1: :luv1:

Pekka Fucking Nurmi, commander Strutt, Harvester 4 and 3, hacker Crumb Bond and I, Stratowarius wish you all a Merry, Merry Christmass and a really Happy New Year.

Fröliiche, fröliche Weihnachten from me Karlheinz and my love the dancing Arnold without extra letters...

Happy Christmas and Merry New Year, say all of us here on Phallus ranch in Texas. Onkel Jeremia Stanley, StinkA with her husband Big Sammy, with carrothair and flapping ears, and all their children. Jaja. She is pregnant. Again! I A9 and of course Priapus, our newborn God. And all the cowboys, cows, bulls and the Hircines and Troglodytes(?)that are left...

Hoh Hoh Ho! A merry Christmassass to all of you from the Ö-family! Hohhohho!

Jaja! That was year twothousandten,

And we have to notice now when,

The nil will be one,

And then we all can,

Say hallo to thousandeleven...


Gutes neues jahr.

One more!

There was the year 2010,

That died in the same moment when,

The eleven was born.

In Greenwich timezone,

And tvelve booms could be heard from Big Ben...



Happy new year and may all dirty thieves burn in boiling oil in hell.

Stratowarius
I thought you were dead. :yuk:
Ass-isted suicide! :nervous:

I have even penned you this poem.... :luv1:

To she with woolly finger-hair,
I wished a blessed holiday,
With hope and love, and gifts to share,
To keep Pekka Nurmi away

Whatever you assk for in #2011,
(Spicy pork-bean bun)
I hope it exceeds #2010
(Sweet&Sour Fish Chow-Fun)

Tonight I drank
We both ended up in the drunk tank
Gazing my neighbors britches
Puking on her, she gets suspicious
These cookies are delicious
Why aren't they homemade?
Goddamn tollhouse mix
The day after tomorrow I'll eat Trix
Typing on a computer
Typing on a computer
Happy New Year and may an Elysium Deluxe edition with autographs be bestowed upon you.

AAAAAAAAAA wrote:Stratowarius
I thought you were dead. :yuk:
Ass-isted suicide! :nervous:

I have even penned you this poem.... :luv1:

To she with woolly finger-hair,
I wished a blessed holiday,
With hope and love, and gifts to share,
To keep Pekka Nurmi away

Whatever you assk for in #2011,
(Spicy pork-bean bun)
I hope it exceeds #2010
(Sweet&Sour Fish Chow-Fun)

:luv1:
A freckled plaitgirl from Helsinki,

That pointed a hairy winkipinkie,

At the guy she was stalking,

And as soon he was walking,

She followed him in a flinkieblinki...


Butt he was not some observer,

So he could not even see her,

He hoped she had disappeared,

So he did not fear,

That round the corner waited the hairy conquerconquer.

lol wut

Bah!Bah!

Let me tell you a story! Once upon a time there was a watchmaker that made a very special watch. He used gold, diamonds and esmeralds and he invented a ticktacksound that was extremely beautiful. It ticked so heavenly that the listener thought he heard the angels sing.

The watchmaker had worked hard in month and it had cost him a lot of energy and money. Now he hoped he could sell his costly creation, so his fellow-workers could get bread on their tables, for their starving families and he set up a date when he should show his masterpiece.

Butt the tragedy stroke. A sly and slimy thief crept into his house and STOLE the watch and all the copies. He laughed his scary laugh and told everyone,"Come and see how clever I am. I have stolen the watch and you can all listen to the fantastic new ticktack." "Ah and oh", said the gaping idiotthieffriends. "What a wonderful sound," And they started to review what they had taken and put it up on the watchmakers show-window."I think si and I think so,", "The second tick is much better than the first", they wrote. And so on and on to show how superclever watchlisteners they were.

The watchmaker wept. All his precious work was gone...

But in a corner sat the revengedevil. He smiled covertly. His time would soon come. And it did.

One after one of the dirty thieves got strange problems with their computers. They were slower and slower and the word ERROR, ERROR FOR EVER ERROR came up more than hundred times a day. It was a nastynasty virusbacteria inplanted in the watch and it jumped over, first to all technical equipment and then to the users.

Some lost their hearings, or got mousearms and thumbs, some were blind and their micromacromedius fell off. The most effected died. Huh huh

Butt the revengedevil laughed and laughed and if he hasn't stopped he still does....Hahahahahahahahaha

Werner was crafting a watch oh so fine,
Its diamond stones shone like a torch in the night,
When it purred its "tick-tock", the stars would align,
He would finish his opus....tonight!!

But wicked Pekka had it on his mind,
And he snatched it as Werner would snooze,
So Werner awoke and slowly resigned,
It was seized by another...but whose??

As Pekka unraveled his new Christmas gift,
He bemused how it ticked with such grace,
For Pekka was not one known for his thrift,
Though he feared Werner would give chase...

When Pekka logged in to the forum that night,
Then arose a mountain of errors,
He could not fix his account despite,
His delight as the watches new bearer

He could only read Arnold Layne's posts,
His avatar was full of bras,
In his anus he found a blue ghost,
And his LOL's became "jajas" :nervous:

For Werner cleverly chose to endear,
The watch with a wicked virus,
It buzzed in his ear till he scarcely could hear,
And his plunder was hardly desirous

Am I acquaintanced(huh, long word,maybe wrong till that) with Werner?

The watchmaker was full of wonder and shiver,
Who was the Werner, that thought he was the reciever,
And WHO gave HIM the clock?
Was it a thief in the Forum-stock,
That would make a generous retriever?

Butt what about Pekka again,
And always the same old refrain,
Theft,rape, sodomy and sly Pekka-boo,
What could that sushihater not happen to do,
to make his character full of stain?

Butt how could a poor watchmaker hack,
To get his precious new invention back,
He must ask our Crumb Bond,
That with a simple retriever-frond,
digged the clock out of Pekkas old shack.

Ha(ck) HA(ck)

So Pekka was fooled once again,
Now emptihanded, he had all in vain,
Stolen Werners Forum-find-clock,
That him Werner got from some crock,
Butt the watchmaker had nothing from this to gain.



Since the clock now was stolen again,
And by who? Yes our friend,

Jajaja Arnold Layne...

Kosmo wrote:lol wut

What a horrible avatar.!!! Huh. Was there nothing else you could take? The wolf was so nice and characteristic for us in Finland. Butt what IS the new one? Is it representing you? Or? Huh again! Huh all week...

It's a rainbow sheep!

rawrawrawrawr

:luv1: So great! This wolf is so sweet and thank you for letting him eat that ugly rainbowsheep for breakfast. Hope he can stay a while and that you don't have more ugly sheep in your closet...Huh!