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Welcome to the Woofy home of woofyness. Woof's House of Spank, originally, is the name of our house's 'casino' with which we play our monthly game of poker. I can't now remember why this seemed a sensible idea but I do still love it. Were you to join use, then you could see the House of Spank logo on my poker chips, partly a gift from some great friends. If you came here expecting something splendidly sado-masachistic, or similar (e.g. figging) then please accept my appologies. So, who are the Widget Association of Night Koders (league) of filthy freedom? Glad you asked, here goes: |
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Man of Spank, the Lord of WibBorn in the future, Woof travelled back through time to pull together a crack team of ex-students to fill the world with happiness and filthy windows. Able to defecate 3 dvds in a single sitting, this pimp will take the world by sloth and prove that living in a dressing gown for over 3 years is good for your health. An zealot of the "it's just a flesh wound" philosophy for life, he has experimented more on his body than the usual mad driven, and on the brink of a new discovery yet who's funding has been withdrawn, scientist. Using this experience He hopes to teach in all primary schools the benefits of eating meat whilst snorkelling in vanilla ice cream. |
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Code MonkeyMost recent winner of the Olympic gold for banana eating (yet no MBE for him), this pie loving team player can outdraw anyone in a quick coding competition. He has befuddled seven people to date with his fabulous Perl scripting, one chap, who insulted the mate of Freddy the Chimp (owner/King of Monkey World), is so bamboozled that he now keeps trying to make friends with salad. |
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Creative and Visual's GuruA vigilante, the Antman preys on the evil to steal their dreams, emotions and feet. Using a power passed onto him through 17 generations of alchemical genius's, he mixes in a little spit, coffee grounds, and the Kernal's secret recipe to make a special banana to feed the world's starving. This is, alas, an unfinished piece of work, as it turns consumers purple, and makes them giggle every 27 minutes until they manage to bark like a dog on one foot. A relusive hermit until the age of 19, Antman was feared to be an idiot savante - his pictures were so astounding - until Antman came bursting out of the dark wielding his hammer of salted peanuts and slipped in a puddle of beer. |
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