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ewen said:


Hockey's real popular over here but my team, The Edinburgh Capitals, suck as much as their name.

I think a baseball game would be more of a novelty for me since I don't get to see any of that over here. So :up: for baseball.

Duly noted. :up:
 
Ah, you kids today... ;)

All right, pax is out. Take good care of Ewen for me tonight if he comes back. :(

:: leaves one million :kiss:es ::

bye! :wave:
 
To-Night At The Masonic Temple.

FISTICUFFSMANSHIP!
and General Donnybrook-Making

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To-Night At The Masonic Temple.

Death Dealin' Dave
Shall Contend With
Darren the Destructor

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UNTIL INDIVIDUAL OR MUTUAL UNCONSCIOUSNESS,
BRUTAL DEATH, FISTIC AMPUTATION OF
NO FEWER THAN THREE LIMBS,
OR TEARING-ASUNDER OF ONE OR BOTH PARTIES
HAS BEEN SATISFACTORILY AND VISIBLY ACHIEVED.


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A Gentlemanly Sporting Display of Uncommon Magnitude,
Upon Which Wagers May Be Placed.

Death Dealin' Dave, Weighing In At A Limber 135 Pounds, a Tried and Tested Giant of
Canadian Descent, lends his unique Eye, and Spirit of Calculation, to
Hand-to-Hand Combat, and renders the Bludgeoning and Pulverisation
of his opponent a Science; Most recently victorious in his match against
Kid Ithaca, who was rendered Helpless against Dave's devastating
Ice-Hard Fists, and vomited forth his Heart, Stomick, and Vitals
in a great Spume of steaming Offal.

Darren the Destructor, also a Weight hitting a Lofty 11.5 Stone, a doughty Hibernian late of the
Irish Lands, is a very Hogs-Head of Defiance, a stout Contender who
shrugs off Hammer-Blows as if they were Kisses, and drinks in
Punishment as if it were Whiskey; Has been seen to Cudgel his Man with
such Pile-Driving Force, that Bones fly to Flinders with a resounding
Crack. Lately triumphant against Homer Hoose the Slashing Swede,
who's Skull he Splintered with a Heroic Right Cross. Showering the
Delighted Onlookers with Crimson Gobbets torn from the Swede's
Brain-Pan, and winning the Lakeland Crown.

Both Death Dealin' Dave and Darren the Destructor are fleet of Foot, bright of Eye, and possess
Fists of the heaviest Lead, yet both are as noble Gentlemen, schooled in
the Craft of Sports-Manship. By these lights, the Promoter shall forbid
the use of Axes, Sledges, Gun-Powder, Punt-Hammers, Horse-Whips,
Plough-Shares, and Fence-Posts by members of the Audience. The
Pugilists may not use any Drug or Physick, excepting Alcohol,
Morphine, Heroin, Laudanum, Horse Laxative, and Coca Leaf; The
humane use of leathern Pugilistic Gloves, as specified by the Interference
Sporting Commission, in order to artificially soften the Brutality of any
Blow, is expressly Forbidden.

No Girls under Sixteen Years of Age or Boys under Eight Years of Age Permitted.
 
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The scene is set and Darren is backstage preparing for his fight with Death Dealin' Dave. The sheep are around him. The sheep start talking and only Darren can understand them. Darren said just this once the sheep will speak English, they want to interview me and the people have a right to know whats going on. Darren hands the sheep a mic and says the sheeps name is Larry the pet sheep.

Larry the pet sheep: Darren the Destructor are you ready for the fight of your life? How do you feel knowing that there is a chance you could die tonight?

Darren: I am ready, I was born ready. With the sheep in my corner I cant go wrong and once I win which I will, I will walk out with my Jackie. A chance I could die tonight. Good one Larry. We all know there will be only one death and that is the death of Death Dealin' Dave.

Larry the pet sheep: What do you think of the sheep?

Darren: I love sheep. Alot of people get the wrong end of the stick when I say that.

Larry the pet sheep: Well best of luck because I know you wont fail me because if you do then I will be eating your brains if you lose.

Darren: My brains NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Larry the pet sheep: then win this and you can eat Daves brains.

The scene ends with Darren walking into his dressing room and getting his attire on for the fight.
 
:lol: april.

it was fun we talked about the upcoming trip to europe and what i need to do to prepare for it and how excited we both are.

on the trip going...there are 11 guys and only 3 girls (i'm one of the 3) :ohmy:
 
unfortunately the guys that are going are all dweebs if i say so myself. for some reason all the gothic-robotics type guys take german...:scratch: and the non-gothic guys have girlfriends. :shrug:
 
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