Gnipf~Installment One
The cat sat in the custard, wishing it was monday, while the fish lounged around on the broccoli, so everything was normal in the world of plinkerty-plomk, until there was a knock on the door, Frederick-the-Cheese-belly (commonly known as Gnrrf-hopper, or even just Fred) went to answer it, and when he did, he was terrified by the sight that lay before him... Stay tuned for installment#2 same time next week...
Gnipf~installment2
The sight that Gnrrf-hopper was now seeing was too awful to describe, but due to public demand, I shall have to try. As he opened the door he was struck by an image so powerful that now, 3 minutes 49 seconds later, he is still very traumatised. And tucking into a large bowl of marshmallows and ice-cream. Nevertheless, it was truly terrifying, a sight that plunged deep into the very soul of our young hero (and goldfish). If you hadn't realised, The milkman had arrived, via elephant, and we all know what THAT means… Stay tuned for installment#3 same time next week…
Gnipf~installment3
Well, for those of you who don't know, (well, maybe there are some ) the milkman arriving by elephant must mean that his normal form of transport was unavailable, and in the land of plinkerty-plomk the milkmen, (or milk-octopi) usually arrived via fire-breathing-angry-tenfoot-toasters. Gnrrf-hopper's mind was very fast in situations like these (which happened to him quite often), and he knew exactly what to do. But what did he do?? Where was the escaped toaster?? The next thrilling installment will be circulated same time, next week.
Gnipf~installment4
The next few days were fraught with terror for the fish, and many of the family were to afraid to leave their home (which was built largely from broccoli) with a fire-breathing-angry-tenfoot-toaster on the loose. Afterall what could possibly be worse, apart from perhaps two fire-breathing-angry-tenfoot-toasters? But Gnrrf-hopper had a plan, and his plan was indeed exceedingly cunning. The idea was based on the toaster's one weakness, its primal fear of, yep, you guessed it, cheese. Discover what the plan was in installment5, next week. ps. The producers of "Gnipf~the full story" would like to apologise to the readers of the aforesaid publication for any inconvenience caused by this weeks installment being exactly 23hrs and 46 minutes late, we appreciate that some readers may have found this distressing; and are therefore deeply sorry.
Gnipf~installment5
Having a fire-breathing-angry-tenfoot-toaster on the loose is obviously a great danger to society, and Gnrrf-hopper, who was, as I have not mentioned before, a specially trained toaster-hunting fish knew that he was the best equipped fish to deal with the toaster before it left the small village of Whopp~de~diggy~diggy where he lived, and headed for the big city over the hill. To trap the toaster, whist not risking his own health or safety, Gnrrf-hopper would have to catch it while it was asleep, he would need some sleeping drugs for this, but he was only 987 minutes old (and you need to be 2500 to buy that kind of thing at the chemist's), he had no way of getting any. Gnrrf-hopper decided that he would make his own from the scraps of vegetables under the sink in the kitchen and a small amount of heroin stolen from his big brother, Boudsd-hopper. When he had prepared the sleeping potion, it was time for action…
Gnipf~installment8
Well Gnrrf-hopper liked his cornflakes in the morning. Infact, he absolutely loved having cornflakes for breakfast in the morning. Most fish do, actually. And not a lot of people know that). So, if the milk-octopus lost his delivery fire-breathing-angry-tenfoot-toaster then Gnrrf-hopper would have to go and get the milk every morning (there were no fridges in the land of Plinkerty-plomk) and he would never have cornflakes first thing ever again!! Ever!! so Gnrrf-hopper, being the good, upstanding citizen that he was, decided to do his duty and take the fire-breathing-angry-tenfoot-toaster back to the dairy. When he got there, the milk-octopuses were very very happy to see their fire-breathing-angry-tenfoot-toaster back again. They invited him in for a cup of tea, so he could tell them all about it. Gnrrf-hopper went in, and guess what, there was a surprise-party with all his fishy friends, and it had been arrange especially for him. But Boudsd-hopper was there, and he wasn't happy about that heroin… tune in again, same time next week
Gnipf~installment9
Gnrrf-hopper ran. And ran. And ran. He may have been a local hero after capturing the fire-breathing-angry-tenfoot-toaster, but he had stolen ilegal drugs from a member of his own family. From now on he would have to be careful, because the drug-baron Sfyueq-monger would be after him, trying to persuade Gnrrf-hopper to help in his dealings... tune in again, next week, normal time... ************************************************************************************** The publishers of "Gnipf , the full story..." would like to apologise for this week's installment being a little late, the lateness was caused by thew combined effects of an administrative error, and a lorry-driver's strike on a road in Afghanistan...
We are sorry for any inconvenience or unwarranted distress that this installment's lateness may have caused.
Gnipf~installment10
Sfyueq-monger ws a mean old yak, who had moved to the land of plinkerty-plomk when he had been forced from his home-land of Garabba-de-Dabba. He was mean, and he needed new fish to run his drug smuggling ring. He decided to send a mob round to Gnrrf-hopper's home in Yak-jelly Avenue... Tune in again, same time, next week.... Extra-long-installment this week, due to all those complaints last week...
Gnipf~installment11
Gnrrf-hopper heard a knock on the door, just as he had way back in the happy days of installment1, however, this was not the milk-octopus, it was worse than that, it was Sfyueq-monger's mob. The incident with the fire-breathing-angry-tenfoot-toaster had changed Gnrrf-hopper's life for ever. Oh, how he wished he could go back to being a normal super-intelligent-bearded-goldfish!! But he couldn't. Those days were long gone, and Gnrrf-hopper had only two choices: Escape through the back door, and leave the land of Plinkerty-plomk, never to return... Open the door and become a slave to the world's most evil, vicious drug-smuggling yak... What can Gnrrf-hopper do? Tune in again same time, next week...
Gnipf~installment12
Well it wouldn't be half as much fun without a little drug-story, now, would it? And that was the reason that Gnrrf-hopper decided to sneak out the back door and run away from a life of drugs and crime. That was really mean, wasn't it? Now we'll never have any drugs in the story!! But as he opened the back door, he walked straight into Sfyueq-monger's mob, an ugly, greasy crew, made up of 4 badgers and 1 goat. The goat grabbed Gnrrf-hopper by the gills, and poked a gun into his neck (or what would have been his neck, if he hadn't been a goldfish). Gnrrf-hopper was trapped!! What could he do?
Tune in for installments 13 AND 14 next week. It's a special treat, 'coz I'm feeling superstitious…
Gnipf~installment13
This week's bulletin will only feature installment 13 because, despite being superstitious, the editor is also decidedly lazy!! So Gnrrf-hopper agreed to carry the drugs, whereupon he had a bag shoved over his head, and was knocked unconscious and thrown into a truck bound for Sfyueq-monger's secret underground hideout!!
Tune in for installment14 same time next week (this one was especially short just to annoy you all)
Gnipf~installment14
The truck bounced along the windy roads in the dead of night; travelling agonisingly slowly towards
Sfyueq-monger's secret underground hideout, which put poor old Gnrrf-hopper through a lot of pain, as the bag he was tied up in was full of giant porcupines, which were going to be sold on the black-market.
Twice they were stopped by customs officers, who had their moles search the bags for smuggled porcupines to the sound of "Abba's greatest hits: volume 34b" however, none of the porcupines were discovered, as the moles were busy listening to Abba (who drove past in an open-topped jeep while the search was ocurring, as did Monica Lewinsky), and of course: moles are blind anyway.
They arrived at a Burger-King, where they stopped for a whopper meal (no mayonnaise), a cigar or two (imported from Chad) and some directions. The penguin behind the counter told them that, if they were lucky, they could reach Sfyueq-monger's secret underground hideout in a couple of hours. Gnrrf-hopper could not hear this, however, as he was still in the bag in the back of the truck…
Tune in for installment15 same time next week (this one was extra long just to shut you all up after your moaning last week)
Gnipf~installment15
Gnrrf-hopper had once considered getting a job at McDonalds, but when he had attended 4 interviews instead of one, due to administration errors, and his half-hour orientation had taken an hour and a half, he gave up on the idea. [We would like to point out that all characters in “Gnipf~the full story” are entirely fictional, resemblance to real people, alive or dead, is entirely coincidental].
The truck, meanwhile continued to move slowly and shakily along the long and winding country lanes towards
Sfyueq-monger's secret underground hideout…
Tune in for installment16 same time next week.
Gnipf~installment16
The truck skidded to a halt outside Sfyueq-monger's secret underground hideout, and the super-intelligent-bearded-goldfish, yak, smuggled giant porcupines, 4 badgers and 1 goat staggered out, and limped towards the lift that would take them down into Sfyueq-monger's secret underground hideout (the lift was indicated by a large neon sign which read: “Sfyueq-monger's secret underground hideout, courtesy of Rabesandrantana Signs plc, all right reserved.”
Very secret, thought Gnrrf-hopper, just before a bag was thrown over his head, and everything plunged into darkness, as his already bruised and spiked (from 17.368 hours in the back of a truck in a sack of illegal giant porcupines) was beaten into unconsciousness with a beetroot…
Installment17 will be published same time next week…
Installment17
If you hadn’t already realised, there was a typing error in last week’s instalment, the phrase “his already bruised and spiked” should have been “his already bruised and spiked little body”, so that the whole sentence would read
“…as his already bruised and spiked little body (…) was beaten into unconsciousness with a stick…”
The publisher’s thanks go to Miss Rebecca Law of Tring, Hertfordshire for notifying us of this mistake.
When Gnrrf-hopper regained consciousness, he found himself sitting on a mole-hill in a field of poppies. “Excuse me,” he said to a nearby farmer, “but could you tell me: is this Sfyueq-monger's secret underground hideout?”
“No, mate” said the farmer (who looked suspiciously like a young Noel Edmonds) “you want the one over there, by where it says “Sfyueq-monger's secret underground hideout, courtesy of Rabesandrantana Signs plc, all right reserved”.”
“Oh, right” said Gnrrf-hopper, “thanks.” before wandering over to Sfyueq-monger's secret underground hideout, and tying himself up by his nose, ready for interrogation.
Tune in again, for installment18 same time, next week
Installment18
Good evening, and welcome to Gnipf~mega Wednesday!! This week we have published our weekly instalment on Wednesday to bring a splash of excitement to your otherwise mundane and pointless existences…
Yes, I forgot. Sorry.
As Gnrrf-hopper thought about what he had just done, walked voluntarily into Sfyueq-monger's secret underground hideout and tied himself up, ready for questioning, he realised that it had been a bit of a stupid thing to do.
It was at this point that Gnrrf-hopper, hero of our story, and (normally) super-intelligent bearded goldfish, realised that he had had one of those moments of temporary stupidity that occur in the minds of all characters in all high-tension drama series at crucial moments, ie the heroin in a horror fil going alone into a dark basement to take on an armed psychopath/vampire/*rabid yet highly intellectual green goose, etc…
*A great many block-busting horror films from the land of Plinkerty-plomk have featured rabid yet highly intellectual green geese…
Tune in again for installment19 next TUESDAY…
Installment19
“Tune in again for installment19 next TUESDAY…” was the ending to last week’s installment of “Gnipf-the full story”; well, I’m sorry to say that I’m writing this on Wednesday, because I was asleep at 6 ‘o’clock last night when I usually do my emails, and I went straight to work this morning, so I’ve had to publish this week’s installment on “Gnipf-mega Wednesday the 2nd”.
This week, following the example set by Henry Fielding when he wrote the book “Tom Jones” we will digress completely from the plot, and supply you with some (irrelevant and highly useless, yet at the same time thought-provoking) items of background information related to the topic.
But first, a message to Bex (commonly known as “Miss Rebecca Law of Tring, Hertfordshire”) : how *do you like this?
We now return once more, to the main point of this week’s installment, which has little to do with the main point of the publication as a whole…
“*A great many block-busting horror films from the land of Plinkerty-plomk have featured rabid yet highly intellectual green geese…” said last week’s installment of “Gnipf-the full story”
And here are some potentially exciting facts to do with block-busting horror films from the land of Plinkerty-plomk:
!.> The 1st film to be released in the land of Plinkerty-plomk was a film called
“The land of Plinkerty-plomk is attacked by a rabid yet highly intellectual green goose”
2.> The 2nd film to be released in the land of Plinkerty-plomk was a film called
“The land of Plinkerty-plomk is attacked by a rabid yet highly intellectual green goose 2”
3.> The next 47 films to be released in the land of Plinkert-plomk were all from the same series, and shared the same title, using the now predictable, yet at the time highly contemporary system of adding a number to the name of a successful film and following straight on where the last on left off.
4.> The only film from the set which did not conform to the set was film number 37 which was entitled “Wow, I’m a film director! What happens if I type this for the title of my new film and then press this button?”
5.> The director of this film was fired on the spot after choosing this title, along with the entire office staff, none of whom were able to work out how to change the unfortunate title, thus creating one of the biggest flops in film history.
6.> This is not actually surprising when one considers that all the other films ever released her were from the same series, and featured, perhaps not surprisingly, a rabid yet highly intellectual green goose.
Tune in again next week for the latest edition of “Gnipf- the full story”, as we continue with, not surprisingly, installment20, which may or may not be called “Wow, I’m writing a little story! What happens if I type this for the title of my next installment and then press this button?”
Installment20
I would like to point out that this instalment is NOT called “Wow, I’m writing a little story! What happens if I type this for the title of my next installment and then press this button?” Because that would just be pathetic. Instead, in giving this installment its title, I have bypassed all need for imagination, and simply called it “installment20” .
2 weeks ago, in installment18, we left Gnrrf-hopper after he had walked voluntarily into Sfyueq-monger's secret underground hideout and tied himself up, ready for questioning. We forgot to mention that as he sat there in a big black leather chair that squeaked when he moved, he was reading a leaflet called
“So you’ve been captured by a yak-drug baron and are about to be interrogated?” Which was by the well-known leaflet and pamphlet writer Spank-monger (aka Sam –the hitman-Thompson) who was actually chained up by his toes right next to our hero at that very moment. Spank-monger’s toes were at that point beginning to turn an unsightly shade of aqua-marine and make strange noises, as often happens to intellectual tree-frogs from Burkina Faso when they’ve been hanging upside down for too long.
Spank-monger did not seem too bothered by this, however, and was calmly reading (upside down) another leaflet called “So you’ve been captured by a yak-drug baron and are about to be interrogated?” #2
by Gnrrf-hopper.
Before Gnrrf-hopper had had time to wonder when he had actually written that leaflet, and who had written the third one in the series, however, the door of the basement swung open, scattering bowls of breakfast-cereal and small Lebanese lobster-cakes all over the floor.
Sfyueq-monger strode in, carrying a large number of exotic looking torture instruments under his trademark pink lace cape, which he always wore, despite allegations of homosexuality…
Tune in for installment21 at some point next week…
Installment21
Through the scattered Lebanese lobster-cakes lying on the damp basement floor strode the pink-caped
Sfyueq-monger, his large, thick yak horns gleaming in the light of the candles fixed to the wall with a mixture of Bostik glue and pancake mix.
Sfyueq-monger looked vicious, he was a tall-broad shouldered yak, with his long, coarse hair braided in a line down the middle of his back. He was a yak who knew how to get what he wanted, and he wanted a super-intelligent bearded goldfish to carry drugs on illegal missions across the border, into the land of
Garabba-de-Dabba, his own homeland, and a haven for heroin dealing goldfish, especially of the super-intelligent bearded variety…
You have just witnessed the fourth and possibly final Gnipf mega-Wednesday , as we hope at present to resume the usual publication date of Tuesday for the next installment, installment22, which will be published next week…
Due to Pixies urgent Gnipf Hopper board meeting in Bopps, Azerbejuan Installment22 will be written by me as asked by Pix.
Installment22
As Gnrrf headed down the steep and rather bumpy road to Garabba-de-Dabba (a haven for heroin dealing goldfish), he could not help but feel abit sqeemish about the job ahead. Sfyueq-monger opened the back of the van and Gnrrf and Sfyueq-monger hopped out, as well as some super furry insects that Sfyueq-monger managed to attract while they stopped off for ice-cream on the way.
Gnrrf stroked his beard twice for good luck then grabbed the heroin and pegged it round the corner while Sfyueq-monger was dealing with the super furry insects who were now 'humping' his leg. Before Sfyueq-monger could realise Gnrrf drove off in the van and left a very aggrervated yak and 37 small pink furry insects. As Grrnf took a left turn he saw Jetti-Sprousse Monger The Third (otherwize known as Norman Fordyce) drive off in Jesse Menzzer's (other wise known as Hugh) car. Gnrrf do a three 61 degree spin and do eskamo rolls all the way back to Garabba-de-Dabba where Mr Sfyueq-monger was waiting in a super furry mood...
Tune in for installment23 at some point next week…
Next week will be an extra long one by Pixie. Due to A Pix being to lazy to write for a few weeks you are stuck with me ( by his request of course ) Here is a special The Super Friday Installment23.
Installment23
As Gnrrf finished his seventh eskimo roll he thought it would be best to stop, and ended up just drawing it to a dramatic conclusion including some sparks, expoltions, and Sfyueq-monger landing in a pond. As Sfyueq-monger regained conciessness he realised that Gnrrf had escaped with the Heroin. He looked round to see the Garabba-de-Dabba Neighbourhood covered in pink furry insects who had be blown into the air on the impact of the explosion.
More next week...
Hello and wellcome to Gnipf Hopper Installment24. This episode is going to be more action packed than ever before so watch out.
Installment24
Gnrrf saw a small hole in the wall of a local Garabba-de-Dabba building, so he made his way through with extreme procaution and flexability. He entered and he saw a massive man standing in his way. He tried to run but he realized that he was actually in Maddame Tussords and that the big man was actually Javis Cocker. He turned round to and heard Sfyueq-monger's voice so he crept behind the wax 'Ronnie Corbet', with his head glancing out. Sfyueq-monger entered and punched the fake Jeremie Beadle for good measure. He the went on the chase for Gnrrf.
At last Sfyueq-monger left and Gnrrf came from hiding. But just as he thought he was in the clear Sfyueq-monger appeared with his Heroin detector. It was beeping loudly and Sfyueq-monger new Gnrrf was around somewhere. Gnrrf jumped out ( prooving his emence strength courage and beardedness ) He got out a hand gun from his beard and shot Sfyueq-monger right in the groin. Sfyueq-monger stumbled in pain and Gnrrf stroked his beard twice.
Suddenly Sfyueqkov-monger (Sfyueq-monger's russian brother) came from the smoke equipped with a Heroin vacuum-cleaner! What would Gnrrf do, find out next week in Installment 25
Tune in for installment25 at some point next week…
Installment25
I’m back!! This week I’ll be writing your instalment, which should have been sent out last Tuesday. I’m shoving tomorrow’s (next week’s) instalment on the end of this one ‘coz I’m gonna be out tomorrow…
Sfyueqkov-monger was not the world’s most intelligent yak, infact he hadn’t even been the most intelligent yak in Russia, where there aren’t many yaks, and those that are there are pretty stupid. This is because many yaks leave Russia for fear of Mrs Gladys Bjarnasson, an old lady who immigrated to Russia from her native Iceland in 1989, and is still getting to grips with basic Russian. For this reason Gladys’s stories about what her and her 3rd cousin Olaf, also her husband of 36 years (it’s legal in Iceland, I think) got up to on wet weekends in Bognor Regis using only some randomly selected pieces from a chess set and the remnants of Olaf’s much beloved string vest.
The yaks in Russia were also intimidated by Gladys (whom they knew as “El Arthropod”, which is Spanish for “El Arthropod”) because she was continually attempting to persuade them to watch dodgy Icelandic slide-shows from her safari of Africa, where she had photographed mainly randy horses and queer giraffes.
This was the reason why there were few yaks remaining in Russia.
Installment26
So we’ve established that there weren’t many yaks in Russia, which was due mainly to Gladys “El Arthropod” Bjarnasson. Not that it was relevant in any way relevant to the plot of the enthralling drama of next week’s (published a day early) instalment of “Gnipf, the full story…”.
What is relevant, however, is that Sfyueqkov-monger’s lack of common sense induced him into sitting down in a fenced off area of “Maddame Tussords” and eat a small green cheese and three slices of salami. He had not realised, however, that “Maddame Tussords” was a salami free zone, and he was therefore in defiance of one of the establishment’s basic principles, and was promptly “removed” by a burly security guard called Barry, who came from Exeter.
At this unexpected piece of good luck, Gnrrf-Hopper did what all comic heroes are expected to do under such circumstances, which was to throw his head back dramatically and enjoy a quiet chuckle to himself, before embracing the neares waxwork model of Terry Wogan or Carol Vorderman.
Gnrrf-hopper’s hearty laugh attracted the attention Sfyueq-monger, who spun round with an evil glint in his eye, and advanced menacingly towards Gnrrf-hopper cackling evilly and stroking his beard.
OH NO!! IS THIS THE MOMENT WHEN OUR HERO GNRRF-HOPPER MEETS AN UNTIMELY DEMISE AT THE AGE OF 7? SURELY NOT!! TUNE IN FOR NEXT WEEK’S EXCITING INSTALLMENT OF “GNIPF, THE FULL STORY” AND BEAR IN MIND THAT THIS COULD BE THE LAST WE HEAR OF THE SUPER-INTELLIGENT BEARDED GOLDFISH THAT THE MODERN WORLD HAS COME TO KNOW AND LOVE BY THE NAME “GNRRF-HOPPER”.
It's back to me again this week. Yes you did read it correctly I will hope to smash Pix's existing record of 2 Gnipf ~installments, by having a special 'Holiday 6 epidose diarama'!!!! (I am really that sad) Enjoy...
Installment27
Gnnrf tilted his head towards the sunlight beaming through the hole where the 'Mr T' wax model had exploded three days earlier. The sun's bright ray's reflected into Sfyueq-monger's eyes, off one of Gnnrf's novelty hair sequens. This blinded Sfyueq-monger long enough for our hero to give him a hearty kick in the nads. Sfyueq-monger lay on the floor and twiched in a spasmatic trance, and our hero ran away to the court of Banjo Bootle's Secret Hash Stash. Sfyueq-monger didn't have time to react to this as his beard caught fire and he burnt the hole place down, and yes the Maragret Thatcher model melted.
Gnnrf stood outside Banjo Bootle's Secret Hash Stash and pondered over how he would sell the good's. He decided to run in and sell them. So he did. Gnrrf ran in to hear the familiar voice of Sfyueq-mongina coming towards him down the hall. She stopped and smiled at him (giving him the right to kill her in certain areas of Eastern Baroot) He gave her a Gnrrf eye brow raise and a knee in the groin. (This is tradition in Banjo Bootle's Secret Hash Stash)
She thanked him and invited him and a mistery star guest to come to dinner (sponsored by Banjo Bootle's Secret Hash Stash) with her and her cronies.
What will our hero do, and who is the misery star guest, find out in a few seconds when you scroll own the page...
Installment28
Gnnrf had a room booked that night at Banjo Bootle's Secret Hash Stash and he intended to exaust the facilitys. He got ready and headed from the Banjo Bootle's Secret Hash Stash room booked by a Banjo Bootle's Secret Hash Stash client. (Courtesy of Banjo Bootle's Secret Hash Stash) He went down the chrome plated stairs and kneed the butler in the groin as was tradition in Banjo Bootle's Secret Hash Stash.
The butler gave Gnnrf a secret message that Lex Luger and his cronies were to ambush the Dinner and knee all the guest's in the groin, twice ( this was thought to be the biggest insult of all) Gnnrf headed to the local Arsenal where he stocked up on ammo and countless gun's and stuff. He stuffed them in his extra extra large coat and crept out the shop very unconspicuously (Yes i can't spell)
As the Bearded mistro left the Arsenal he saw none other than Banjo Bootle himself walking back to the Banjo Bootle's Secret Hash Stash Dinner. He also returned to find Sfyueq-mongina, Sfyueq-monger's half sister eating dinner at the over sized table. Suddenly the hole building blew up!!! WHAT WOULD HAPPEN TO OUR FURRY LITTLE FRIEND?? AND WHO'S DEAD??? Find out in a sec...
Installment29
The explosions continue for the whole Installment..... ( very teedious) BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG
Installment30 ( Year 3oth Anviversery!! )
Gnrrf lay stunned by the impact of the blow confused by the reasons for its detination and very burnt. He crawled out the rubble and climbed to safety. He heard that it was actually Lex Luger and his cronies that did the deed. Laying out all the major important people I can't be bothered to name.
(More BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG's)
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A special thanks to Pixie,(And on the odd occasion Sam) who painstakingly wrote all these entrys... ...and all the future ones to come.
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