I’ve quit Cian’s band and I’m starting my own up.
Auditions will be soon. I’m looking for people with talent that I can latch onto for success.
I want to use this. I’ll be rich!
I’m moments away from blowing my career out of the water. I have an end of internship presentation to give to all the fat cats, big wigs and money makers of my organisation. Everyone’s all dressed up smart and their presentations are all in high-gloss, professional red.
Mine starts out with a topless picture of me, star wars introduction music, scrolling yellow text. I’m handing out oragami and sweets to keep them occupied.
I’ll let you know how I get on
Roll yellow text from bottom of screen.
In the begining there was the word and that word was… Erm.. Well I guess the bible never really explains what that word was.
Spurred on by a tentacle-loving harry potter/McGuyver fan who dared us to start afresh we have decided that it is time to rekindle the flames of our imagination and start afresh… again*. This time I really mean it. More than I meant it last time.
First order of business, gentlemen, rambo 4. We must aquire a copy of this fine film (legally of course…) and commence the Rambo 4 drinking game. I propose the following rules for when we drink:
- For every person killed.
- We laugh at something that wasn’t supposed to be funny.
- A person makes a pun, others must drink.
- Fat girl wild card.
- Hot girl appears on screen.
- End Game: Hot fat girl appears on screen.
*By we I mean me.
You just have to suck it right back.
Protip: Click the picture.
