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THE JOKE GAME!

The game you get to joke about?

The Rules
Ok here are the rules !
Rule no.1 - Please no random spamming.
Rule no.2 - To play this game you need to post a joke but for the point to be sucessful you need to get a plus one (E.G - Why did the chicken cross the road? Mr. T: If you saw me coming, you'd cross the road, too! so the next person would do this +1-9 from if it was very bad or VERY good the after the point plus you do your joke ORRRR just leave it as the +1-9)

Ok now that you know the rules START POSTING
Oh... and One other thing in One week I will update the scores. And whom ever wins with points will get a free copy of the how to paint citadel minatuares book.

NOW START POSTING

I WILL START!

Roses are red
Violets are blue
In soviet russia
Poem writes you!

+1.... sorry, but your violet was violet, not blue....



Your momma is so fat that her crabs are actually Trygons

-=Scar=- wrote:THE JOKE GAME!

The game you get to joke about?

The Rules
Ok here are the rules !
Rule no.1 - Please no random spamming.
Rule no.2 - To play this game you need to post a joke but for the point to be sucessful you need to get a plus one (E.G - Why did the chicken cross the road? Mr. T: If you saw me coming, you'd cross the road, too! so the next person would do this +1-9 from if it was very bad or VERY good the after the point plus you do your joke ORRRR just leave it as the +1-9)

Ok now that you know the rules START POSTING
Oh... and One other thing in One week I will update the scores. And whom ever wins with points will get a free copy of the how to paint citadel minatuares book.

NOW START POSTING

I WILL START!

Roses are red
Violets are blue
In soviet russia
Poem writes you!

>>The game you get to joke about?
>>The game

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@Corvus: Ah, .

There is no Creation Story. There is just a list of animals and beings that Chuck Norris allows to live.

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you think you've got bad lag, think about Jesus it took him 3 days to respawn!!

Mr. T somtimes jokes about how it took Jesus THREE WHOLE DAYS to respawn.

A Squad of Battle Sisters were being deployed planetside via a Valkryie. As they board the pilot leaves the young co-pilot to prep the ship and helps get the sisters gear, smiling and making himself helpfull, especially to the busty Sister Superior.

When they're all ready and seated, the pilot returns to the cockpit. An announcement cuts over the P.A. system, making the sisters look up.

"Ladies, this is your pilot speaking. We'll be taking off shortly, so strap yourselves in. This trip will take roughly 20 minutes."

With a lurch, the Valkryie launches and begins its descent. The co-pilots voice sounds out over the P.A., but this time it's not an announcement. Aparrently they'd forgotten to turn the speakers off.

"So what are you gonna do with your 3 day leave when we get down there?" he asks.

The pilot sighs and responds. "Well the first thing I'm gonna do when we land is take a massive dump."

The Sisters in the back, most of the newly initiated, blush and a few smiles break out. The Sister Superior gives them a stern glance.

The pilot continues. "Did you spot that cougar back there? The one in charge? What a beauty! Breasts the size of watermellons, and boy did that armour look tight! I just love the redheads y'know."

The sisters are giggling now, and the Superiors cheeks turn into a shade darker.

The Co-pilot laughs. "Forget her, mate. She's way outta your league."

The pilot shoots back. "Just you wait, kid. First, I'm gonna take her out, wine her and dine her. Then, I'll bring her over to some fancy hotel-block, you know, the classy sort. We'll go up to the room and then..."

The pilot continues, laying out in great detail all his plans for that wonderful night of carnal pleasures. The Sisters are openly in hysterics. The Sister Superior leaps up from her seat, fuming with embarresment, her face matching her red hair, and rushes to the door leading to the cockpit. She trips and sprawls onto the floor at the feet of one of the newly inititated sisters.

The Sister looks down at her dissaprovingly. "Calm down, Sister Superior. He's gotta take a **** first!"




Top that one.

I have extended the period of the winning time to an extra 2 weeks from the lack of responses

It would be cool if Dorn went to a couple of worlds and said to himslef, I'm not building a fortification today, I'm gonna get laid..

Did you know that Chuck Norris only does missionary? It's because he never screws up.

shas'o vera wrote:It would be cool if Dorn went to a couple of worlds and said to himslef, I'm not building a fortification today, I'm gonna get laid..

erm...... i am no heretic, i did nothing
*tau trying to look inocent*

why does earth have so many earthquakes? because it has a heroin addiction and it's tearing him apart.

I do not take credit for the following story.

It was forty-five years ago, when I first came to America as a young
Roumanian student of divinity, that I first met the evils of the
``ough words.'' Strolling one day in the country with my fellow
student, I saw a tough, coughing as he ploughed a feild, which (being
quite nearsighted)I misstook for pie dough. Assuming that all ough
words were pronounced the same, I casually remarked, ``The tuff cuffs
as he pluffs the duff!'' ``Sacrilege!'' shrieked my devout companions.
``He is curising in Roumanian!'' I was expelled from school.

The ministry being closed to me, I then got a job as a chore boy on the
farm of an eccentric Mr. Hough, who happed to spend most of his time in
the bough of a tree overhanging a trough. I was watering a colt one
morning, when I noticed that Mr. Hough's weight had forced the bough down
into the water. ``Mr. Hoo!'' I shouted. ``Your Boo is in the Troo!''
Thinking I was speaking lightly of his wife, Mr. Hough fired me on the spot.

So I drifted into the prize ring. But here again the curse of the 
oughs undid me. One night at the Garden, I was receiving an
unmerciful trouncing froma mauler twice my size. Near the end of the
sixth round I could stand it no longer. I raised my feeble hand in
surrender. ``Eno! Eno!'' I gulped. ``I'm thruff!'' ``Insults like that I
take from no man!''bellowed my opponent, and he slugged me into a coma!
Something snapped!...a maddening flash...and all became black. Fifteen
years later I awoke to find myself the father of three homely daughters
named Xough, Yough, and Zough. I had become a thorough-going Augho-maniac.