I like the screaming face in flames from the “Fire Kills - Think About It” campaign.
ahhh, happy days. 
Garius, you just had to get Tir started on fire didn’t you? You know what she’s like.
(De Niro at Parole hearing)
“What do you want to do, Tir ?”
(Tir at parole hearing)
“I want to burn it, BURN IT ALL! THE WORLD WILL BURN!!”
"See you next year, Tir "
Why is it everyones super busy at work all of a sudden too? Ive just been given about 3 weeks worth of packaging and rebranding to do by next fucking wednesday. It interferes with my fucking about on the interweb. Bah!
Some crazy talk about new years and new starts and crap like that I think. Sod it. I want BEER damnit!!
Match Man rules - with his extra large head, he may actually be intended to be Match Boy, but who knows. Maybe he’s just a “Special” Adult.
Either way its one of the grimmest, scariest pieces of graphic work ever.
Nah - the benefits of working for who i do are the Pension, Job Flexibility, Holidays, Job Security, and the Creative Freedom, but unfortunately the downside is that everything i produce (no matter how minor) is automatically covered by the Official Secrets Act and cannot be released into the public sphere without the express permission of the Head of my Department. To do so would leave me at risk of loss of employment or even Criminal Prosecution (“but M’Lud! It was only an animation…”). :eek:
(thats a long-winded way of saying - “its more than my job’s worth” 
)
shame really. Essentially Match Man stumbles out of the burning building (whilst everyone else is legging for the meeting point), waves his flaming arm around in an effort to extinguish it, but fails. The fire spreads to his back and slowly, he drops to his knees, he places one arm on the floor in an effort to prop himself up before collapsing onto the floor. Now totally engulfed in flames, he attempts one last time to lift himself off the floor but fails, finally he collapses - never to rise again.
Damn you, Official Secrets Act!
Arrr! I get to finish early today, because I lied.
I am a Pirate after all.
Garius, that is pure genius 
I have a lot of work on too. The way it’s worked out, I currently have three jobs (plus occasional office temp work) and am on three courses! (though one is only three weeks long and it’s paid). Add that to looking after my daughter, redecorating my flat and keeping up with my friends, and it’s no wonder I’m exhausted.
My head hurts…
Ah, that means it was a good night, heh.
heh, I think so…
Well, according to digicam piccies we had a good night, I’ll try an get 'em uploaded in a couple of days.
We shall have the Wonderful World of Doper Knackers in Full Colour with you shortly!
RAR!
Coolness! I’ll be looking forward to seeing the pictures then.
That would be from when Angua kicked you in the head for that “smuggling peanuts” remark.
There is an aftermath thread started by qts called “January Londope”, but I can’t be bothered to link to it at the moment.
Ah, that’ll be it then. Could have been worse, I might have suggested she had been stealing walnuts!
Bitch! Funnily enough, my head doesn’t hurt.
I have a fetish for large breasted astronomers who shake their lovely asses at the merest hint of a dare.
Wait! What thread am I in?
Ok…
So, if anybody else want to solve the riddle, I’ll put it in spoilers:
[spoiler]
The framed groin: Bibliovore
Relaxed Knackers: Garius
Protected Pouch: Mad Matt
Ballswanna Hitch a Ride: Paulberserker
Beige Bollocks: Confessor Knight
They’re down here: QTS (Could also be Bonzer, but I am leaning towards QTS)
Proud to be Knackers: Again Paulberserker
Spread em for me: Scif-Fi Sam’s Brother
Knackers need nicotine: Bloke, whose name you forgot (picture 05)[/spoiler]
Now, where is my pint of Cider 
You’ve got one of those totally wrong.
And now the bad news. Instead of Reading, my company has decided to send me to Dundee for my course. Anyone for cake?
hee hee! Not quite OptiHut.