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TJT bono isn't hot.

This Bono though:

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Plus Bruce is in that picture :lol:

http://forum.interference.com/f195/wanted-bono-bruce-183062.html

brooooooooooce
 
The dim lamps in the dark room created dances of light across the beige walls. The scent of beer and cheap hash was overpowering over the commotion of a couple dozen people, but it didn't get to Bruce's head. He was on a mission, and he was going to stick to it.

His steps echoed through the cement hallway, until he reached a room at the end. His sideburns were aching with anticipation. The door opened, and stood a man, perhaps in his early twenties, holding a bottle of Heineken.

"I'm sorry about last night," began Bruce. "I'm sorry I said that your mullet was ridiculous. It so isn't". Bruce bowed his head in defeat as he muttered the words, holding back tears. The younger chap pointed his Periclean nose in the direction of a bucket of water. He trotted over, attempting to sip from the stubbie to no avail, as it had been empty for ten minutes. "It's cool," he said, as he picked up a wet sponge and dripped it onto Bruce's ragged pants. Later that night they got mad rutty.
 
All we need now is train & plane fanfic :shifty:

As the Airbus A320 pulled into the gate, the airbridge extended like an excited member, eager to perform it's duty.

The two touched, the soft kiss of technologies. Slowly, the door opened and the Airbuseses precious cargo spilled out.













I might never look at a plane arriving at an airport the same way ever again.
 

:lmao:.....:shifty:


The plane could see the lights of the train in the distance. Through the clouds of love and desire, it made it's approach closer and closer to temptation. The train's engine was being stoked by the driver, rising the temperatures and causing the pressure of the steam to build internally. The train gripped tightly to the rails, holding on as the speed and anticipation grew. It could see the tunnel ahead, dark, moist, and deep into the mountain. The train controlled it's speed so as not to lose control during the careful entrance into the tight tunnel, harder and faster it went into the depths. The mountain now fully enveloping it. It couldn't see anything around it, yet it could feel everything. Just when it thought it could take no more it burst out the other side, erupting hot steam as the driver blew it's horn. The plane watched all of this happening from above. Now it was the jumbo's turn. The runway below, called out temptingly to it. Flashing, flickering in it's desire to have the plane come down it's runway. The pilot lifted the flaps and got the landing gear out and ready - locked hard into place. He eased back and carefully guided the beast into the enticing welcome of the runway. Smoke billowed from the wheels as they accomplished touch down, and the plane glided to an easy stop.....


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You know what would be HILARIOUS?

If we could do what we like with the tags. Another site i'm on has free run of what you do with the tags and it produces bloody funny results.

Eg someone starts a thread about reporting the misuse of tags. In three hours, here are the tags:


abuse, reporting, sheep tagger, stupid tags, tag me up the arse, tim tam tags, timmah talks tags, timmah the taggot, what tags, what's a tag?
 
:lmao:.....:shifty:


The plane could see the lights of the train in the distance. Through the clouds of love and desire, it made it's approach closer and closer to temptation. The train's engine was being stoked by the driver, rising the temperatures and causing the pressure of the steam to build internally. The train gripped tightly to the rails, holding on as the speed and anticipation grew. It could see the tunnel ahead, dark, moist, and deep into the mountain. The train controlled it's speed so as not to lose control during the careful entrance into the tight tunnel, harder and faster it went into the depths. The mountain now fully enveloping it. It couldn't see anything around it, yet it could feel everything. Just when it thought it could take no more it burst out the other side, erupting hot steam as the driver blew it's horn. The plane watched all of this happening from above. Now it was the jumbo's turn. The runway below, called out temptingly to it. Flashing, flickering in it's desire to have the plane come down it's runway. The pilot lifted the flaps and got the landing gear out and ready - locked hard into place. He eased back and carefully guided the beast into the enticing welcome of the runway. Smoke billowed from the wheels as they accomplished touch down, and the plane glided to an easy stop.....


:silent:

*wanks*
 
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