please welcome to the fold...Weedguru Toonces
Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 9:52 am
As Big Pun so eloquently roared 'you aint a killer'....when faced with the man under the spotlight here and now. Before he died of FAT, the Pun showed wisdom and respect in this statement...because before him stood a man of honour, fierceness, the antithesis of sobriety, and a warm heart. He was Right, for Tooncees, will never be a killer. Beat a man down to a bloody mess using his bell-end as a kosh, by all means, but end a life??? No chance....
Born and bred in the savage streets of Skegness, raised by wild boar, Toon's early years were spent coming to terms with the power he held between his thighs. Thankfully, he had his own Mr Miagi to teach him the benefits of wax on, wax off, and so his powers were focused, appreciated and directed into humanitarian areas...
Few people know this, but Saddam Hussein was NOT captured by Yankee soldiers. He was actually bludgeoned to submission, by Toon's evil member...This was also what happened to Mr T, who was literally, dicked out of the A-Team, replaced by Toon himself, (painted head to toe with black shoe polish of course), and forced to earn his daily bread through mocking his own former glory in Snickers commercials. And, whilst it will embarrass him no doubt for me to mention, but I must...international assassin Magnus Magnusson, was not, as common knowledge suggests, ended by Nazi firing squad...you guessed it...yes, it was Toon, serving up that foul pigfucker on a plate to the Gestapo. Amoral to the core. You need someone putting down, he is the man to call. And the beauty of his...work...is that he rarely remembers what happened 20 minutes ago, let alone yesterday.
Toon is indeed, a man not to be fucked with....partly due to his complete inability to remain sober and lucid. Just the kind of sociopath needed to kick all your arses into line.
This reminds me of that scene in Clockers, when Rodney is telling Strike...'you are my staff...'...and it gives me great pleasure and childish glee, to welcome this self confessed jesus freak, into the inner sanctum of the weedguru realm.
Please join me, in congratulating his promotion, from dick kosh champion of the world, to Weedguru Moderator...\
In short...I give you...Weedguru Tooncees.
Born and bred in the savage streets of Skegness, raised by wild boar, Toon's early years were spent coming to terms with the power he held between his thighs. Thankfully, he had his own Mr Miagi to teach him the benefits of wax on, wax off, and so his powers were focused, appreciated and directed into humanitarian areas...
Few people know this, but Saddam Hussein was NOT captured by Yankee soldiers. He was actually bludgeoned to submission, by Toon's evil member...This was also what happened to Mr T, who was literally, dicked out of the A-Team, replaced by Toon himself, (painted head to toe with black shoe polish of course), and forced to earn his daily bread through mocking his own former glory in Snickers commercials. And, whilst it will embarrass him no doubt for me to mention, but I must...international assassin Magnus Magnusson, was not, as common knowledge suggests, ended by Nazi firing squad...you guessed it...yes, it was Toon, serving up that foul pigfucker on a plate to the Gestapo. Amoral to the core. You need someone putting down, he is the man to call. And the beauty of his...work...is that he rarely remembers what happened 20 minutes ago, let alone yesterday.
Toon is indeed, a man not to be fucked with....partly due to his complete inability to remain sober and lucid. Just the kind of sociopath needed to kick all your arses into line.
This reminds me of that scene in Clockers, when Rodney is telling Strike...'you are my staff...'...and it gives me great pleasure and childish glee, to welcome this self confessed jesus freak, into the inner sanctum of the weedguru realm.
Please join me, in congratulating his promotion, from dick kosh champion of the world, to Weedguru Moderator...\
In short...I give you...Weedguru Tooncees.