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| Two lads with a new toy - the newly-built-and-still-not-quite-cured weapon, getting ready to have its first lemon rammed down its discharge-hole. |
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| "Smoke my weapon" Sorry, I mean "The smoking weapon" |
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| Young Daniel has moved up from heads through locker doors. |
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| Problems with the crap air compressor over-heating. It came in a case with heat sinks, however I suspect the plastic ones don't work quite as good as the metal ones, so we removed the case. It still overheated, so some lucky individual got the job of icing it down. This involved simultaneously burning and freezing ones hands, and even occasionally catching them in moving parts. |
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| Who invited this guy? |
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| A pair of small-penised lads, ready for a night on the town. |
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| Dan and a lucky individual | A couple of well-bevvied lads pretending to know what they're doing |
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| Couldn't find any tin cans... |
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| The money shot. |