Loads of scratchcards
it's the apocalypse
Sorry it's so hot here.
You dick. (sorry)
absolutely petrified. Then piss on his Soundgarden ticket stub (not a name for his cock). Then piss on his cock.
you abso-fucking-lute mungering dickwizard
piss on your Pocus Whiteface or whatever some moody DiS band is called ticket stub and then lag right into your eyes.
or some other sort?
So much money.
Run in, spray myself with aftershave and then glass someone, put on an expensive suit and then glass someone, eat loads of cakes and then glass someone, go into the glass department and just sit down and weep.
Even *I* don't bother with those stupid things.
I remember a friend of a friend telling me they'd nicked a whole roll of scratchcards from the shop they worked in that was closing down. They spend the whole evening with shitty little 2ps scratching em all with their friends. And made a grand total of about £10. From an entire roll of the fuckers.
Still though, he probably just made the story up for what it's worth.
Thing to loot: Spirits. Get pissed and never realise the end of the world happened.
Surely the chances for winning smaller amounts is higher than what he made out at the time.
from the worktop
why would this be a thing?
carry it nearly all the way home and then drop it.
I moved into a flat and my small TV (from my uni bedroom) wasn't cutting it in the lounge, so I bagged a free massive colour TV to use before I could buy a decent one. Managed to get it into my car, up 3 flights of stairs and then put it on the sofa... where it fell off.
thievery is the only way I'd get them; I feel the temptation sometimes to buy one but would feel embarrassed as an almost 22 year old to properly purchase one (the furthest I tend to go is the small Dairy Milks that have animals on them)
bought one for every other person there. Spent 18 quid in total. Now that's embarrassing.
Comes in thinking all that apocalypse prep work is finally going to pay off and finds the door off the hinge and all his food cans, radios and candles gone and and a giant penis spraypainted on the generator.
he won't be able to stick to his regulated eating times
don't care if youve been camping in the south downs for 12 hours
and it's not even a zombie apocalypse
I'd then cycle round Silks house, knock on the door and ask his Mum if he's allowed out. I'd then throw Warny's urine soaked memory box in his face and cycle off before glassing someone.
Is not unlike the live experience of SOUNDGARDEN.
or just the zombies
no the zombies won't experience rapt...
fucking hell I'm so hot.
Do doo be-do-do
Do do-do do
Do doo be-do-do be-do-do be-do-do be-do-do-doodle do do do-doo do!
came up with that?
and i scoffed at it
but i'm sure my life would be marginally improved by owning one
(it was a present)
but though a banana guard would inexpensively and efficiently solve this problem there's just no way I would ever own or use one because there's something inherently wrong with them.
films. I'd happily wear a leather waistcoat if I was the last man on Earth. Oh. I'd loot some eyeliner too. I'll be going for "the look"
where would you go to loot such a fetching outfit?
start ricing loads of potatoes and crying.
don't want to be wasting time tying a bow tie when its the apocalypse
buried in the Blue Peter garden
Fallout 3 or (the 70's) Survivors style. It captures the imagination.