Random Competition 2k5

[fists_of_fury]

Kumi a mad man. :nihungsmile:

3 oranges, 4 pink suits and a car bonnet :doh: @

[Heera Singh]

prove it...

[`KuMi´]

prove wa dat im madd, ok

Well once i diedd, they did a discoo nd mr tarzan and his talking monkey was there, they were dancing around my body like rada swamis, thenn al of a sudden superman cammee nd he sed ' can i join u' then the monkeyy replied ' Yes yess eassiiiii wagwan mann hows ya been, just pull up a chair'

then the monkey stells a stroyy

The local pet store was selling monkeys for five cents a piece. I thought this was odd since they were normally a couple thousand each, but I decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. I ordered 200. I like monkeys.

I took my 200 monkeys home. I have a big car. I let one drive. His name was Sigmund. He wasn’t very smart. In fact, none of them were really bright. They kept punching themselves in the genitals. I laughed. Then they punched my genitals. I stopped laughing.

I herded them into my room. They didn’t adapt very well to their new environment. They would screech, hurl themselves off the couch at high speeds and hurl themselves into the wall. Although humorous at first, the spectacle lost its novelty halfway into the third hour.

The next day I found out why all the monkeys were so inexpensive. They all died. No apparent reason. They all just sort of dropped dead. Kind of like when you buy a cheap goldfish and it dies five hours later. Damn cheap monkeys.

I didn’t know what to do. There were 200 dead monkeys lying all over my room, on the bed, on the dresser, hanging from my bookcase. It looked like I had 200 throw rugs.

I tried pretending that they were just stuffed animals. That worked for a few weeks until it started to smell real bad.

I tried to flush one down the toilet. It didn’t work. It got stuck. Now I had one dead wet monkey and 199 dead dry ones.

I had to use the bathroom but there was a dead monkey in the toilet, and I didn’t want to call the plumber. I was embarrassed.

I tried to slow the decomposition by freezing them. I ate all the food in the freezer so it wouldn’t go bad. Unfortunately there was only enough room for two monkeys at a time, so I had to change them every 30 seconds.

Next I tried burning them. Little did I know my bed was flammable. I had to extinguish the fire before I could burn all the monkeys.

Now I had one wet monkey in my toilet, two frozen monkeys in my freezer, and 197 dead, charred monkeys in a pile on my bed. The odor wasn’t improving.

I became agitated at my inability to dispose of my monkeys or use the bathroom. I threw some monkeys out the window. I felt better.

I tried throwing them away in the garbage, but the garbage man said the city wasn’t allowed to dispose of charred primates. I told him that I had a wet one. He said he couldn’t take that one either. I didn’t bother asking about the frozen ones.

Finally I arrived at a solution. I gave my monkeys out as Christmas gifts. My friends didn’t know quite what to say. They all pretended that they liked them, but I could tell they were lying. Ingrates. I punched them in the genitals.

[navdeep kaur]

i randomly start singing shabads:

mittar ghanaray kar thaki, mera dukh katai koay...........

[smartsingh24]

heera does not smell.

Japmans is smart.

And Kumi is right.

[`KuMi´]

What are u implying dat im not rite

[gupt_paapi]

What are u implying dat im not rite

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DEFINETLEYY :doh:

[gupt_paapi]

kumi... u worry me :doh:

prove wa dat im madd, ok

Well once i diedd, they did a discoo nd mr tarzan and his talking monkey was there, they were dancing around my body like rada swamis, thenn al of a sudden superman cammee nd he sed ' can i join u' then the monkeyy replied ' Yes yess eassiiiii wagwan mann hows ya been, just pull up a chair'

then the monkey stells a stroyy

The local pet store was selling monkeys for five cents a piece. I thought this was odd since they were normally a couple thousand each, but I decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. I ordered 200. I like monkeys.

I took my 200 monkeys home. I have a big car. I let one drive. His name was Sigmund. He wasn’t very smart. In fact, none of them were really bright. They kept punching themselves in the genitals. I laughed. Then they punched my genitals. I stopped laughing.

I herded them into my room. They didn’t adapt very well to their new environment. They would screech, hurl themselves off the couch at high speeds and hurl themselves into the wall. Although humorous at first, the spectacle lost its novelty halfway into the third hour.

The next day I found out why all the monkeys were so inexpensive. They all died. No apparent reason. They all just sort of dropped dead. Kind of like when you buy a cheap goldfish and it dies five hours later. Damn cheap monkeys.

I didn’t know what to do. There were 200 dead monkeys lying all over my room, on the bed, on the dresser, hanging from my bookcase. It looked like I had 200 throw rugs.

I tried pretending that they were just stuffed animals. That worked for a few weeks until it started to smell real bad.

I tried to flush one down the toilet. It didn’t work. It got stuck. Now I had one dead wet monkey and 199 dead dry ones.

I had to use the bathroom but there was a dead monkey in the toilet, and I didn’t want to call the plumber. I was embarrassed.

I tried to slow the decomposition by freezing them. I ate all the food in the freezer so it wouldn’t go bad. Unfortunately there was only enough room for two monkeys at a time, so I had to change them every 30 seconds.

Next I tried burning them. Little did I know my bed was flammable. I had to extinguish the fire before I could burn all the monkeys.

Now I had one wet monkey in my toilet, two frozen monkeys in my freezer, and 197 dead, charred monkeys in a pile on my bed. The odor wasn’t improving.

I became agitated at my inability to dispose of my monkeys or use the bathroom. I threw some monkeys out the window. I felt better.

I tried throwing them away in the garbage, but the garbage man said the city wasn’t allowed to dispose of charred primates. I told him that I had a wet one. He said he couldn’t take that one either. I didn’t bother asking about the frozen ones.

Finally I arrived at a solution. I gave my monkeys out as Christmas gifts. My friends didn’t know quite what to say. They all pretended that they liked them, but I could tell they were lying. Ingrates. I punched them in the genitals.

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[japmans]

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA KUMI WINS!!! I DON'T CARE WHAT ANYONE POSTS AFTER THIS.... HOLY wowwwwwww

kumi wins!

[smartsingh24]

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA JAPMANS WINS!!! I DON'T CARE WHAT ANYONE POSTS AFTER THIS.... HOLY wowwwwwww

japmans wins!