I'm in the GF2 MX crowd too. I still like the idea of picking a number. Makes it fair for everyone (and requires no skill of any kind <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo--> ).
<!--QuoteBegin-Transmission+Feb 10 2005, 11:32 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Transmission @ Feb 10 2005, 11:32 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> I still like the idea of picking a number. Makes it fair for everyone (and requires no skill of any kind <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo--> ). <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> Sounds good to me. PM the number to an admin so there can't be cheatzoring, and then the admin reveals the winzor.
Whoever makes the coolest flash video on why they want it...or just who makes a cool one <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile-fix.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile-fix.gif' /><!--endemo-->
<!--QuoteBegin-DOOManiac+Feb 10 2005, 11:37 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (DOOManiac @ Feb 10 2005, 11:37 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> Or you could just take my word on it, because really its my video card and if I wanted to give it to a specific person I'd do so... <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> I'd take your word on it, unless I lost, in which case I'd call you a liar and burn your house down.
<!--QuoteBegin-Caboose+Feb 10 2005, 10:47 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Caboose @ Feb 10 2005, 10:47 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> <!--QuoteBegin-DOOManiac+Feb 10 2005, 11:37 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (DOOManiac @ Feb 10 2005, 11:37 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> Or you could just take my word on it, because really its my video card and if I wanted to give it to a specific person I'd do so... <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> I'd take your word on it, unless I lost, in which case I'd call you a liar and burn your house down. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> i wanta make love to caboose
<!--QuoteBegin-Har Har the Pirate+Feb 10 2005, 09:54 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Har Har the Pirate @ Feb 10 2005, 09:54 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> <!--QuoteBegin-Caboose+Feb 10 2005, 10:47 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Caboose @ Feb 10 2005, 10:47 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> <!--QuoteBegin-DOOManiac+Feb 10 2005, 11:37 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (DOOManiac @ Feb 10 2005, 11:37 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> Or you could just take my word on it, because really its my video card and if I wanted to give it to a specific person I'd do so... <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> I'd take your word on it, unless I lost, in which case I'd call you a liar and burn your house down. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> i wanta make love to caboose <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> Get in line.
Try and create the 'coolest' image taken from HL2 Ravenholm episode (No Gary's mod). That level has fire, zombies, dismemberment the lot. I also enjoy taking screenshots of zombies just as they've been decapitated <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo--> .
<!--QuoteBegin-Crispy+Feb 11 2005, 02:07 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Crispy @ Feb 11 2005, 02:07 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> So people are trying to win a GeForce4, and the people with GeForce 2 MXs have to take screenshots...
This could be interesting! <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> Heh that inspires me to pop my GF 2 MX 400 in my machine, load it some drivers and play HL2 and release screenshots with it at recommended detail...on second thoughts I will die every 10seconds, no <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo-->
<!--QuoteBegin-Crispy+Feb 11 2005, 08:07 AM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Crispy @ Feb 11 2005, 08:07 AM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> So people are trying to win a GeForce4, and the people with GeForce 2 MXs have to take screenshots...
This could be interesting! <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> Do I win because my machine won't even run HL2?
Well, I need to get all this crap out of my living room floor, so I gotta give away the final bundle... I can't really think of anything good, so just write a poem, a story, draw a picture, or even sing a song if you want about.. erm... whatever. I'll pick the best one.
hmm i seem to be in luck. im trying to win this card for a friend of mine, who is an artist, and it seems pretty appropriate to show some of his works. he attends northwestern and is really gifted in musical and artistic aspects. had i not gotten a new graphics card recently (6600gt), i would be trying to win this for myself.
<a href='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v237/choi728/Picture056.jpg' target='_blank'>louis armstrong</a> <a href='http://img58.photobucket.com/albums/v178/soonjong318/summer2004/a745b947.jpg' target='_blank'>better picture of it</a> <a href='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v237/choi728/Picture057.jpg' target='_blank'>one of his other works</a>
[Placeholder until I can think of something witty and have more time]
Hey, at least you know I'm sincere and not just looking for a freebie - seeing as how I would've been willing to pay for that GF4ti just as well <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink-fix.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink-fix.gif' /><!--endemo-->
Well, I need to get all this crap out of my living room floor, so I gotta give away the final bundle... I can't really think of anything good, so just write a poem, a story, draw a picture, or even sing a song if you want about.. erm... whatever. I'll pick the best one.
<b>Bundle 8</b>: GeForce 4 Ti4400, RatzPad Mousepad <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> Aw damnit. Why did you have to pick all that stuff taht requires creativity?
Here's my entry. It's a story and photos to go along with said story that Dr. Phil would call a "Life Experience" or some other made up catch phrase. Anyway, it's called "Happy Fun Time With Ducks"
It was early November 2002 in a small town in North Texas. The kind of small town you could drive through and never question if it was even a town at all. Now you can imagine all the fun and exciting things you could do in such a town growing up, couldn't you? Aside from the movie theatre that was built in '95 and the Super Wal-Mart, that had replaced the regular Wal-Mart back in '92, there wasn't much else to do at all unless you were willing to drive 45+ minutes in to Dallas for the clubs.. or whatever other young, modern, and hip people do for fun. Well in this early November there happened to be a regular event at this small town that drew in large crowds to view and purchase the same old junk, new junk, and your various standard food vendors selling such creations like funnel cake, the "Bloomin' Onion", other gimmick-esque confectionary, and that one lemmonaid stand that everyone has to visit because of the cool cups and straws they sell with those one dollar. This my friends was a flea-market of epic proportions that only Bonham calls "Trades' Day".
Chris, a good friend for the longest time I can remember while living in Texas, April, his "friend" at the time, and myself decided we would go and waste some time at Trades' Day. It was just one of those "spur of the moment" type of things that young people tend to do, and this was no exception, because for some reason when we had all came across the live stock section of Trades' Day Chris had this crazy idea. Now let me step back for moment to explain something. Chris, although being a good friend, can get in to some pretty interesting situations. He's the one that says, "Hey lets drop everything we're doing and drive to the middle of nowhere" or some other impulsive and sometimes illegal activities all while I've been the grounded down to Earth type of person. It's like we both balanced each other out in a way.
Yeah, so back on track. So Chris had, for him, a very normal idea that still surprised me when I heard him say it. He wanted to purchase a couple of ducks, and cook one of them and eat it for dinner that night. Now it wasn't the fact that he said he wanted to buy two ducks. It wasn't the fact that he wanted to kill one or both of the and eat it, but the fact that he was dead set on doing this. It was like he woke up that morning, opened the shades, gave a big grin and said, "I'm gonna eat me some duck today."
Now I was trying to do the best that I could to paint a picture of what all this was actually going to be. I mean it's not like I don't go to the store to buy a live duck only to cook for dinner. I knew in Chris' mind he had this grand vision of the end result while I couldn't get past the killing part, but he purchased two ducks proclaiming to the farmers that we were going to eat one of them. Still to this day I will not forget the grins on those people who sold us those two duck.
So we headed back to my small cramped car. Chris rode up front with a duck in his lap, and April behind him with one on hers'. These ducks were huge and thankfully didn't make a whole lot of trouble untill halfway back to Chris' house April's duck finally had enough of the car trip and decided that peeing on April would set him free.
We all made it back to Chris' house and set the two ducks free. They loved the gated freedom of his yard and the refreshing pool. It was soon evident though that it was only a matter of time that these ducks could fly over the fence even though their wings were clipped. So Chris and I left for one of many local animal feed/hardware stores for some rope and metal clip things used to tag pigs or something to confine the ducks to the yard.
Now it was time to relax before the epic duck dinner Chris had invisioned. The big question on our minds was that we now had ducks, but what to cook? I was quickly issued with the task of combing the internet for <b>the</b> <i>ideal</i> dish, and I came up with what had both looked and <i>sounded</i> good, but later proved disappointing at best; roasted duck with some kind of wine grape sauce served with it, and your standard mashed potatoes. With the perfect dish in hand it was time to prepare the duck for cooking, but Chris' dad had already caught wind of our plan, and being the cool dad he was he let us continue with our master plan. In an attempt to butter up to him[Chris' Dad], Chris had dedicated this epic occasion to his father.
It was time to pick the duck, and instead of picking up the nice fat and well rounded one, Chris had picked out the mallard because the white duck was for someone's pond by their home.
Now to make a long story shorter at this point I will jump straight to the chase.
The time had come for the beheading of the duck. April and myself looked away as Chris was the only one willing to do the dead.
It wasn't fun afterwards because the bill of the duck was kept trying to quack and the body was trying to get up and walk around... despite these events Chris knew there was no turning back now.....
Chris was tasked with gutting the duck. For him it was by far the worst things he'd ever had to do... the look on his face was priceless since reality finally hit him at this point and he <i>aalmost</i> regretted having the idea of cooking a duck. Eventually he had fun with it.. as only Chris could have fun..
The second worst part about it all was defeathering the darn thing. The down feathers were real hard to remove because we didn't boil the poor thing long enough. Defeathering took the longest time unfortunately. April did a fantabulous job of doing the disgusting part, but my time was to come soon. I was the chef....
It was my time to shine. I prepaired all the ingrediants, most of which were substituted and subsequently made the dinner less than delicious. The sun had set by now and Chris' father was in the living room enjoying all the gastly noises coming from the kitchen. Chris had finally called it quits to puke and gather what was left of himself(from what I remember he wasn't feelin' too hot afterwards), and I was left with April to finish the meal.
Bottom line... the dinner sucked. No one wanted to eat the duck since it shrunk in size. Chris flat out refused to eat it, but his dad had to try a taste. April and I sampled some of the duck, but it ultimately ended up in the trash by the end of the night. The mashed potatoes were killer as always though.....
..and what happened to the other duck? Well that's for another contest to find out..
I hope all that read this learned something and grew in some ways, or atleast were entertained to some degree. Pictures can be found <a href='http://members.cox.net/flaming.june/funtime/Index.htm' target='_blank'>here</a> on a little webpage I whipped up for display the following day.
<!--QuoteBegin-briktal+Feb 12 2005, 07:33 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (briktal @ Feb 12 2005, 07:33 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> Needs more of your sister. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> You're right, the mousepad and the sticker on the printer isn't <b>quite</b> enough.
maybe I should color him <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo-->
<!--QuoteBegin-RuBy+Feb 12 2005, 10:14 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (RuBy @ Feb 12 2005, 10:14 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> maybe I should color him <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo--> <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> Ruby, Caboose, im gonna have your babies, just dont know whos yet , how or when
<!--QuoteBegin-RuBy+Feb 13 2005, 12:14 AM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (RuBy @ Feb 13 2005, 12:14 AM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> maybe I should color him <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo--> <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> Oh my god I think I have fallen in love.
<!--QuoteBegin-Har Har the Pirate+Feb 13 2005, 12:48 AM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Har Har the Pirate @ Feb 13 2005, 12:48 AM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> <!--QuoteBegin-RuBy+Feb 12 2005, 10:14 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (RuBy @ Feb 12 2005, 10:14 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> maybe I should color him <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo--> <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> Ruby, Caboose, im gonna have your babies, just dont know whos yet , how or when <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> Do it the fun way! Leave it up to nature to decide!
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I'd almost say scavenger hunt.. but well.. with Google that's not that much of a good idea... :P
Sounds good to me. PM the number to an admin so there can't be cheatzoring, and then the admin reveals the winzor.
I'd take your word on it, unless I lost, in which case I'd call you a liar and burn your house down.
I'd take your word on it, unless I lost, in which case I'd call you a liar and burn your house down. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
i wanta make love to caboose
I'd take your word on it, unless I lost, in which case I'd call you a liar and burn your house down. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
i wanta make love to caboose <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
Get in line.
<!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo-->
Try and create the 'coolest' image taken from HL2 Ravenholm episode (No Gary's mod). That level has fire, zombies, dismemberment the lot. I also enjoy taking screenshots of zombies just as they've been decapitated <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo--> .
This could be interesting!
This could be interesting! <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
Heh that inspires me to pop my GF 2 MX 400 in my machine, load it some drivers and play HL2 and release screenshots with it at recommended detail...on second thoughts I will die every 10seconds, no <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo-->
This could be interesting! <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
Do I win because my machine won't even run HL2?
Well, I need to get all this crap out of my living room floor, so I gotta give away the final bundle... I can't really think of anything good, so just write a poem, a story, draw a picture, or even sing a song if you want about.. erm... whatever. I'll pick the best one.
<b>Bundle 8</b>: GeForce 4 Ti4400, RatzPad Mousepad
<a href='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v237/choi728/Picture056.jpg' target='_blank'>louis armstrong</a>
<a href='http://img58.photobucket.com/albums/v178/soonjong318/summer2004/a745b947.jpg' target='_blank'>better picture of it</a>
<a href='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v237/choi728/Picture057.jpg' target='_blank'>one of his other works</a>
Hey, at least you know I'm sincere and not just looking for a freebie - seeing as how I would've been willing to pay for that GF4ti just as well <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink-fix.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink-fix.gif' /><!--endemo-->
Well, I need to get all this crap out of my living room floor, so I gotta give away the final bundle... I can't really think of anything good, so just write a poem, a story, draw a picture, or even sing a song if you want about.. erm... whatever. I'll pick the best one.
<b>Bundle 8</b>: GeForce 4 Ti4400, RatzPad Mousepad <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
Aw damnit. Why did you have to pick all that stuff taht requires creativity?
It was early November 2002 in a small town in North Texas. The kind of small town you could drive through and never question if it was even a town at all. Now you can imagine all the fun and exciting things you could do in such a town growing up, couldn't you? Aside from the movie theatre that was built in '95 and the Super Wal-Mart, that had replaced the regular Wal-Mart back in '92, there wasn't much else to do at all unless you were willing to drive 45+ minutes in to Dallas for the clubs.. or whatever other young, modern, and hip people do for fun. Well in this early November there happened to be a regular event at this small town that drew in large crowds to view and purchase the same old junk, new junk, and your various standard food vendors selling such creations like funnel cake, the "Bloomin' Onion", other gimmick-esque confectionary, and that one lemmonaid stand that everyone has to visit because of the cool cups and straws they sell with those one dollar. This my friends was a flea-market of epic proportions that only Bonham calls "Trades' Day".
Chris, a good friend for the longest time I can remember while living in Texas, April, his "friend" at the time, and myself decided we would go and waste some time at Trades' Day. It was just one of those "spur of the moment" type of things that young people tend to do, and this was no exception, because for some reason when we had all came across the live stock section of Trades' Day Chris had this crazy idea. Now let me step back for moment to explain something. Chris, although being a good friend, can get in to some pretty interesting situations. He's the one that says, "Hey lets drop everything we're doing and drive to the middle of nowhere" or some other impulsive and sometimes illegal activities all while I've been the grounded down to Earth type of person. It's like we both balanced each other out in a way.
Yeah, so back on track. So Chris had, for him, a very normal idea that still surprised me when I heard him say it. He wanted to purchase a couple of ducks, and cook one of them and eat it for dinner that night. Now it wasn't the fact that he said he wanted to buy two ducks. It wasn't the fact that he wanted to kill one or both of the and eat it, but the fact that he was dead set on doing this. It was like he woke up that morning, opened the shades, gave a big grin and said, "I'm gonna eat me some duck today."
Now I was trying to do the best that I could to paint a picture of what all this was actually going to be. I mean it's not like I don't go to the store to buy a live duck only to cook for dinner. I knew in Chris' mind he had this grand vision of the end result while I couldn't get past the killing part, but he purchased two ducks proclaiming to the farmers that we were going to eat one of them. Still to this day I will not forget the grins on those people who sold us those two duck.
So we headed back to my small cramped car. Chris rode up front with a duck in his lap, and April behind him with one on hers'. These ducks were huge and thankfully didn't make a whole lot of trouble untill halfway back to Chris' house April's duck finally had enough of the car trip and decided that peeing on April would set him free.
<img src='http://members.cox.net/flaming.june/funtime/1b.png' border='0' alt='user posted image' /><img src='http://members.cox.net/flaming.june/funtime/3b.png' border='0' alt='user posted image' />
We all made it back to Chris' house and set the two ducks free. They loved the gated freedom of his yard and the refreshing pool. It was soon evident though that it was only a matter of time that these ducks could fly over the fence even though their wings were clipped. So Chris and I left for one of many local animal feed/hardware stores for some rope and metal clip things used to tag pigs or something to confine the ducks to the yard.
<img src='http://members.cox.net/flaming.june/funtime/4b.png' border='0' alt='user posted image' /><img src='http://members.cox.net/flaming.june/funtime/5b.png' border='0' alt='user posted image' />
Now it was time to relax before the epic duck dinner Chris had invisioned. The big question on our minds was that we now had ducks, but what to cook? I was quickly issued with the task of combing the internet for <b>the</b> <i>ideal</i> dish, and I came up with what had both looked and <i>sounded</i> good, but later proved disappointing at best; roasted duck with some kind of wine grape sauce served with it, and your standard mashed potatoes. With the perfect dish in hand it was time to prepare the duck for cooking, but Chris' dad had already caught wind of our plan, and being the cool dad he was he let us continue with our master plan. In an attempt to butter up to him[Chris' Dad], Chris had dedicated this epic occasion to his father.
It was time to pick the duck, and instead of picking up the nice fat and well rounded one, Chris had picked out the mallard because the white duck was for someone's pond by their home.
Now to make a long story shorter at this point I will jump straight to the chase.
The time had come for the beheading of the duck. April and myself looked away as Chris was the only one willing to do the dead.
<img src='http://members.cox.net/flaming.june/funtime/7b.png' border='0' alt='user posted image' /><img src='http://members.cox.net/flaming.june/funtime/6b.png' border='0' alt='user posted image' />
It wasn't fun afterwards because the bill of the duck was kept trying to quack and the body was trying to get up and walk around... despite these events Chris knew there was no turning back now.....
Chris was tasked with gutting the duck. For him it was by far the worst things he'd ever had to do... the look on his face was priceless since reality finally hit him at this point and he <i>aalmost</i> regretted having the idea of cooking a duck. Eventually he had fun with it.. as only Chris could have fun..
<img src='http://members.cox.net/flaming.june/funtime/10b.png' border='0' alt='user posted image' /><img src='http://members.cox.net/flaming.june/funtime/12b.png' border='0' alt='user posted image' />
The second worst part about it all was defeathering the darn thing. The down feathers were real hard to remove because we didn't boil the poor thing long enough. Defeathering took the longest time unfortunately. April did a fantabulous job of doing the disgusting part, but my time was to come soon. I was the chef....
<img src='http://members.cox.net/flaming.june/funtime/8b.png' border='0' alt='user posted image' />
It was my time to shine. I prepaired all the ingrediants, most of which were substituted and subsequently made the dinner less than delicious. The sun had set by now and Chris' father was in the living room enjoying all the gastly noises coming from the kitchen. Chris had finally called it quits to puke and gather what was left of himself(from what I remember he wasn't feelin' too hot afterwards), and I was left with April to finish the meal.
Bottom line... the dinner sucked. No one wanted to eat the duck since it shrunk in size. Chris flat out refused to eat it, but his dad had to try a taste. April and I sampled some of the duck, but it ultimately ended up in the trash by the end of the night. The mashed potatoes were killer as always though.....
..and what happened to the other duck? Well that's for another contest to find out..
I hope all that read this learned something and grew in some ways, or atleast were entertained to some degree. Pictures can be found <a href='http://members.cox.net/flaming.june/funtime/Index.htm' target='_blank'>here</a> on a little webpage I whipped up for display the following day.
[18:01] <Fam> Draw a picture of yourself and DOOM, and the card.
<a href='http://pj.netrulon.com/forums/image001.jpg' target='_blank'>http://pj.netrulon.com/forums/image001.jpg</a> <-- too big so i linked it.
You're right, the mousepad and the sticker on the printer isn't <b>quite</b> enough.
Roses are red,
violets are blue,
If I don't win,
I'll burn your house down!
<img src='http://www.ladder54.com/photos/fire8.jpg' border='0' alt='user posted image' />
win.
DUN DUN DUN
<img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-7/765189/buildstuff_v10000.jpg' border='0' alt='user posted image' />
Ruby, Caboose, im gonna have your babies, just dont know whos yet , how or when
Oh my god I think I have fallen in love.
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Do it the fun way! Leave it up to nature to decide!