Riddle
The lift is disabled every evening and he has to climb up the shaft. His hands get too tired on the 10th floor.
OR, on the 11th floor, in the lift shaft, lives a terrible man-eating octopus, which happens to be a nocturnal predator.
OR, he made a silly promise (Nuh-uh, i can totally so walk those 18 floors up the stairs every day for a year) and now has to keep true to it.
he's an idiot ?
he's an idiot ?
ROFL
The lift is disabled every evening and he has to climb up the shaft. His hands get too tired on the 10th floor.
OR, on the 11th floor, in the lift shaft, lives a terrible man-eating octopus, which happens to be a nocturnal predator.
OR, he made a silly promise (Nuh-uh, i can totally so walk those 18 floors up the stairs every day for a year) and now has to keep true to it.
He has to climb on the guy who survived the desert 's shaft as he lost a poker tournament Lock, Stock style and whored himself out for a year and owes big time. Unfortunately the doctor tells him his ass is going to implode if he keeps up this weird lifestyle and if he doesnt excercise.
So sick of all this abuse... Mr Smith buys a gun. What's that you say... "You ain't got the bollocks son??? OUTLAW STYLE???" YOU SHOULD FACKING TRY TO BE AN ASS-SLAVE FOR A YEAR. HIS MIND IS MADE UP, HE GONNA FUCKING SHOOT HIS CREDITORS IN THE FACKING HEAD. Too bad the bags of money and high-quality hash he stole from gang A and wants to sell to gang B was initially stole from a bunch of high school dropout's den which happens to be controlled by this geez who is gang B. But Mr smith and his friends don't know that yet... neither does he know that the gun he bought is an antique and costs £250.000 (value halfed due to only 1 gun being mentioned in MY story). So once he walks up the 7 floors to his flat, he sees one hell of a shootout... cos
This dude from gang A was living next door to him and his "so called leader" put his head thru the wall. We have shit walls in england in flats. and they saw the recording shit Mr. Smith used to spy out the details of their original hiest which Mr. Smith used to bounce on them and jack them while they jacking the plebs from the weed farm.
So they going to stomp this motherfucker out in his own place, ambush him. Little do they know there's a snitch motherfucker who told who Mr. Smith was to gang B. so they going to stomp this motherfucker out, just go in gung-ho style. Little do they know they will get ambushed by gang A
Nice timing, retards.
yea well, Vinnie Jones comes in when they all deaad to get the gung and takes the bags full of money. Don't Fuck with Vinnie Jones. He's like Samuel L. or mowLi
Long story dead, 2 scousers shoot Hatchet harry anyway so Mr. Smith doesn't OWE money to anyone... credits roll, he realises how much the gun is worth and is an antique... so *HE* actually sells it... and build a penguin farm in essex. It's just off the a-12 and your kids can come and for just 15 quid touch the cute penguins for as long as they want!!!
plus he's a midget and can only reach the bottom two buttons (1 and 11) on the lift?
He don;t care tho... HE HAS A PENGUIN FARM
PENGUINS DON'T TORMENT HIM FOR HIS HEIGHT!!!!!!!!!!
THEY DONT LAUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE PENGUINS SEE HIM AS WHO HE IS AS A PERSON!!!!!!
WHY WON'T YOU PEOPLE ACCEPT HIM FOR WHO HE IS IN THE SOCIETY???!!!!!!!!!
so what he's 3ft6/ 105 cm???
learn to loooove not to hate
plus he's a midget and can only reach the bottom two buttons (1 and 11) on the lift?
n1 O_o
the answer is: he is a dwarf
i said midget... do i win anything?
plus i even narrated Lock, Stock and 2 Smoking barrels for it :'(
I WANT MORE RIDDLES FROM UNCLE RENO BTW!!!!!!!!!!
1. He was choked by them.
2. He slipped/tripped on them and broke his neck.
3. The scissors are an evil telepath which convinced his brain that he's dead.
4. The scissors are laced with a poison that works through skin contact.
some sort of psychological ploy to make the person have a heart attack?
did the scissors cut anything btw?
the answer is: he is a dwarf
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