Ask Kubric's Cube EVERYTHING...he loves the attention

[enronh]

willkommen. 

Thanks Dunc.

[enronh]

Might be a touch of a firestorm,
but should be fun.

Whhhyyyy?

Well, if dunc changed your permissions
already, you can come see for yourself.

*now reading*   

[Calandale]

 

[Eclair]

Might be a touch of a firestorm,
but should be fun.

Whhhyyyy?

Well, if dunc changed your permissions
already, you can come see for yourself.

*now reading*   

That should keep you busy for a while.

[enronh]

Might be a touch of a firestorm,
but should be fun.

Whhhyyyy?

Well, if dunc changed your permissions
already, you can come see for yourself.

*now reading*   

That should keep you busy for a while.

I'd prefer if YOU would.

[Eclair]

Might be a touch of a firestorm,
but should be fun.

Whhhyyyy?

Well, if dunc changed your permissions
already, you can come see for yourself.

*now reading*   

That should keep you busy for a while.

I'd prefer if YOU would.

Nice comeback.

Very funny. 

Haven't you found the new threads riveting though?

[enronh]

I'd prefer to find your rivets!   (I was a little disappointed with the extra WC forum. I expected some dancing scantily-clad chorus girls, a few drunk movie stars and a groto. Kinda cross between the Playboy mansion and a secret order meeting. Oh well.)

[SovaNu]

why is your name Pupkin?

[enronh]

  

[Eclair]

Is that the longest response in an Ask Away thread ever?

[enronh]

Y

[enronh]

^shortest?

[Eclair]

.

[SovaNu]

It all started one bitterly cold night in 1994. A local drug gang were having a face off at a pumpkin farm in a rural town, over a heroin deal gone wrong. The unlucky courier was being questioned. The load had been seized by the 5-0. He had managed to avoiud capture. He pleaded with his 'employers' to give him a reprieve but he knew his demise was imminent. The courier happened to be a buddy of mine, Smithy. He was agood guy but just made some stupid choices now and again. We had come 2nd in the inter-schools tobogganing challenge two years previously and he had once saved me from a vicious dog by distracting it by turning on the television and mesmerising it with a John Belushi film.
I followed them here to this farm. I peered in the dusty window. I had to stop myself walking away because for a moment I thought I was watching a cliched B-rated gangster flick complete with bipolar gun wielding megalomaniacs. But this was one theatre I couldn't leave in disgust. I had pressing business. I managed to climb a drainpipe. Well I really used a ladder but I always wanted to climb a drainpipe in a story! OK anyway I got in a top floor window and watched the unfolding scenario. I knew these guys were ruthless and I didn't wanna waste any time. I needed my friend. I crept between the shadows along the balcony, arousing suspicion when one of the floor boards creaked loudly. I ducked down low. The goons glanced around a bit and muttered. They returned to stabbing Smithy's bloodied face with the barrel of an AK47. One of the gangsters knelt down to face Smithy and tell him how they were going to kill him, Smithy spat blood in his face. This infuriated him. I knew I have to act very quickly after that. There was a large net of Pumpkins positioned over the three gangsters on a winch. I noticed the the release button on the wall. I pressed it. The net was released dozens of heavy Pumpkins. One of the goons who had a speech impediment shouted 'PUPKIN, PUPKIN!!!' just before he was hit with the Halloween favourites. Two of the gangsters lay unconscious. The third reached for a handgun on a nearby table. I jumped from the ledge, knocking him to the ground on top of him and beating him into submission.  So you see that's how I got the name PUPKIN! 

 

 

[Eclair]

Why do you change your avatar every 2 days or so on average?