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Sprouts! It must be nearly Christmas! Luckily, this little sprout isn’t a stinking brussel sprout. No, this little sprout is a coconut sprout. And an apple sprout. And a bean sprout. And a bunch of other sprouts. In fact, it’s having a bit of an identity crisis. Help it back home to the other side of the river to reveal it’s true sprout destiny.
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That Badger Mushroom, what a lazy fella he is. Instead of posting a link here to a site that he'd found and sharing it with the loyal readers of Funjunkie (yes, that's you) he sent out an email to a select group of friends* instead. How rude!
His subject line was Star Wars Lines Improved By Replacing A Word With "Pants", which I've cleverly used for the title of this post too, since recycling's "in" you know.
Oh right, the link to Star Wars Lines Improved By Replacing A Word With "Pants", here you go.
*and me
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What do a deep fried battered prawn, a pair of lips, a yellow flower, an egg and a pear all have in common? OK, apart from what Dr.Poppyjuice had for breakfast, covered in HP sauce.
No. No, try again. Look, you're clearly not going to guess, so I'll give you a clue. They're all base units for this robot evolution game. OK, that wasn't so much of a hint, more of a complete explanation, but this is pretty much the perfect kind of game for Funjunkie. A game where you evolve robots based on deep fried battered prawns? That's got to be a winner! Watch out for those shopping bags!
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What's that? A Game? On a Friday? Here at Funjunkie? That must make it a Funjunkie Friday Game! Huzzah! If Buggle Stars doesn't get you bouncing around, then I don't know what will. Apart from maybe slotting you into the furry front pocket of a Kangaroo on a pogo stick, but that's a bit more tricky. Especially if you're sitting at a computer, trying to play games.
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Welcome in to the Warehouse. No, no the cheap and chic fashion outlet (which just so happen to have 20% off all their xmas party frocks, fact fans!). No, Warehouse the comic (well, web-comic to be precise). It has nothing to do with cheap and chic xmas party frocks, but it has got some vaguely amusing Grammar Nazis.
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Love flying helicopters, but hate dying when you crash into stuff? Then why don’t you try one of these new improved helicopters! You can bump into walls and ceilings, and even whack one ton weights around! 100% guaranteed not burst into flames at the first hint of an impact, or your money back!
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Ever felt like you’ve lost your head? No, not metaphorically speaking! We don’t use flowery figures of speech here at FJ Towers! I mean literally. Have you ever literally lost you head? As in, come back from the pub and fished the housekeys out of your pocket, only to fumble around trying to find the lock because your eyes are in your head, which you left next to the fruity by the bar? No? Oh. Well if you want to experience what it might be like to literally lose your head, then play Numbskull.
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Is it a sunshine?
Is it a shoe shine?
No, it's starshine!
Don't worry, it's something to do with tennis balls and chain reactions, not Mr Muscle and elbow-grease. Although, now I've thought of it, that's not a bad idea for a game after all...
...actually, yes it is, it's a terrible idea.
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Close Encounters of a Musical Kind
Igor Stravinsky was very happy with his closing music for the ballet "The Firebird" but when it was pointed out by his friends in the pub that John Williams had used almost the same thematic structure in the music for the closing scene of "Close Encounters of the Third Kind" he decided to use a radical new musical form which lead to such masterpieces as "Petrouschka" and "The Rte of Spring"
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A blind bloke walks into a shop with a guide dog. He picks the Dog up and starts swinging it around his head. Alarmed, a shop assistant calls out: 'Can I help, sir?' 'No thanks,' says the blind bloke. 'Just looking.'
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