'Lets do something spontaneous' Said Boobah, as he slammed his face into a window. 'No. Every time we do anything spontaneous we end up almost being killed by some sort of tyrant we have managed to piss off along the way, eventaually escaping his evil clutches and then having our actions documented in an article on some back-water website' replied Doobah. 'Say what?' 'Forget it, I'll get my coat...' 'Why?' 'I stole his football' 'Damn you Boobah, always nicking rich people's footballs...' 'Well maybe if you gave me the money to get my own...' Doobah frowned. Boobah had begun to salivate.
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| - 'Lets do something spontaneous' Said Boobah, as he slammed his face into a window. 'No. Every time we do anything spontaneous we end up almost being killed by some sort of tyrant we have managed to piss off along the way, eventaually escaping his evil clutches and then having our actions documented in an article on some back-water website' replied Doobah. 'Say what?' 'Forget it, I'll get my coat...' 'Why?' 'I stole his football' 'Damn you Boobah, always nicking rich people's footballs...' 'Well maybe if you gave me the money to get my own...' Doobah frowned. Boobah had begun to salivate.
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| - 'Lets do something spontaneous' Said Boobah, as he slammed his face into a window. 'No. Every time we do anything spontaneous we end up almost being killed by some sort of tyrant we have managed to piss off along the way, eventaually escaping his evil clutches and then having our actions documented in an article on some back-water website' replied Doobah. 'Say what?' 'Forget it, I'll get my coat...' It was true, Boobah and Doobah had a habit of getting on the bad side of various evil non-law abiding tyrants (all of which seemed to have exceptionally large unkept basements full of torture equipment and screaming emaciated people) and it seemed today would be no different. 'Bill Gates called' said Boobah 'He wants to gut us and hang our guts out to dry then parade our guts on national TV then dress them up in funny hats and make them act out a sort of gutty version of Punch and Judy... then he wants to take our gutted corpses and hang them so he can shoot at them when hes bored' 'Why?' 'I stole his football' 'Damn you Boobah, always nicking rich people's footballs...' 'Well maybe if you gave me the money to get my own...' 'Boobah, I don't have a job! You do! You earn £500,000 a year! And you spend it all on boyband posters!' 'It's not my fault Boyzone give me the horn, okay? I blame their intoxicating tunes and faces that you just want to ejaculate onto' Doobah frowned. Boobah had begun to salivate. 'Can we just do this spontaneous thing so I can wank and go to bed?' said Doobah. 'I'm tired of watching you dribble' 'OK. Wait. No, OK.'
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