10-24-2005, 09:05 PM
NiteFox,Oct 24 2005, 06:57 AM Wrote:Granted, you dream up a powerful solution to any of the world's ills, as well as several ills of other worlds. You proceed to brew up a batch in your garden shed and sell it worldwide.
Unfortunately, the batch goes sour and rather than healing people it turns them into zombies. Zombies with money-back guarantees. They come directly for you, and you cower in your home with but two shells remaining in your shotgun. You hear the front barricades break, the slow shuffling of feet towards your place of no escape, and then...
I wish I always had £10 more in my wallet on top of whatever money I put into it.
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Granted. Thanks to a few "business" connections, you always have an extra 10 euros slipped into your wallet every day. These businesses work in a strangely similar way to U.S. movie mafias,though, and when you don't do them any favors in return, you find yourself mysteriously stuck underwater in the closest deep river.
I wish I could at least get an average grade on a lab report.
I may be dead, but I'm not old (source: see lavcat)
The gloves come off, I'm playing hardball. It's fourth and 15 and you're looking at a full-court press. (Frank Drebin in The Naked Gun)
Some people in forums do the next best thing to listening to themselves talk, writing and reading what they write (source, my brother)
The gloves come off, I'm playing hardball. It's fourth and 15 and you're looking at a full-court press. (Frank Drebin in The Naked Gun)
Some people in forums do the next best thing to listening to themselves talk, writing and reading what they write (source, my brother)