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Once upon a time, Gunpoints parents(Mr and Mrs Gpoint) were unable to conceive children and decided to use a
surrogate father(Iteun's great grand daddy) to start their family. On the day the proxy father
was to arrive, Mr. Gpoint kissed his wife goodbye and said, 'Well, I'm
off now. The man should be here soon. Cant stand to see this happen'

Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer (Saucekids great uncle)
happened to ring the Mrs Gpoint's doorbell, hoping to make a sale. 'Good morning,
Madam', he said, 'I've come to, '

'Oh, no need to explain,' Mrs. Gpoint cut in, embarrassed, 'I've been
expecting you.'

'Have you really?' said the photographer. 'Well, that's good. Did you
know babies are my specialty?'

'Well that's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have
a seat'.

After a moment she asked, blushing, 'Well, where do we start?'

'Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the
couch, and perhaps a couple on the bed. And sometimes the living room
floor is fun. You can really spread out there.'

'Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work out for us
!'

'Well, Madam, none of us can guarantee a good one every time. But if
we try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven
angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results.'

'My, that's a lot!', gasped Mrs. Gpoint.

'Ma'am, in my line of work a man has to take his time. I'd love to be
In and out in five minutes, but I'm sure you'd be disappointed with
that.'

'Don't I know it,' said Mrs. Gpoint quietly.
The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of
his baby pictures. 'This was done on the top of a bus,' he said.

'Oh, my God!' Mrs. Gpoint exclaimed, grasping at her throat.

'And these twins turned out exceptionally well - when you consider
their mother was so difficult to work with.'

'She was difficult?' asked M rs. Gpoint.

'Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to the park to get the
job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep to get
a good look'

'Four and five deep?' said Mrs. Gpoint, her eyes wide with amazement.

'Yes', the photographer replied. 'And for more than three hours, too.
The mother was constantly squealing and yelling - I could hardly
concentrate, and when darkness approached I had to rush my shots.
Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just had
to pack it all in.'

Mrs. Gpoint leaned forward. 'Do you mean they actually chewed on your,
uh, equipment?'

'It's true, Ma'am, yes, Well, if you're ready, I'll set-up my
tripod and we can get to work right away.'

'Tripod?'

'Oh yes, Ma'am. I need to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's much
too big to be held in the hand very long.'

Gunpoints mumsie fainted !

Iteuns great grand popsy met her in that position, and Gunpoint waz born. This is why his ears are where his eyes should be and he has 7 toes on each feet.

Those doubting should call for his pix!

Hiya Clemcy, got any spare skin for Gunpoint?

Well, I just got a call from gunpoints mother to have mercy. I released him a few minutes ago and he is jubilating.

[img]http://"C:\Documents and Settings\kunle\My Documents\gunpoint celebrates.jpeg"[/img]

* Stands up from the flogging of gunpoint, picks up a keg of kokolets acid and empties it on him. See the result for yourselves*

[img]http://"C:\Documents and Settings\kunle\My Documents\skeletonGunpoint.jpeg"[/img]

And he's still begging.

that is why i keep telln the house to alwayz look at your shoe!

cuzz it has undergone lots of shoesectomy and surgery

@ Clemcykul: For the first time you are really dissing someone. I have observed ur posts and always noticed you sit on the fence. Always. More of this!

@ Portiany and Iteun:
it's s'pposed to read NUT! mumus.

Now as for you Gunblasted,bullet ridden head, i know when Rwanda refused your Visa, I remember when the poor eight yr old girl had to slam your kokolet when you attempted to rape her , and i certainly felt immense pity when you were finally declared mentally unstable in Nairaland and public interest!
Wanna be friends now?

But y this kidnabber go diss me 4 him 1st post 4 this land??
Is der no respect again in Isreal??

YABBER/NABBER!!!
Your life 4 this land is ruind!!
I hound u til u drop boy
*xcept u repent of your sins & join my army*

So, nabber, what'l it b??

@gunshot-inna-d-head:
Am not mad and I'm no psychic patient. Dont you dare threaten me or you'l eat dust. This is the last time I'l peep in here except you take my bait! then nobody will teach you to stammer b4 you talk.

@Iteun:
I have nothin to say to you, except ofcourse to pick the three most important alphabets in your user name: T,U,N. read it backwards if you can read!

looks in cautiously, , observes the location of most of the tread contributors, , Now terribly shaken, and about to flee, zips down his fly, brings Kokolet out, directs the flow at gunpoint full acidic blast, , and flees Na wa oh

How is you all doing?

if you are reading this you must make a choice or i bet you ur !@#$~` will shrivel up overnyt. And for you chikitos that read- dont make any comment or else- expect petrol to run as your breast milk. Dont tempt Hyde,

1st calabash, u open, pick the piece of paper, it says: 'you have your pick of Rihanna, Beyounce or Lopez, have your high way with any, and then go straight to hell'

2nd calabash, u open, pick the red piece of paper, it reads: 'Live to be 30, enjoy life to the fullest without sex of course, die and go to hell'

3rd calabash, u open, pick the black paper, it reads: 'you get amputated: both legs, both arms, you are deaf, dumb and blind, but a fine boy, and you dont get to die'

NOW WHATS YOUR CHOICE BEFORE YOU SHRIVEL UP!!

welcomes himself into the forum, smiles wickedly, thinks, 'they dont know what they'r in for', wonders what his Jekyll counterpart is up to ok.