right u YANKS!!!!!!!

*starts chain email -cocks for sucking, torontotrance @ www.tranceaddict.com/forums-*

*sends over the whole of the UK garage scene*

*ducktapes tta to a pole and gives him a personal garage performance...DO YOU REALLY LIKE IT!!!!!!!!!*

*sees how fast fast is when hes being chased by coup in his electrotank*

*armed with custard pies starts to chase fast down the street cobbing pies*

*senses uk have a fight on there hands*

*calls Elizabeth II and tells : dear majesty , your STUPID subjects are trying to fight against us , but they are unfortunately too weak , they need ur very precious help , and they LOVE You*

*convinces Elizabeth II to do something very nasty*

*Elizabeth II accepts , put her clothes off and run after Coup to do him a blow job*

*me PUKES on DuMondeTrAnCeR spad and O'Callaghan after seeing this horrible scene*

bwahahahahahahahaha

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"A style that's impossible to define. Prog? Hardly. Tech house? Not boring enough. It's like trippy twisted acid house but deep and funky. See, I told you - impossible."

Damn you guys can fight! But I wouldn't get too comfortable, you havn't even seen half of our army yet...we're just the first wave of many... MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

* notices nobody's trying to kill him and pegs off to the Bulldog enclosure with a pair of TTA's y-fronts which the dogs give a quick snif before charging off onto the battle ground in search of his skid-markediness *

* Opens a Fish and Chip shop on the M1 and waits for a load of Hells Angels to walk in then tells them that we don't serve savaloy's and we've only got white vinegar... then points them FASTDJMP3's way when they ask to the manager *

If you can read this you don't need glasses

*takes his glasses off (i read that stuff i don't need them anymore*

*apoligies to the HELLS and tell them the truth : the UKTA crew is here for deloyal concurrency , they want to sell drugs and prostitutes in your territory*

*all the HELLS bikers take their baseball bats to kick spad's ass*

GOD SAVE THE QUEEN

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"A style that's impossible to define. Prog? Hardly. Tech house? Not boring enough. It's like trippy twisted acid house but deep and funky. See, I told you - impossible."

RAH 'They couldn't fight their way out of a wet paper bag!'

**Sends his secret weapon straight out of Brixton the So Solid crew locks the Montreal crew in their club Aria and has the southsiders show them their warm hospitality of attitude and rudeness**

**washs the sick of himself and replaces the top with his war top**

**grabs FASTDJMP3 uses his head as a mop to mop his own sick off the floor**

**sets a crew of Leprechauns to grab FASTDJMP3 to come out for a pub crawl**

**takes FASTDJMP3 forces him to drink 10 pint of guiness, 5 pints of beer, and 2 bottles of the finest Irish whisky, then to round that off puts a pill in the last drink to add to the fuckedupness**

**Lobs FASTDJMP3 back into that Aria place locks it up its escape proof**

**sends a 100ft tall Ann Widacombe evil fucking ho monster to trash the streets of Montreal breath fire at the locals, eat them alive, and to banish and steal all of your drugs**

HA!

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*go over to a load more hells angel's, trashes all there bikes, breaks there stereo, and steals there women and points at fastdjmparsebandit*

*prank calls 209 pizzas to tta's house and while he argues with the pizza guy runs in and lays a trip wire and when he comes in, trips him up and puts him head first into the chimey and waits for a big fat bastard in red to come and park his arse on the f**ker!!!!*

MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!

Last edited by Coup on Dec-08-2001 at 11:57

wtf?

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quote:

Originally posted by torontotrance *takes away their pathetic tasting ale and beer (shit, lots of brits gonna be pissed cause you ALL drink and very heavy i might add).

*becomes enraged at this stupid and VERY VERY WRONG comment.. loads up one of those tennis ball firing machines with pool balls and turns the speed up to full!!*

*waves his deadly new weapon around like a madman, decapitating torontotrance and smashing both of fastdjmp3's kneecaps*

WWWAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!



*breaks a huge rock over mastercongo's head for being in the wrong place at the wrong time*

*just woke up and finds this bullshit*

*after drinking all this crappy irish/british alcohol , me pukes once again on spad O'Callaghan goldenarmz coup and his mom*

*collects all the mitsubishi pills and pisses on them , poor goldenarmz no more for u*

*goes to TTA's house , eats the 219 pizzas he paid with O'CALLAGHAN'S STOLLEN CREDIT CARD , leaves 1 pizza to punch it on coup's face later*

*tries to defend himself against the army of leprechauns , and spanks them all in their tiny little arses*

*calls Boyzone and Take That on the phone to warn them about some insane ukta crew dudes who still love them*

*goes downstairs , collects a lot of snow , makes big snow balls and throws them on spad : IN YO FACE*

*approaches coup very silently and slaps him on the face with the rotten pizza : EAT THIS MATHAR FACKAR*

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"A style that's impossible to define. Prog? Hardly. Tech house? Not boring enough. It's like trippy twisted acid house but deep and funky. See, I told you - impossible."

* reminds FASTDJMP3 that it's Radiskull who hates snow, and gets Devil Doll to melt FASTDJMP3's snowballs with his fire breath *

* disguises himself as Delia Smith and cooks up a batch of ROFFL's but modifys the recipie to include 6 tablespoons of WD40 *

* bury's WD40 antidote in snow *

*climbs the MONT-ROYAL and screams : OI OI OI all the TAs from MONTREAL we need your help*

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"A style that's impossible to define. Prog? Hardly. Tech house? Not boring enough. It's like trippy twisted acid house but deep and funky. See, I told you - impossible."