Thread: Food Fight!

I like Smeg and Colourful Era.

*benbaaa turns to fix Ice Maiden with a raptor-stare. He picks up a handful of squishy raspberries and aims them at her cute little button nose. One-Hundred-And-Eighteeeeeeeeeeey!*

Meanie!

*Ice Maiden wipes the rasberries from her nose and grabs a biggggg handful of fresh cream then throws it in the direction of Benbaaa*

*benbaaa, with lightning reflexes, twists and backflips, avoiding IM's ice-cream neatly, but he misjudges his landing and sits down heavily... on DrAndy's chest. "ooof"*

*A giggling Ice Maiden then approches Benbaaa whilst he is most vulnerable and places some fresh cream in his hair*

*benbaaa extends his 18 inch tongue and quickly licks off all the cream. He opens a Twix and stick one Twix finger up each of IM's nostrils. IM tilts her head back and snorts with all her might. The twin Twix Exocets rocket across the room and pin polpot to the wall through his eye sockets.*

Twix bars are heaven!

*benbaaa presents IM with a Mars Bar and winks suggestively.*

How kind of you!

*Ice Maiden tears off the wrapper and throws it in the face of Benbaaa then walks into the distance eating her new found choccie bar*

KW strolls into the room loaded with some mighty ripe tomatoes in each hand - pelts them straight at MM -

putrid tomato drips down his face and onto his RM Wiliiams boots.....

Memock takes off his Akubra, fills it with custard and gets KW all over his checked flannette shirt!

Lily then covers herself in trifle and wraps herself in cling film so that she can save some for later.

Originally Posted by benbaaa

*benbaaa, with lightning reflexes, twists and backflips, avoiding IM's ice-cream neatly, but he misjudges his landing and sits down heavily... on DrAndy's chest. "ooof"*

you know. I really can't picture that.

What BB moving with lightening speed or Dr A having a chest?

Originally Posted by Lily

Memock takes off his Akubra, fills it with custard and gets KW all over his checked flannette shirt!

KW returns havin needed an urgent laundry call to clean his fav flanney and then piffs (slang term for throw) an entire durian at Lily,

(cricket legend that he is - he misses and its splatters all over the ceiling dripping all over a large number of TD members - who up until this point in time were enjoying themselves)

as the room rapidly clears MrsQ stands outside randomly pelting each fleeing participant leaving the room with acorns from her winter supplies!

KW loses one of his ugh boots in the fray and finds that MM has filled it to the brim with raspberry jelly.

Originally Posted by Lily

What BB moving with lightening speed or Dr A having a chest?

Benbaaa moving any quicker than a sloth.

And Macha's demolishing a curry whilst drooling over CD Pat giving Smeg's back doors a good seeing to while Cantona's doing some proper DJing with decks and vinyl while Rigger waits for Pat to finish for sloppy seconds

^ I think you have missed the subject matter of the thread.

Ah, then Macha launches the curry at Mhz who complains that it isnt vindaloo

^ thats better.

KW then collects the jelly filled ugh boot and hurls it in the direction of the smuggly grinning Lily

**that'll wipe the smile off her face hehe**

that boot was a bit wiffy too!

*The door crashes open. The hubbub subsides immediately. The piano player stops playing, and the bartender nervously eyes the shotgun stowed under the bar. Marmite the Dog fill the door frame. He has a whole roast pig over one shoulder, and there are turkey drumsticks sticking out of his holsters. In his right hand, there's a 16oz Sirloin. Rare. He takes two steps inside, spurs jangling. Lily flicks a peanut and hits him in the eye. He collapses in a heap on the floor, crying like a girl. The hubbub resumes, the piano-player picks up where he left off and the bartender throws his eyes to the ceiling and mutters, "He does that every fucking time."*

very funny ^^^^

Originally Posted by benbaaa

*The door crashes open. The hubbub subsides immediately. The piano player stops playing, and the bartender nervously eyes the shotgun stowed under the bar. Marmite the Dog fill the door frame. He has a whole roast pig over one shoulder, and there are turkey drumsticks sticking out of his holsters. In his right hand, there's a 16oz Sirloin. Rare. He takes two steps inside, spurs jangling. Lily flicks a peanut and hits him in the eye. He collapses in a heap on the floor, crying like a girl. The hubbub resumes, the piano-player picks up where he left off and the bartender throws his eyes to the ceiling and mutters, "He does that every fucking time."*

So!? It hurts!