BF2S Forums monologue suggestions

Or this

WIN.

Last edited by unnamednewbie13 (2010-05-05 15:29:34)

something from fear and loathing in las vegas

eleven bravo wrote:

If you hit a man, in time his wounds will heal. If you steal from a man, you can replace what you've stolen. But always cross in the green, never in between. Because the honorable Elijah Muhammed Ali floats like a butterfly and stings like a bee. And always remember my brother, one fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish, knick knack, paddy whack, give a dog a bone, two thousand, zero, zero, party, oops! Out of time, my bacon smellin' fine

That man was retard-strong. Thick skull, big muscles. Only time I could understand what he was talking about was when he punched my face.

Do this one

mtb0minime wrote:

Or this
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-O382Xi7U4

boom headshot! /thread

Last edited by jsnipy (2010-05-05 16:01:32)

haffeysucks wrote:

jsnipy wrote:

mtb0minime wrote:

Or this
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-O382Xi7U4

boom headshot! /thread

i like the minimal effort.  you didn't even notice that it was in spanish.

lol i did, i thought it was funny, but not a challenger


first thing i thought of, just not long (wont embed )...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wo-wkv8gW6k

Last edited by jsnipy (2010-05-05 16:04:47)

Uzique wrote:

step one: wear stockings and ruff.
step two: have mirror as prop, or a skull (better if a skull)
step three: be profound, serious, and walk with an air of grace
step four: recite this.

To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.

step five: bow
step six: walk away in silent, serious attitude
step seven: get loads of pussy forever and ever
step eight: stop getting beat up by the jocks

profitz $$$

meh, someone probably picked it already and 'tis much too serious

The speech from V just reeks of internet nerd-wank. Unless you're some coolcat I doubt you'll pull it off.

but seriously...

Last edited by :blacKOut: (2010-05-05 17:29:56)

Way out west there was this fella... fella I wanna tell ya about. Fella by the name of Jeff Lebowski. At least that was the handle his loving parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself. Mr. Lebowski, he called himself "The Dude". Now, "Dude" - that's a name no one would self-apply where I come from. But then there was a lot about the Dude that didn't make a whole lot of sense. And a lot about where he lived, likewise. But then again, maybe that's why I found the place so darned interestin'. They call Los Angeles the "City Of Angels." I didn't find it to be that, exactly. But I'll allow there are some nice folks there. 'Course I can't say I've seen London, and I ain't never been to France. And I ain't never seen no queen in her damned undies, so the feller says. But I'll tell you what - after seeing Los Angeles, and this here story I'm about to unfold, well, I guess I seen somethin' every bit as stupefyin' as you'd see in any of them other places. And in English, too. So I can die with a smile on my face, without feelin' like the good Lord gypped me. Now this here story I'm about to unfold took place back in the early '90s - just about the time of our conflict with Sad'm and the I-raqis. I only mention it because sometimes there's a man... I won't say a hero, 'cause, what's a hero? But sometimes, there's a man. And I'm talkin' about the Dude here. Sometimes, there's a man, well, he's the man for his time and place. He fits right in there. And that's the Dude, in Los Angeles. And even if he's a lazy man - and the Dude was most certainly that. Quite possibly the laziest in Los Angeles County, which would place him high in the runnin' for laziest worldwide. But sometimes there's a man, sometimes, there's a man. Aw. I lost my train of thought here. But... aw, hell. I've done introduced him enough.

(just 'cus I was thinkin' about white russians)

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