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How do you get a dead baby out of a blender?
Dump it out. You should then ask yourself why a dead baby was in your blender in the first place. |
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Posted On: 08/20/2008 11:21PM | View 1338h4x's Profile | # | ||||||
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Just putting in a break point, so I know where we’ve read to. Log in to see images! Good night. We’ll read more tomorrow evening, and hopefully give out some more BPs. CoreyJess edited this message on 08/20/2008 11:23PM |
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Posted On: 08/20/2008 11:21PM | View CoreyJess's Profile | # | ||||||
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A man is lost in the desert and he stumbles across an old brbum lamp, but it doesn’t have any water in it and he dies a day later. |
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Posted On: 08/20/2008 11:21PM | View 1338h4x's Profile | # | ||||||
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A family walks into a talent agency to show off their new act and… |
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Posted On: 08/20/2008 11:27PM | View 1338h4x's Profile | # | ||||||
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Knock, knock
Who’s there?
You ever hear the joke about the broken pencil?
You ever hear the joke about the broken pencil who?
Nevermind, it’s pointless. |
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Posted On: 08/20/2008 11:30PM | View Enshoku's Profile | # | ||||||
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Once there were three bats. They lived in a cave surrounded by three castles. One night the bats made a bet to see who could drink the most blood.
The first bat comes home one night and has blood dripping off his fangs. The other two bats are amazed and asked how much blood he had drunk.
The first bat said, “See that castle over there? I drank the blood of three people.” The second bat goes out on his night and comes back with blood around his mouth. The other two bats are astonished and ask how many people’s blood had he drunk. The bat said, “See that castle over there. I drank the blood of five people.”
The third bat goes out on his night and comes back covered in blood. This was totally amazing to the other two bats. They ask how much blood he drank. The 3rd bat said, “See that castle over there?” and the other bats nod. “Well,” says the third bat, “I didn’t.” |
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Posted On: 08/20/2008 11:34PM | View Enshoku's Profile | # | ||||||
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A newlywed farmer and his wife were visited by her mother, who immediately demanded an inspection of the place. While they were walking through the barn, the farmer’s mule suddenly reared up and kicked the mother-in-law in the head, killing her instantly.
At the funeral service a few days later, the farmer stood near the casket and greeted folks as they walked by. The pastor noticed that whenever a woman would whisper something to the farmer, he would nod his head “Yes” and say something. Whenever a man walked by and whispered to the farmer, he would shake his head, “No” and mumble a reply. Curious, the pastor later asked the farmer what that was all about.
The farmer replied, ’’The women would say, ‘What a terrible tragedy’ and I would nod my head and say, ‘Yes, it was.’ The men would ask, ‘You wanna sell that mule?’ and I would shake my head and say, ‘Can’t. It’s all booked up for a year.’” |
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Posted On: 08/20/2008 11:36PM | View Enshoku's Profile | # | ||||||
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A lady goes to her parish priest one day and tells him, “Father, I have a problem. I have two female parrots but they only know how to say one thing.” “What do they say?” the priest inquired. “They say, ‘Hi, we’re prostitutes. Do you want to have some fun?” “That’s obscene!” the priest exclaimed, “I can see why you are embarrbumed.” He thought a minute and then said, “You know, I may have a solution to this problem. I have two male parrots whom I have taught to pray and read the Bible.
Bring your two parrots over to my house and we will put them in the cage with Francis and Job. My parrots can teach your parrots to praise and worship. I’m sure your parrots will stop saying that…that phrase in no time.” “Thank you,” the woman responded, “this may very well be the solution.”
The next day, she brought her female parrots to the priest’s house. As he ushered her in, she saw this two male parrots were inside their cage, hold their rosary beads and praying. Impressed, she walked over and placed her parrots in with them. After just a couple of seconds, the female parrots exclaimed out in unison, “Hi, we’re prostitutes. Do you want to have some fun?”
There was a stunned silence. Finally, one male parrot looked over at the other male parrot and said, “Put the beads away, Francis, our prayers have been answered!” |
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Posted On: 08/20/2008 11:59PM | View Enshoku's Profile | # | ||||||
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One night Bill Clinton was awakened by George Washington’s ghost in the White House. “George, what is the best thing I could do to help the country?” Clinton asked. “Set an honest and honorable example, just as I did,” advised George. The next night the ghost of Thomas Jefferson moved through the dark bedroom. “Tom, what is the best thing I could do to help the country?” Clinton asked. “Cut taxes and reduce the size of government,” advised Tom. Clinton didn’t sleep well the next night, and saw yet another figure moving in the shadows. It was Abraham Lincoln’s ghost. “Abe, what is the best thing I could do to help the country?” Clinton asked. Abe replied, “Go to the theater.” |
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Posted On: 08/21/2008 12:09AM | View Enshoku's Profile | # | ||||||
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Teacher: Johnny, give me a sentence starting with “I”. Little Johnny: I is… Teacher: No, Little Johnny. Always say “I am.” Little Johnny: All right. “I am the ninth letter of the alphabet.” |
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Posted On: 08/21/2008 12:10AM | View Enshoku's Profile | # | ||||||
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1338h4x Posted: What’s the difference between Michael Jackson and caviar? None – they both come on little white crackers |
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Posted On: 08/21/2008 1:56AM | View 200KillerWasps's Profile | # | ||||||
What do you call five white basketball players in the bench?
National Basketball bumociation. |
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Posted On: 08/21/2008 3:05AM | View Travalgar's Profile | # | ||||||
A guy decides he wants to learn how to hunt. Needing a good hunting dog, he visits a farmer who has been advertising hounds in the newspaper. The farmer shows him several dogs, but the guy doesn’t like them. Then he spots one hound that the farmer hasn’t shown him. The guys asks, “What about that one?” “Oh, no,” the farmer replies. “That one’s my special dog.” “What’s so special about him?” “Let me show you.”
The farmer leads the guy and the dog to a field, lifts up one of the dog’s ears, and orders, “Go find the birds!” The dog charges to a nearby bush, points and barks once. “That means there’s one bird in that bush,” says the farmer. “No way!” exclaims the guy. The farmer takes a stick and pokes the bush, and a huge pheasant flies out.
To further convince the guy, the farmer again lifts the dog’s ear and repeats, “Go find the birds!” This time the dog streaks off to another bush, points, and barks twice. “That means there’s two birds in there,” says the farmer, taking his stick and poking at the bush. Two huge pheasants pop out and fly away.
“I’ve gotta have that dog!” says the man. “Well, okay,” replies the farmer. “But it’s gonna cost you a bundle.” The guy forks over the bucks and takes the dog.
A month later, the farmer has to go to the city, and decides to visit the guy who bough his prize hound. When he asked the guy about the dog, the man replies, “A couple of buddies and I went hunting, and when we got to a field the damnedest thing happened. I went up to the dog, lifted one of his ears, and said ‘Go find the birds.’ The dog took off like a bat outta hell and ran into the field, barking and running around like crazy. Then he jumped on my leg and started humping it like I was a **** in heat. After that, he grabbed a stick and started shaking it violently at me! I thought he’d gone nuts for sure, or maybe had rabies or something. So I shot the ****er.”
“You blithering idiot!” yelled the farmer. “He was just telling you that there’s more ****in’ birds out there than you could shake a stick at!” |
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Posted On: 08/21/2008 3:08AM | View Travalgar's Profile | # | ||||||
This bloke walks into the poshest restaurant in town and says, “Where’s the god damn, mother ****ing Manager you male reproductive organ sucking arse wipe.” The waiter is naturally taken aback and replies, “Excuse me, sir, but could you please refrain from using that sort of language in here, I will get the manager as soon as I can.”
The manager comes over and the bloke asks, “Are you the chicken ****ing manager of this bastard joint?”. “Yes, sir, I am,” replies the manager, “and I would prefer it if you could refrain from speaking such profanities in this, a private restaurant”.
“**** off!” replies the bloke. “And where’s the ****ing piano?”
“Pardon?” says the manager.
“****ing deaf as well are we? You little piece of sniveling ****, show us your ****ing piano.”
“Ahhhh,” replies the manager. “You’ve come about the pianist’s job,” and shows the bloke to the piano. “Can you play any blues?”
“Of course I ****ing can,” and the bloke proceeds to play the most inspiring and beautiful sounding fine upstanding member of society tonk blues that the manager has ever heard.
“Why, that’s superb, what’s it called?”
“I want to **** your missus on the sofa but the springs keep hurting my knob,” replies the pianist.
The manager is a bit disturbed and asks if the bloke knows any jazz. The bloke proceeds to play the most melancholy jazz solo the manager has ever heard.
“Magnificent!” cries the manager. “What’s it called?”
“I wanted a wank over the washin’ machine but my bollocks got caught in the soap drawer”.
The manager is a tad embarrbumed and asks if he knows any romantic ballads, the bloke then plays the most heartbreaking melody.
“And what’s this called?” asks the manager.
“As I **** you under the stars with the moonlight shining off your hairy ring-piece,” replies the bloke.
The manager is highly upset by the bloke’s language but offers him the job on condition that he doesn’t introduce any of his songs or talk to any of the customers.
This arrangement works well for a couple of months until one night, sitting opposite him, is the most gorgeous blonde he has ever laid his eyes on. She’s wearing an almost see through dress, her mammary glands are almost falling out the top and the skimpy little ‘G’ string she’s wearing is riding up the crack of her arse. She is sitting there with her legs slightly open, sucking suggestively on asparagus shoots and the bumer is dripping down her chin! It’s too much for the bloke and he runs off to the bogs to ‘wrestle with his bald headed champ’. He’s pulling away furiously when he hears the manager’s voice…
“Where’s that bloody pianist?”
He just has time to shoot his bolt and in a fluster he runs back to the piano, not having bothered to adjust himself properly, sits down and starts playing some more tunes. The blonde steps up and walks over to the piano, leans over and whispers in his ear:
“Do you know your knob and balls are hanging out your trousers and dripping spunk on your shoes?”.
“Know it,” the pianist replies, “I ****ing wrote it!” |
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Posted On: 08/21/2008 3:13AM | View Travalgar's Profile | # | ||||||
Irish Joke.
Two Irish menwalk into a pet shop. Right away they go over to the bird section. Gerry says to Paddy, “Dat’s dem!” The clerk comes over and asks if he can help them. “Yeah, we’ll take four of dem dere birds in dat cage dere,” says Gerry, “Put dem in a peeper bag.”
The clerk does and the two guys pay for the birds and leave the shop. They get into Gerry’s van and drive until they are high up in the hills and stop at the top of a cliff with a 500-foot drop. “Dis looks loike a grand place, eh?” says Gerry.
“Oh, yeh, dis looks good,” replies Paddy. They flip a coin and Gerry wins the toss.
“I guess I git to go first, eh Paddy?” says Gerry. He then takes two birds out of the bag, places them on his shoulders and jumps off the cliff. Paddy watches as his mate drops off the edge and goes straight down for a few seconds followed by a ‘SPLAT’. As Paddy looks over the edge of the cliff he shakes his head and says, “dis budgie jumpin’ is too dangerous for me!”
A minute later, Seamus arrives. He too has been to the pet shop. He walks up, carrying the familiar peeper bag. He pulls a parrot out of the bag, and then Paddy notices that, in his other hand, Seamus is carrying a gun.
“Hi, Paddy. Watch this,” Seamus says and launches himself over the edge of the cliff. Paddy watches as half way down, Seamus takes the gun and blows the parrot’s head off. Seamus continues to plummet until there is a SPLAT!, as he joins Gerry’s remains at the bottom.
Paddy shakes his head and says, “An’ oim never troyin’ dat parrotshooting nider!”
A few minutes after Seamus splats himself, Sean strolls up. He too has been to the pet shop and he walks up carrying the familiar ‘peeper bag’. Instead of a parrot he pulls a chicken out of the bag, and launches himself off the cliff with the usual result. Once more Paddy shakes his head. “First der was Gerry with his budgie jumping, den Seamus parrot shooting and now you, hen gliding!” |
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Posted On: 08/21/2008 3:20AM | View Travalgar's Profile | # | ||||||
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During one of her daily clbumes, a teacher trying to teach good manners, asked her students the following question:
‘Michael, if you were on a date having dinner wit h a nice young lady, how would you tell her that you have to go to the bathroom?’
Michael said: ‘Just a minute I have to go pee.’
The teacher responded by saying: ‘That would be rude and impolite. What about you Sherman, how would you say it?’
Sherman said: ‘I am sorry, but I really need to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.’
‘That’s better, but it’s still not very nice to say the word bathroom at the dinner table.
And you, little Johnny, can you use your brain for once and show us your good manners?’
Johnny said ‘I would say: Darling, may I please be excused for a moment? I have to shake hands with a very dear friend of mine, whom I hope to introduce you to after dinner.’ |
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Posted On: 08/21/2008 4:34AM | View Jubbles's Profile | # | ||||||
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Andy wanted to buy a birthday present for his new girlfriend. As they hadn’t been seeing each other for very long, he decided after careful consideration, that a pair of gloves would strike the right note, not too romantic and not too personal.
He went with his girlfriend’s sister to Harrods and bought a dainty pair of white fur lined gloves, The sister bought a pair of Knickers for herself at the same time.
During the wrapping the shop bumistant mixed up the two items, the sister got the gloves and Andy got the knickers. Without checking Andy sealed the package and sent it to his new girlfriend with the following letter:-
Dear Sasha,
I chose these because i’ve noticed that you are not wearing any when we go out in the evenings. If it had not been for your sister I would have chosen the long ones with bumons, but she wears shorter ones which are easier to remove.
These are a very delicate shade, but the lady I bought them from showed me the pair she had been wearing for the past three weeks and they were hardly soiled at all. I had her try yours on for me and she looked really smart in them even though they were a little bit tight on her.
She also said that the pair rubs her ring which helps keep it clean and shiny, In fact she hasn’t needed to wash it since she began wearing them. I wish I was there to put them on for you the first time, as no doubt many other hands will touch them before I have a chance to see you again.
When you take them off remember to blow into them a little bit because they will be naturally a little damp from wearing, Just think how many times my lips will kiss them during the coming year.
I hope you will wear them for me on Friday night.
All my love
Andy.
P.S. The latest style is to wear them folded down with a little bit of fur showing |
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Posted On: 08/21/2008 4:53AM | View Jubbles's Profile | # | ||||||
How many dead babies does it take to paint a wall red?
Depends on how hard you throw them
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Posted On: 08/21/2008 6:22AM | View iRAWR's Profile | # | ||||||
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Today’s headline: New study of obesity looks for larger test group |
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Posted On: 08/21/2008 6:46AM | View 1338h4x's Profile | # | ||||||
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I rear-ended a car this morning. So there we are alongside the road and slowly the driver gets out of the car . . . and you know how you just get sooo stressed and life seems to get funny? Well, I could NOT believe it . . he was a DWARF! He storms over to my car, looks up at me and says, “I AM NOT HAPPY!” So, I look down at him and say, “Well, which one are you then?”... and THAT’S when the fight started . . |
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Posted On: 08/21/2008 6:53AM | View 1338h4x's Profile | # | ||||||