Ball on a String

[rod185651]

Sorry

http://thedogpaddler.com/RandomUploads/Ball/ball.htm

[Gitzy]

Its not fucking working.... grrrr im clicking that little fucker.. and nothing.. I hate you rod.. ;)

[Gitzy]

Oh hang on.. success.. it does work, i dont hate you any more Rod, but you owe me like 5 mins of my life..

[Large]

I've been clicking for nearly 40 minutes now and it changed colour 12 times, then it came up with-

"You are sharp enough to be a member of the Labor Party for the KEVIN 10 CAMPAIGN

Now some cunt is knocking at my door...

What should I do?

[rod185651]

LOL I did apologise, whatever you do don't answer the door.

[VFighteR]

stoopid game!

[JackTar]

quote:Originally posted by Large

I've been clicking for nearly 40 minutes now and it changed colour 12 times, then it came up with-

"You are sharp enough to be a member of the Labor Party for the KEVIN 10 CAMPAIGN

Now some cunt is knocking at my door...

What should I do?


Lies.

[Weaselman]

FUCKING GAME

[Hillsy]

quote:Originally posted by Large

I've been clicking for nearly 40 minutes now and it changed colour 12 times, then it came up with-

"You are sharp enough to be a member of the Labor Party for the KEVIN 10 CAMPAIGN

Now some cunt is knocking at my door...

What should I do?


Send a PM to Surt :D

[Large]

quote:Originally posted by JackTar


quote:Originally posted by Large

I've been clicking for nearly 40 minutes now and it changed colour 12 times, then it came up with-

"You are sharp enough to be a member of the Labor Party for the KEVIN 10 CAMPAIGN

Now some cunt is knocking at my door...

What should I do?


Julia Gillard is my husband


O rly?

[JackTar]

LOL

[Hagarr]

Who the fuck has time to make these games?

Just wasted a good part finding out the best way to sneak up on it.

;)

[RevHead]

fuckin lamo hahaha

[Surt]

quote:Originally posted by Hillsy


quote:Originally posted by Large

I've been clicking for nearly 40 minutes now and it changed colour 12 times, then it came up with-

"You are sharp enough to be a member of the Labor Party for the KEVIN 10 CAMPAIGN

Now some cunt is knocking at my door...

What should I do?


Send a PM to Surt :D


hahaha u sneeky negoodnik Hillsy been smokin mundies agin?! [V] anyway lookie wat iv just found in my in box:

"Woodshadows floated silently by through the morning peace from the
stairhead seaward where he gazed. Inshore and farther out the mirror of
water whitened, spurned by lightshod hurrying feet. White breast of
the dim sea. The twining stresses, two by two. A hand plucking the
harpstrings, merging their twining chords. Wavewhite wedded words
shimmering on the dim tide.

A cloud began to cover the sun slowly, wholly, shadowing the bay in
deeper green. It lay beneath him, a bowl of bitter waters. Fergus' song:
I sang it alone in the house, holding down the long dark chords. Her
door was open: she wanted to hear my music. Silent with awe and pity
I went to her bedside. She was crying in her wretched bed. For those
words, Stephen: love's bitter mystery.

Where now?

Her secrets: old featherfans, tasselled dancecards, powdered with musk,
a gaud of amber beads in her locked drawer. A birdcage hung in the sunny
window of her house when she was a girl. She heard old Royce sing in the
pantomime of Turko the Terrible and laughed with others when he sang:

_I am the boy
That can enjoy
Invisibility._


Phantasmal mirth, folded away: muskperfumed.

_And no more turn aside and brood._


Folded away in the memory of nature with her toys. Memories beset his
brooding brain. Her glass of water from the kitchen tap when she had
approached the sacrament. A cored apple, filled with brown sugar,
roasting for her at the hob on a dark autumn evening. Her shapely
fingernails reddened by the blood of squashed lice from the children's
shirts.

In a dream, silently, she had come to him, her wasted body within its
loose graveclothes giving off an odour of wax and rosewood, her breath,
bent over him with mute secret words, a faint odour of wetted ashes.

Her glazing eyes, staring out of death, to shake and bend my soul. On me
alone. The ghostcandle to light her agony. Ghostly light on the tortured
face. Her hoarse loud breath rattling in horror, while all prayed on
their knees. Her eyes on me to strike me down. _Liliata rutilantium te
confessorum turma circumdet: iubilantium te virginum chorus excipiat._

Ghoul! Chewer of corpses!

No, mother! Let me be and let me live.

--Kinch ahoy!

Buck Mulligan's voice sang from within the tower. It came nearer up the
staircase, calling again. Stephen, still trembling at his soul's cry,
heard warm running sunlight and in the air behind him friendly words.

--Dedalus, come down, like a good mosey. Breakfast is ready. Haines is
apologising for waking us last night. It's all right.

--I'm coming, Stephen said, turning.

--Do, for Jesus' sake, Buck Mulligan said. For my sake and for all our
sakes.

His head disappeared and reappeared.

--I told him your symbol of Irish art. He says it's very clever. Touch
him for a quid, will you? A guinea, I mean.

--I get paid this morning, Stephen said.

--The school kip? Buck Mulligan said. How much? Four quid? Lend us one.

--If you want it, Stephen said.

--Four shining sovereigns, Buck Mulligan cried with delight. We'll
have a glorious drunk to astonish the druidy druids. Four omnipotent
sovereigns.

He flung up his hands and tramped down the stone stairs, singing out of
tune with a Cockney accent:

_O, won't we have a merry time,
Drinking whisky, beer and wine!
On coronation,
Coronation day!
O, won't we have a merry time
On coronation day!_


Warm sunshine merrying over the sea. The nickel shavingbowl shone,
forgotten, on the parapet. Why should I bring it down? Or leave it there
all day, forgotten friendship?

He went over to it, held it in his hands awhile, feeling its coolness,
smelling the clammy slaver of the lather in which the brush was stuck.
So I carried the boat of incense then at Clongowes. I am another now and
yet the same. A servant too. A server of a servant.

In the gloomy domed livingroom of the tower Buck Mulligan's gowned form
moved briskly to and fro about the hearth, hiding and revealing its
yellow glow. Two shafts of soft daylight fell across the flagged floor
from the high barbacans: and at the meeting of their rays a cloud of
coalsmoke and fumes of fried grease floated, turning.

--We'll be choked, Buck Mulligan said. Haines, open that door, will you?

Stephen laid the shavingbowl on the locker. A tall figure rose from the
hammock where it had been sitting, went to the doorway and pulled open
the inner doors.

--Have you the key? a voice asked.

--Dedalus has it, Buck Mulligan said. Janey Mack, I'm choked!

He howled, without looking up from the fire:

--Kinch!

--It's in the lock, Stephen said, coming forward.

The key scraped round harshly twice and, when the heavy door had been
set ajar, welcome light and bright air entered. Haines stood at the
doorway, looking out. Stephen haled his upended valise to the table and
sat down to wait. Buck Mulligan tossed the fry on to the dish beside
him. Then he carried the dish and a large teapot over to the table, set
them down heavily and sighed with relief.

--I'm melting, he said, as the candle remarked when... But, hush! Not a
word more on that subject! Kinch, wake up! Bread, butter, honey. Haines,
come in. The grub is ready. Bless us, O Lord, and these thy gifts.
Where's the sugar? O, jay, there's no milk."

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AIN'T THAT LARGE BLEU TEURD?!!! :(