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Post by Grand Moff Muffin on Jul 15, 2010 17:02:05 GMT
I'll start the list.
Try it when you're pissed.
Target: 2006 - Have some Pick'n'Mix
Star Dub - You go too far, bub
Last Stand of the Wreckers - Who ate my Double Deckers?
Hub Rhyming Week - Blessed are the meek
Weirdwolf and Monzo - Three cheers for Gonzo
When a longer list we've got
We can try them in a plot...
Martin
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Post by Shockprowl on Jul 15, 2010 18:33:43 GMT
Thought of some slang as yet I have not,
But for this genious exaltment you've got!
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Post by Grand Moff Muffin on Jul 16, 2010 17:57:48 GMT
Here are some more for you to digest.
I feel I must get them off my chest.
Carwash of Doom - Fetch me a broom
All Fall Down - Deploy Gordon Brown
Guardian's Wrath - Fetch me a cloth
A Rage in Hell - I feel a tad unwell
The Golden Disk - Consume at your own risk
Megatron All Hail - Fetch me a pail
Fire in the Sky - Deploy Stephen Fry
Planet of Junk - Phwoar, what a hunk
Robot-Buster - Fetch me a duster
Energon cube - Unwelcome hair in communal bathroom
Martin
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Post by Nigel on Jul 16, 2010 18:20:47 GMT
Optimus Prime - Serious crime
Wreckers - Peckers
Marvel UK - Openly gay
Soundwave's cassettes - fishing nets
Strike planes - bowling lanes
Beast Wars - filthy whores
Spike Witwicky - Little Nicky
Omega Supreme - Peaches and cream
332 - Stinky poo
Sparkplug - Group hug
Bumblebee - Mister T
Victory - Cup of tea
Targetmaster - Natural disaster
Mini-Cons - Packet of scones
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Post by Shockprowl on Jul 16, 2010 19:17:23 GMT
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!
'Deploy Gordon Brown'!
'Peaches and Cream'!
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Post by Grand Moff Muffin on Jul 16, 2010 20:03:42 GMT
One shall stand - You snapped my rubber band
One shall fall - An octopus named Paul
Fort Max gets the ax - Play that funky sax
Light our darkest hour - What a pretty flower
It never ends - The octopus comprehends
Wreck'n'rule - The octopus is cool
Circuit-Breaker - Shhh, don't wake her
Matrix Quest - The octopus knows best
Decepticon Graffiti - Deploy Warren Beatty
Cold Comfort and Joy - Congrats, it's a boy
What happened to Whirl? - Congrats, it's a girl
Transform and roll out - We're all up the spout
Decepticons, retreat - Two veg and meat
Goldbug and Blaster - The octopus is master
Dinobot Hunt... nope, can't think of anything that rhymes with that.
Martin
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Post by Benn on Jul 16, 2010 21:59:38 GMT
Dinobot Hunt - My knife is blunt
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Post by Grand Moff Muffin on Jul 17, 2010 7:15:11 GMT
Optimus Prime (aka 'Lord of the Rhyme') is the butter-or-margest, phew-what-a-pongest and who-ate-the-piesest of all Autobots. Feels his barge-pole is the anti-vivisection of all mixed-dorms of fife, including the bamboo fife. Men-in-tights war-and-peacingly to hippo-on-heat the Decepticons. Splits into three autonomous modules: 1) Optimus Prime... the down-the-drain knock-and-enter known as the Goosey Goosey Gander; 2) Albert Stroller, the Autobot scout car... a trouser-fly who flip-floperates up to 1200 obstruction-in-the aisles away; and 3) Autobot Four-poster-bedporters... the Gregory Peck flop-flipped with a things-can-only-get-worsatile don't-panic/eat-your-fillery geronimobot. Injury to one module is felt by the other two.
Martin
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Post by Nigel on Jul 17, 2010 10:54:02 GMT
I just wrote a story here, By accident did disappear.  Autobots - pepper pots Optimus Primal - clearly libel Maximal - Cuprinol Predacon - King Kong Clearly libel is the Cuprinol leader, battling the King Kongs in the filthy whores. |
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Post by Grand Moff Muffin on Jul 18, 2010 7:05:52 GMT
Before the rhyme began, there was the punctured-inner-tube. We know not where it I-want-my-mums from, only that it holds the self-raising flour to create toe-curleds and Portland Bill them with fife. That is how our trouser-brace was well-worn. For a rhyme, we lived in Old-Macdonald-had-a-farmony. But like all great self-raising flour, some wanted it for Christmas pud, others for hunt-the-weevil. And so began the frightful bore. A frightful bore that ravaged our open-fruit-flanet until it was spare-roomed by shortage-of-breath, and the punctured-inner-tube was lost to the bizarre teachers of egg-and-spoon-race. We pitter-pattered across the galaxy, skipping-roping to I-don't-mind it and clumsily-spilled our right-to-roam. Silver-birching every great-grandpa, every toe-curled. And just when all skipping-rope ice-creamed don't-give-a-tossed, butterfly-pressage of a kangaroo egg-whiskovery Irn-Bru us to an unknown open-fruit-flanet called... Earth.
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