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Showing posts with label Band of Brothers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Band of Brothers. Show all posts

Friday, July 23, 2010

Scrappy sues Mystery Gang over breach of contract!

(Known for his violence scrappy has recently divorced his wife over recorded phone conversations)

For a long time Scrappy-Doo was part of our lives as a loveable extension to Scooby-Doos crew, the cousin of Scooby brought some much needed muscle to the mystery solving group. Relationships have turned sour as Fred recently stated that Scrappy will not be joining in on the new series, sighting him to be "the Jar Jar Binks of our show," and, "an over articulate  chihuahua who slept with my wife,"

Scrappy is suing the group but public opinion is not on his side, after many anti-semantic rants and condemning audio tape of spousal abuse Scrappy is an outcast in Hollywood. 
"He can't get another job, he never has, he only got buy supplying smack to Shaggy and the group has always resented him for that," Said the groups manager Irving Rothschild.
"They have no right to exclude me, I made that group and i want compensation, i don't think people will be interested in this new series without me," Said Scrappy in a brief press statement,

The hearing starts next year.


Monday, May 3, 2010

NEW AVATAR FACEBOOK APP!

Did you find James Cameron's Avatar both original and  engaging?
This might mean you had been living in an underwater cave until it's release and had never seen so many moving lights let alone a movie before.
But to celebrate the resounding success off poca-aliens-avatar we have designed a facebook ap to emulate the real experience of living on Pandora!

Here's some actual game play!







About as exiting as it is soul crushing inevitable that people would actually play it!
stay tuned for more!

Sunday, April 25, 2010

God dammit put down your cups of ignorance and drink up some logic!

DON'T YOU REALISE?
HAVE YOU NOT FIGURED IT OUT?! THEIR HAVING A GO AND ALL YOU CAN DO IS SIT THERE WITH FOAMY HAIR!!!

YEAH thats dam right!!! I know their secret!! You put this stuff in your hair everyday with the promise of decreasing dryness and manic depression. ITS ALL IN THE TITLE its SHAMPOO. Lets breakdown this word man.
SHAM
POO

Section 1 is the RIDICULOUS SHAM.
Bobby Soap hands and Jimmy Liquefy were sitting there talking about how sweet liquid soap is when they realised that there is a whole market of people out there who buy toothpaste with three colours in it because they actually think the colours represent something other than food dye!


IT is with the help of these people they decided that people would set aside a separate amount of money for what is essentially liquid soap with a different name. Except it goes in your hair.
It even goes to the extent where people would look at you crazy if you put hand soap in your hair. JUST BECAUSE YOUR PRECIOUS HAIR SOAP HAS FRUIT ON THE PACKAGING!

Section 2.
POO
The poo part of this is obvious because not only do they scam you with their ridiculous sham they rub it in your face with an exponentially increasing amount of arrogant ad campaigns that show golden orbs sinking into your hair. There are NO GOLDEN ORBS. Only soap, soap that washes your hair. THERE IS NO SCIENCE. Only soap, soap that has less a chance of bringing hair follicles back to life than it has at bringing Mr Jackson back to life.

And before I leave!
PAINKILLERS DO NOT TARGET SPECIFIC AREAS TO RELIEVE PAIN. THEY DRUG YOU.

THERMAL IMAGING THAT REPRESENTS FAT BEING BURNED IS NOT ACTUALLY SHOWING FAT BURNING, THEY ARE SHOWING WHICH AREAS ARE COLD AND WHICH AREAS ARE HOT, IF YOU HAVE EVER BEEN HOT BEFORE YOU WOULD KNOW THIS IS MEANINGLESS. UNLESS YOUR PENIS/VAGINA LOSES TEN POUNDS EVERYDAY WHILE THE REST OF YOU STAYS CHUNKARIFFIC!

THIS HAS BEEN AN ARTICLE BY CRAZY STEVE

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

A brand new detective novel!

Rebel Yell is proud to announce yet another thrilling publication!
The Streets are melancholy  is an exiting piece of detective fiction !



It was a hot day in New Yorksburg, oppressively hot, so hot that all of the nineteen fifties people considered briefly wearing something other than suits and gangster hats. But they kept on wearing them anyway, it’s really important that you grasp that it’s hot. The fan in Dirk Doyle’s private eye office was straining to keep up with the hot, hot heat; it was somehow in the way of the light so it had a similar lighting effect as on a Ridley Scott film. Dirk was chewing on a cigar, or a toothpick, it was probably too hot to smoke. There was a knock on the door, from the other side of the door than Dirk so dirk couldn’t see who it was. It was an attractive woman, he saw this when she walked in, which she did sexily.
‘Are you Doyle?’ she asked.
‘Who wants to know?’
‘Me.’
‘And who are you?’
‘I’m Winona Kidman, I want you to follow my husband.’
‘If he’s anywhere near as sexy as you it looks like we have a case,’

So Dirk went to the woman’s husbands house, luckily he was getting in his car, which was green but that old kind of green that used to be in kitchens. Dirk followed him, there were some tense moments involving hiding his face behind a news-paper and standing next to a pole in the way that he became invisible to the followee. Soon Dirk followed until they arrived at a large warehouse, the kind for storing large boxes in. Dirk pulled out a cigarette and stuffed it into his pipe, he then loaded his revolver. Suddenly there was a knock on his car window. It was a bad guy, they fought after Dirk somehow got out of the car, Dirk won and extracted valuable information from the bad guy after some typically macho banter. 

Wow! This is so good that we can only sell a limited amount of copies!! buy now! $19.99



Tuesday, April 13, 2010

That guy.

Everyone knows 'that guy', he's the one who always takes it too far in every situation.

See, you've now just realized that you know a 'that guy'. 

"Fucksake, I just wanted a light"

Whether it be to start throwing punches in a wrestle, abuse a stranger or break a controller, 'that' guy' always takes it too far, anything you or someone normal has done and been silently deemed ok, or even maybe laughed at, 'that guy' see's it as his opportunity to increase his 'cool' standings within the group, but inevitably he takes things too far by instead of celebrating their winning hand in poker by cheering, they'll flip the table, break a window and take of their shirt, which has quite the opposite effect to had what they'd wanted to achieve, thus making them more 'un-cool' than not, which they will again try to get out of by taking something else to far. It's a vicious circle.

The mind of 'that guy' is a strange thing he see's victory in everything to be a step which he must climb to be cool, failure is something he can turn into a victory if he jokingly get's angry at his opponents and everyone has a laugh at how great 'that guy' is.
Unfortunately in reality his victory at all costs approach involves beating women and children at things like arm wrestling, eating more of something than anyone and spewing everywhere and loud abuse and/or touching you annoyingly until you give up. His ability to take things too far shines when ever he loses because in failure no one really thinks headbutting your opponent, smashing the tv and throwing the card deck out the window is all that funny but 'that guy' will do it anyway.


So if you're 'that guy' please think before you punch your keyboard or burp in someones face, that's actually HINDERING your chances of being liked.
But who am I kidding, you won't listen to this, anybody who's that guy is in worse denial than holocaust deniers.

And anybody who knows a 'that guy' (I know you all do) i'm sorry, but there's nothing short of rat poison tea and dumping the body in the ocean that can be done.

Friday, April 9, 2010

A brand new horror/romance to distract teenage girls with!


Rebel Yell is proud to announce its first teen novel!

Beyond the Grey Cave is a shocking and modern masterpiece that highlights the difficulties of teen romance.
When Stacy Green falls in love with a strikingly hansom vampire bat she knows she will not be accepted by her friends and family. But the forbidden couple realise that true love can never cave in.

"Stacy ran ridiculously towards Frankie the bat, this startled him so he flew away. Stacy was sick of this hard to get routine, she just wanted Frankie, even though he was a bat, she did't care.
"I don't care." She stated to herself quietly but with speech marks anyway.
One thing was for sure, her sewing and cake baking would have to take a side line, in fact she had no time for anything that teenage girls like doing, she was too in love with Frankie. 

Beyond the Grey Cave $29.99

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Non Fiction Choose your own adventure!

Europe’s un- civil war
The choose your own adventure non-fiction book!
“Hitler’s growing self importance led him to over- rule his experienced Generals, this led to....”
If you think that this ultimately led to an unwinnable war against the people of Russia turn to page 40.
If you think that this led to the USA’s intervention leading to Red off Band of Brothers personally killing all of the Nazis turn to page 44.
If you think that this led to the unfortunate misconception of Nazi aggression, mostly agitated by Jewish conspirators you are David Irving. Go away.







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