Foooman

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you crazy :ugeek:

Coifs, Gold Jewelry, Summoning Scrolls, Low level potions, Untrung Bows, Willow Logs, Flat packed furniture, Useless bolts, Javelins, darts, and arrows with or without poison. The list goes on. Basically things that sit in your bank that never ever ever sell in the GE.

oooo nice.. share pl0x? Go buy 3m prayer xp for front page!

farmlol. This makes all 60+, but that's hardly an accomplishment.

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Thanks

Forum Name: Foooman Runescape Name: Foooman Picture: http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/2329/gtip2008pp7.png

78 fishing :

3rd 99 \ also with 132 combat :o

hehe yeah I'm trying to level fishing which I haven't done in like 2 months :shock: I'll be sure to say hi too if I ever feel like fishering again : you should get 70 agility and hax sara with me. We could get sum gud munies thanks, and i need more drops! more i tell you! =P~

I'll bump your blog with one of my book marked stories. Written by nomar04 of Tip.It Forums. [hide=Story]Don't Shave That Hair!!! My friend recently made a mistake in his life, and I offer his story to you, that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with him having trouble dumping. These are in his words. I tried to clean it up some. No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique. It seems my butt-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my cheeks. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butthair dwelling. Eventually I would have to do two things: either reach down with some paper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since I had no way of seeing what I was doing) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal matter before the toilet paper reached its Can't-Be-Flushed threshold. I was contemplating this problem, when I had what seemed at the time to be a bright idea. "Hey! This is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So why don't I just eliminate all the hair, and then my grogans will flow out like beer from a keg!" I said to myself. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements. "How many Indians could there be?" said by General Custer. "Looks like a good day for a drive!" by JFK. "There! America On-Line now has complete Usenet access!" by some idiot system tech. Such was my anal shaving idea. I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a towel to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding my butt of hair. Occassionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair and miscellaneous slime, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin mounds and the between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn baby. Finally, I wiped the razor one last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of hair. My cheeks were smooth as ivory. I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over. Little did I know. I now have a great respect for anal-hair. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. For one, it provides friction. I learned this the next day, when I walked out into the sun heading for class. After climbing two flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two cheeks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but had to get to class. Eventually, I thought, it would dry. Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic turd- molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up after class, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky brown/sweat combination. As I made my way back to my dorm, it started to itch. It felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack. Fighting to keep from jamming my hand down there and scratching away, I rushed back to the dorm. Unfortunately again, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally reached my room, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a pair of horny cane-toads. I quickly dropped my pants, and attempted to dry my crack off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks. As I pulled the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and filled the room. Every dog within a 4 block radius started to howl. I had it worst of all, as the ripe aroma of festering poop/sweat went into the fan and blew back into my face. I fought to keep from heaving. And as I sat there, fighting vomit, my cheeks spread and dripping, with the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own turds blowing right into my face, I had only one thought: "It will be like this until the hair grows back. Weeks." Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for this hair - ventilation. I attempted to launch a fart, only to have it get stuck between my cheeks. Apparently, with no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum sealed together, and the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down between my cheeks like a lost gerbil. As if that wasn't enough, I am now enduring further torture. As anyone who has ever shaved anything knows, when hair is first growing in, it comes in as stubble. Imagine your butt having the texture of a brillo pad. Well, that is what I am dealing with now. It is torture, and there are many times when I just look out the window and contemplate why I shouldn't just jump out and get it all over with in one fleshy splat, rather than endure this constant agony. Friends, DON'T SHAVE YOUR BUTT-HAIR![/hide]

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pac is so nub <3

+10 99 slayer (its that hawt) -10 99 farming (its that bad) +9 96 summoning (Baroooo Barooo) 9/10

Was a nice smooth trip too! everyone knew what they were doing : it's hard to find 4 people, so we just went with 5 yup i hax teh dee kays

hawt sig \

Tribrid with Kota21, Stephanaa, Collosus92, and Wheels 4587. 4 axes and a mud staff.

wtf page 2? such clearly awesome crafting hax do not belong there.

Use broad bolts unless you are monster hunting of some sort, then use Diamond (e) bolts. Rune C'bow is simply the best and most versatile ranged weapon, far superior to the msb.

It made me die a little bit when Ron Paul chose to focus on his reelection in the house. He was by far my favorite candidate. Now, I'll just be voting for Obama to prevent McCain from getting into office. I agree with most of Obamas policies, it's just Ron Paul seemed more like a citizen and not a politician.

I planned on ranging tasks after maxed melees. That pony is ftw kept me up at daggs and goraks without food in void range. lawl

yup i haxored bandos only for you unlucky pio man and thats just my cash not my bank : oh i r gud ranger too