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From bash.org:

Donut[AFK]> HEY EURAKARTE
Donut[AFK]> INSULT
Eurakarte> RETORT
Donut[AFK]> COUNTER-RETORT
Eurakarte> QUESTIONING OF SEXUAL PREFERENCE
Donut[AFK]> SUGGESTION TO SHUT THE FUCK UP
Eurakarte> NOTATION THAT YOU CREATE A VACUUM
Donut[AFK]> RIPOSTE
Donut[AFK]> ADDON RIPOSTE
Eurakarte> COUNTER-RIPOSTE
Donut[AFK]> COUNTER-COUNTER RIPOSTE
Eurakarte> NONSENSICAL STATEMENT INVOLVING PLANKTON
Miles_Prower> RESPONSE TO RANDOM STATEMENT AND THREAT TO BAN OPPOSING SIDES
Eurakarte> WORDS OF PRAISE FOR FISHFOOD
Miles_Prower> ACKNOWLEDGEMENT AND ACCEPTENCE OF TERMS

turno> I want to fuck Michelle's brains out with my huge fucking cock, over and over again .. and then her sister can come and join us too.
Seeker> Err turno, your mom reads the quotes on bash.org?
turno> I'll fucking KILL YOU! !
Seeker> Your mom does work for the church ? If she reads what you just said she'd be pretty angry right?
turno> Dude you have no fucking clue, don't seriously... you'd be ruining my life.
Seeker> Don't worry, I won't post it.
[Privmsg] Seeker> Hey dude, I'm gonna paste something - will you post it on bash.org?
[Privmsg] opiate> the turno thing? haha you fucking bastard!!
[Privmsg] Seeker> hehe his mom's gonna fucking kill him, drag him to that church they go to and get the priest to sodomise him.
[Privmsg] opiate> yeah and then he's gonna come fucking kill us, still I reckon it's worth it;)
[Privmsg] turno> You're not gonna post it are you ? Please don't .. I'm begging you.
[Privmsg] Seeker> I'm not gonna post it:) and even if I did she'd never know that your nick turno was her son Michael Savu .
[Privmsg] turno> *phew* spose you have a point

JonJonB> Purely in the interests of science, I have replaced the word "wand" with "wang" in the first Harry Potter Book
JonJonB> Let's see the results...

JonJonB> "Why aren't you supposed to do magic?" asked Harry.
JonJonB> "Oh, well -- I was at Hogwarts meself but I -- er -- got expelled, ter tell yeh the truth. In me third year. They snapped me wang in half an' everything

JonJonB> A magic wang... this was what Harry had been really looking forward to.

JonJonB> "Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Harry Potter." It wasn't a question. "You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wang. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wang for charm work."
JonJonB> "Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wang. Eleven inches. "

JonJonB> Harry took the wang. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He raised the wang above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls

JonJonB> "Oh, move over," Hermione snarled. She grabbed Harry's wang, tapped the lock, and whispered, 'Alohomora!"

JonJonB> The troll couldn't feel Harry hanging there, but even a troll will notice if you stick a long bit of wood up its nose, and Harry's wang had still been in his hand when he'd jumped - it had gone straight up one of the troll's nostrils.

JonJonB> He bent down and pulled his wang out of the troll's nose. It was covered in what looked like lumpy gray glue.

JonJonB> He ran onto the field as you fell, waved his wang, and you sort of slowed down before you hit the ground. Then he whirled his wang at the dementors. Shot silver stuff at them.

JonJonB> Ok
JonJonB> I have found, definitive proof
JonJonB> that J.K Rowling is a dirty DIRTY woman, making a fool of us all
JonJonB> "Yes," Harry said, gripping his wang very tightly, and moving into the middle of the deserted classroom. He tried to keep his mind on flying, but something else kept intruding.... Any second now, he might hear his mother again... but he shouldn't think that, or he would hear her again, and he didn't want to... or did he?
melusine > O___O
JonJonB> Something silver-white, something enormous, erupted from the end of his wang

JonJonJonB> Then, with a sigh, he raised his wang and prodded the silvery substance with its tip.

JonJonJonB> 'Get - off - me!' Harry gasped. For a few seconds they struggled, Harry pulling at his uncles sausage-like fingers with his left hand, his right maintaining a firm grip on his raised wang.

teehee