The Fred Hijackers

[mandyb]

The LSD Butt farted survivor" Flatulence", hits the enter key...

Welcome "Flatulence", you are the 'reporter'

the wicked reporter....

see what I mean?

[suggs]

Hello Mands

[mandyb]

Hello Mands

Why, hello!

[DAZMCFC]

i hope you're all following the story. riveting stuff Chaos.

[chaosfactor]

Spit-roast specialist Flatulent observer, reporting from the Lion's den quoted us thus far...
"It is in the Status Quo that we learn the art of war".
"For every move made in the Gladiatorial Pit, there will always be a consequence".
- If you understand this, and our actions, then yes, you will know your enemy -

" If you can magnify the downtrodden, or understand the microscopic, then possibly you will be a man", -or failing that- "
if you can diet with the Hippo's or dance with the Lip-O's, then we will be rid of your spam".

One hardy Mustard survivor found 'one armed/breast stroking-it!', around Base ball bat bridge was dragged to the shore by Master Bushes Surf rescue core.
Quoting us in a biblical rant of pages (called 'bla' for short), he eventually summarized his tale of woe into one quick sentence just after years of torture.

"Is It Coz Eye IZ Yellow you iznt dancing?"

"Get-A-Fix", the fuckin french wizard nudged the rock band "The Fred Hijackers" awake with a small portion of Piper-dine shit acid, (which basically involved the slaughter of both the red and blacks colonies / mixed in with cucumbers, celery, apples and red wine in a two berthed Jacuzzi for a Wok).

This Cuisine provided by the French did not bring the harmony that the chef so desired to this redundant war,. BUT..
It did spell the end to ANTIKS (A War based in Africa with English Ants in Hyperspace).

NO MORE COLOUR WAR!! Cried the headlines!

No more "Fucking yellow Gobshite"
No ~More "You Ginger Cunt"
No More "You Black Bastard"
No more Anti-Pasti, the war was over,

or so it seemed



DISCO BISCUITS are not responsible for being a product, neither a multi, DISCO BISCUITS is over the age of 13 years and can afford to Glue Sniff, DISCO BISCUITS is a trademark invented in hyper-space whilst breaking the record for being drunk.
DISCO_FACTOR

[mandyb]

Maybe if you hold a mirror up to the page, it makes sense.
Anyone out there into cryptography?

[chaosfactor]

Maybe if you hold a mirror up to the page, it makes sense.
Anyone out there into cryptography?

Life in the Priory had subdued the Fabulous furry Thread Hijackers reactions, it had diverted them from the real battle, the one battle that was outside still a-raging..

The french fuckin wizard's acid potion of the remaining survivors in ant-ville bought the band back to their sense's

"Word-Up Mother-Fucker", shouted the bass playa
"Got your arse", shouted The Prowler

"Who let the dogs out?" asked the drummer
-Or more to the point-

If you go down in the woods tonight, your sure of a big surprise.

FIGHT_CLUB_SUMMER_MADNESS promotions
Aim's The Fabulous Fucking Thread Hijackers directly at The "Other Side"

http://conquerclub.freeforums.org/

Flatulence retreating but still stating "

"We have played on Planet Cockulon and survived"
"We have run rings around the Mods in Brighton as well"
"We are out on tour, We is babylon , We is gonna raise the roof!"

[suggs]

just too good

[chaosfactor]

One Night In Brighton makes a hard man Humble

((By Popular request I will try to make this more understandable))

It was a battle with the little demons that was won that night on the anti-rehab Atoll, one between the band, the cat and tens of thousands of now dead insects.


"Fuucking Hell",
"Are We nearly there Yet?"
"Why?"
"I Want a piss"
"OK f*ck-Face, I will stop on one condition"
"Whats That then?"
"What colour is your Piss?"

"Red you fu-cking mongrel"

Job Done!! The Undercover Surprise Hooker riding in the Thread Hijackers tour bus had lulled the band into a false sense of security by announcing her piss was actually the same colour as everyone else's.
It only took that much...

The Cat steering the Calamity Bus sniffed in scorn as glanced at the Clapperator's Puddle
Then announced "IF YOUR IN FUCKING CHARGE", get this traffic bollard out of my Feline Nose.
Not one to be dis-alarmed, as the piss red blood, yellow ant goo shit splattered around, SHE picked the Cat up by It/She/What?Where's Bollocks and spoke thus:-\

"I Fuc'k For a living Sweetie, I fuc'k for life, I fuc'k for my family and I fuc'k for with my wife.
I Fuc'k for pleasure and I fuc'k for pain, I will fuc'k for anything, if there is something premium to gain.
I will use a Melon, Yes you Fu-cking cat,, I Will Fuc'k anything,
where-ever the fuc'k it is at.
So If you have some problem coming out of your arse, a little Flatulence from some gas that is past,
I will put it back in yer, just you wait and see,
cos your fucking Thread Hijackers, are gonna be History.

[chaosfactor]

We Have Got Two Turn TABLES & A Soggy Hat
Where is it at .... .... .... .... .... ?
Flatulence Observer

A calm decreed in Kubla Khan, whilst messages were sent out to the clan,,

Bleep Bleep Bleep- Dot Dot Dot!

Bleep!

NORSE CODED MUSTARD FLAVORED CHAOS
... --- ...

"Hey Ginger?"
"Yes Biggles old Chap!"
"Who Won The War You Ginger Cunt?"

"Well Biggles, funny you should say that me olde bugger!", "You Know I am not too sure even to this day that is over. Bloody Anderson bomb shelters and all that."

"HA HA! You Funny Chap, Anderson Bomb Shelters were Shit! My fun loving Shakespearean, if you stick em up now that is!"
IF You are gonna get a Head-ache, well lets-go subliminal...
Stick em Up Punk!
Its a Banned load of Criminals.

[chaosfactor]

The Tour Bus Skidded to a halt within decibel range of Brighton.

Nature had finally played its card, and we all know there is no denying nature.

The cat reversed the front part of the bus out from the tree he had landed it in, backed it up into a near by slip road, and then announced to the band this...

"Thread Brothers",
"There is a Spy among us tonight".

"There is One Bastard Fucktard Swine of a Dog, That might just well ruin our Party".
"It has come to my attention with this indigestion of a nation of Mustard yellow flavored Pleasant ants, that here alone I have one solitary survivor just fresh from the base ball bat bridges shores resting on my paw..."

Deciphers from Ant Nip Candy Code as thus:-
((solitary yellow ant survivor gets rubbed down with towel, thrust on stage toward microphone under the scrutiny of a bunch of retarded rock and rollers wielding a magnifying glass))

"SPEAK YOU YELLOW TWAT!! " BOOOOMED The Threak Brothers Thrapp...
"Because We are pissing blood red crap after suffering from Clap"
"Yeh & The Bus drivers pretty bad"
"Plus record sales are financially sad".

"Are you going to Make The Fabulous Fu-cking Thread Hijackers a management offer?
You Microsopic piece of shit?±!!!?"

[chaosfactor]

(shuffles 8 ant feet), (clears throat), ONE 2, 1 TWO, Twesting?

"Your Manager is Dead...". Spoke the Magnified Mustard Flavoured Ant.

"There are no course's left for the man named Norse's',
(looks around for support but realizes they are all snorted)

-"Cat! Are we tripping out ? Or is this fucking Ant giving us large?",, Spoke Bush-

"I, as you new micro-scopoic leader would like to announce a management take- over, I, the Mustard 'Ant Chap, would like to declare myself as...

-An Antic formally known as an Artist-

"You shall no longer refer to me as 'Mustard', indeed from now on, I shall be referred to as a slogan. In binary it will be called 'Dancing Fingers', In life, It shalll now be seen as this



"I am a fucking Ant", spoke Dancing, "I have wrested control from Norse's to attempt the impossible".
"Call me garrison, call me legion, call me what-ever-you-Twill, I will be from now on be only known as....



"I am In charge of "The Rock n' Roll Banned"

[DAZMCFC]

just give us a day in the World of Chaos, it would be a much better place.

[chaosfactor]

Re-jacked that post, now it is FIXED!

The Yellow Dancing Fingers.a

[chaosfactor]

Re: The BK - RUNT-O-FACTOR
by chaosfactor on Fri Sep 12, 2008 6:01 am

"Dijon or helmans anyone?"

"Would you like some of my Lovely French Dijon Mustard?"

-The Cat was back-

Only it seemed the Cat was Now a Prodigy from the Touring Catering Company 'Eat to the Beat', and YES this Fire-starting Chef was offering out,,
(the Ant Formerly known as Mustard)........

"Come here you Little Kitty Fuc'k, Wanna have a Stage-pass Mr Fancy Pants new Tour manager huh?".

=Slowly the Cat peals the adhesive wrap from the back of his spare LIG'ers backstage-pass and lays the pass down sticky side up=

"There you go (the Ant formerly known as Dijon), landed feet down firmly upon his first ever A.A.A stage-pass!!... and then,,
He Cried!!! "Today Madonna! Tomorrow the world!
He Laughed!! "Foo Fighters will Back me, Then Dave Will tune my Drums!"
He Barked!! "The Thread Hijackers will bow to me,, "

The Band sniggered as they watched the Gobby little Mustard Ant shouting his Hallucinations out loud atop of his oblong stage-pass sized pesticide estate.

"Just you wait...."

-Until I can Get off of my sticky adhesive first ever AAA stage pass-

For I am Dance-less,

Dancing-less Tootsie's

The Thread Hijackers Guide To the Galaxy Agrees that at all times the insatiable, the un-rate able 'Polygynous', "Myrmica Rubra", Garden Ant."".
Should not fight a homey-gang with like of the formicidae', "Lasius Niger", or "Lasius Flavus", or more commonly known in South London as "Get off my land".""
-Only the poor little babe couldn't-

-Get off his Pass-

[chaosfactor]

An Archieve For the mighty awaits...

In full effect as well,
Why? Tonight was the night of the second show down between...
THE MODS, and THE ROCKERS.

After Loosing The Last Remains of the Pleasant Ants Twats, too an Olde aged back staged Idiot Trick, we caught up with the Ghost of Wicked, formely known as

"Ace Reportor, Flatuelance". formely known as Wicked.
"How are you?"

-Seems The International Forum Flaming contest that you are subjectively organising behind the scenes is playing off-

"The Mods are in Brighton, The Rockers are out of Rehab, Norse is wihout a course, the Lion is right out of the can, The Bass PLAYER is in Jeproday, The strummer a right old gay; The Bus is with-out Power, Becuase of CLAPPERS Rouge Shower"

And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As The Forum Began Too Change,

And we all heard the song, as the bus went "Pete Tong", as they
slid right over the river.