flat mateshis name was chris. or 'the beast' as he became known. brum accent thicker than jade goody. it started with an innocious testicle hanging out, swiftly moving on through gag inducing stenches, and a selection of imported curries, from hong kong, of all places. he waddled. the zenith came on the night the flat had to mount a covert extraction to the union, which involved climbing a fench and hiding in a bush, after he invited himself out with us.
the saddest thing is, all he did was play championship manager, which is all i do, now that i'm unemployed... i expect there to be a post about me here soon
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Tue 18 Nov 2003, 21:33,
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the saddest thing is, all he did was play championship manager, which is all i do, now that i'm unemployed... i expect there to be a post about me here soon
speedymarks os a cranberryhasnt had a job fpr ages
just sits there playing championship manager all fucking day
(just sits there playing championship manager all fucking day
Azra3l Lubrication Persuasion and Brute Force ™,
Tue 18 Nov 2003, 22:55,
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