It's been... well not that long in the making, tbh. But here they are, the BEUA's!
2013 has been a big year for BEA. Our Sexiest Nightmare came to it's wondrous peak, Unit R.F #01 was finally decommissioned. And a whole bunch of other stuff happened that I can't be bothered talking about.
Here are the results! #Jherekosucksdicks
And to all winners, it'd be simply splendid if you could write a little acceptance speech (and maybe even a victory dickpicselfie!) _________________
Romanelli wrote:
We're all fucked, lads.
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One more thing. I've been practicing art literally my ENTIRE LIFE. I would know art.
Really, I don't care about paintings with naked breasts. They never really meant anything to me. But,
Don't ever, EVER say I'm a bad artist when the truth is YOU DON'T KNOW A SINGLE THING ABOUT MY NORMAL LIFE. I was even allowed to skip dance class in school for more art class because I was so good!
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GeevyDallas wrote:
hey guys, i was just chilling there a minute ago when suddenlt i heard my door bell ring, i was like it's 01:35 who could taht be? so i walked to the door, turned on my outside light and got the shock of my life, it was wwe superstar rob van dam with a suitcase and a sega mega drive. i was like awwww hell naw, and he was like hey dude do you wanna play some pete sampras tennis and i was like yeah ok man, do you still talk to sabu? he then explained how him and sabu fell out over a difference of opinion with regards to the sopranos ending, things got really messy apparently and they had to sell their time share in thailand, they were due to get two peak time weeks this year too smh. anyways like a good host i offered him a drink, he wanted some fanta, i had none so i got him a club orange, he didn't like the bits so we just let taht ahng, it was mad awkward, i really like the bits in club orange anyways we are playing some pst and i won liek three games in a row and he got mad and went sulking, he started playing the theme tune to the champions league on his phone and i was like cool, i didn't get the goosebumps i usually get on big champions league nights, but do you blame me? then things started to get really weird, wilst he was out of the room i opened his suitcase, which was a big mistake, when i opened it none other than dme dash jumped out and started saying shit like i ain't going back there, it ain't a place i ever wanna see again, i was like dame chill i got you fam, sit down and i'll fix you some food, by this time rvd had exhausted his set of football ringtones( he also played match of the day and that knaan song from the sa world cup) and came up to the kitchen to explain what happened to dame, vince mcmahon had taken him hostage and was using him to finally bridge the gap between wwe and hip hop, a link that has never really flourished like it should have. i was taken back by this and asked what could i do, he said you don't need to do anything, just be our friends for the evening, taht's all we want one perfect evening of laughs, and drinks and some food which i was then preparing. after some jokes about chris benoits final moments, none were very funny or even original( mostly stuff liek he crippler cross faced his family to death(i in no way find the deaths of these people to be funnt, but the other guys loved them and i didnt wanan deny rvd his one perfect moment)) i finally asked why they came to me, they then explained it was because i had seen what others hadnt, it was all clear to me. i'mm gonan invite vinny jones and newcastle chairman mike ashley over for a fifa tourny now, rvd fancies himself as a bit of a plater, lol he isnt though. stay based.
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anyways we are playing some pst and i won liek three games in a row and he got mad and went sulking, he started playing the theme tune to the champions league on his phone and i was like cool, i didn't get the goosebumps i usually get on big champions league nights, but do you blame me? then things started to get really weird, wilst he was out of the room i opened his suitcase, which was a big mistake, when i opened it none other than dme dash jumped out and started saying shit like i ain't going back there, it ain't a place i ever wanna see again, i was like dame chill i got you fam, sit down and i'll fix you some food, by this time rvd had exhausted his set of football ringtones( he also played match of the day and that knaan song from the sa world cup) and came up to the kitchen to explain what happened to dame, vince mcmahon had taken him hostage and was using him to finally bridge the gap between wwe and hip hop, a link that has never really flourished like it should have. i was taken back by this and asked what could i do, he said you don't need to do anything, just be our friends for the evening, taht's all we want one perfect evening of laughs, and drinks and some food which i was then preparing. after some jokes about chris benoits final moments, none were very funny or even original( mostly stuff liek he crippler cross faced his family to death(i in no way find the deaths of these people to be funnt, but the other guys loved them and i didnt wanan deny rvd his one perfect moment)) i finally asked why they came to me, they then explained it was because i had seen what others hadnt, it was all clear to me. i'mm gonan invite vinny jones and newcastle chairman mike ashley over for a fifa tourny now, rvd fancies himself as a bit of a plater, lol he isnt though. stay based.
