Quote: Tim Walker @ October 3 2008, 4:29 PM BSTOut-of-interest, was it a deliberate decision to make your new avatar/photo more sultry/scary-looking?
Ummm I don't know. 
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Are sultry and scary one and the same thing??
Sultry is like sexy, saucy, tempting. That kind of thing.
Scary is ... Well, yeah, they're the same in Ellie's case.
Quote: zooo @ October 3 2008, 4:36 PM BSTAre sultry and scary one and the same thing??
Speaking as an insecure male... yes.
Quote: zooo @ October 3 2008, 4:36 PM BSTAre sultry and scary one and the same thing??
No idea.
Quote: zooo @ October 3 2008, 4:36 PM BSTAre sultry and scary one and the same thing??
Oh, I thought he meant a sultry new avatar made from a scary-looking photo.
I've probably spent way too much time here: https://www.comedy.co.uk/forums/thread/9417 .
Quote: Aaron @ October 3 2008, 4:38 PM BSTSultry is like sexy, saucy, tempting. That kind of thing.
Scary is ... Well, yeah, they're the same in Ellie's case.
People are scared of me because I am so sexy!
They fear that their cocks may explode, what with all of the bloody being pumped through them at high pressure.
Yes, that's exactly it/
Quote: sootyj @ October 3 2008, 3:44 PM BSTThat said how did you view me? Splenetic chain smoker? Bent double over his keyboard like a deranged question mark?
More as a predatory spreader of sarcasm, who takes long strides when he walks, carries a briefcase, but doesn't dress all that well. 
Scary enough?
How goes things up at 'Almost Heaven'? Is the militia still waiting to fight-off the advances of the New World Order and their evil UN troops?
I didn't do any really nasty shit, when I was a kid, for 2 reasons: firstly, my Dad worked away from home a lot, meaning my mum would've had to deal with any irate victims, looking for revenge, all on her own, and I didn't want that. Secondly, the house I grew up in would often get stones thrown at it, by passing kids, simply because of it's location. We lived at the end of a dead end, and kids would often look over the wall, at the end of the Avenue, and throw stones, then run off. This made me quite sympathetic, at a young age, and stopped me acting like a twat.
Then again, there was one time I dragged a lad from my class, through a load of dog shit, by his ankle. He was new to the school, and I was jealous of him, because his house was twice the size of mine. Actually, about a year after it happened, he told me that his Dad had bought him a punch bag, after it happened, for the sole purpose of training him up, so he could get revenge on me. He even told him to stick a photo of me onto it! He didn't have to get me back, though, as we became really good friends after it.
And ever year since we relive that moment in an anniversary of happiness and poo.