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buy a QUE tshirt :D
many thanks to the Great Architect for the picture
Join my forum!
www.mictoboy.co.uk
Recent front page messages:
edit: i am considering turning this into a tshirt, should i bother?
edit2: 1024x768 desktop
edit: www.cafepress.com/micto
(Fri 15th Feb 2008, 20:46, More)
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» Anonymous
i shall probably regret telling you this
when I was doing my A levels, the internet didn't exist, so I had to go to the library to research stuff and, you know, read actual books.
On one occasion, the book I needed had to be ordered in, and when it arrived I found inside, presumably having been used as a bookmark, the previous borrower's request card.
That had her name and home address written on it.
So every so often, when I was bored, I would write her a letter.
I have no idea if she ever received them, or if she did, what her reaction was.
(They weren't weird or sexual or threatening or anything - usually just a retelling of something interesting I had found out about, so hopefully she wouldn't have been upset by them)
After a while I realised just how pointless and stupid it was, so I stopped.
(Fri 15th Jan 2010, 21:56, More)
i shall probably regret telling you this
when I was doing my A levels, the internet didn't exist, so I had to go to the library to research stuff and, you know, read actual books.
On one occasion, the book I needed had to be ordered in, and when it arrived I found inside, presumably having been used as a bookmark, the previous borrower's request card.
That had her name and home address written on it.
So every so often, when I was bored, I would write her a letter.
I have no idea if she ever received them, or if she did, what her reaction was.
(They weren't weird or sexual or threatening or anything - usually just a retelling of something interesting I had found out about, so hopefully she wouldn't have been upset by them)
After a while I realised just how pointless and stupid it was, so I stopped.
(Fri 15th Jan 2010, 21:56, More)
» Look! It's me in the Local Paper
South Wales Echo
me and my brother, aged 7 and 8 holding a stillborn siamese piglet corpse, smiling.
I had to hold the cold umbilical cord and hide it behind the piggy corpse.
*shivers in horror*
(Sat 12th Feb 2005, 13:54, More)
South Wales Echo
me and my brother, aged 7 and 8 holding a stillborn siamese piglet corpse, smiling.
I had to hold the cold umbilical cord and hide it behind the piggy corpse.
*shivers in horror*
(Sat 12th Feb 2005, 13:54, More)
» Terrible food
on my honeymoon in the states
i bought a bag of crisps, but being in the USA, it was absolutely massive, so i ate half that day, and put them aside for later.
The next evening me and the wife were sitting in our suite, so I got us some drinks and i grabbed the crisps to finish them off.
after a while of staring slack jawed at the telly, grazing on the crisps and getting slightly sloshed, i noticed my arm was very itchy, so i looked down as i scratched to see lots of ants crawling all over my arm and hand.
fearing the worst, i peeked into the bag to find hundred of the buggers swarming around what was left of my crisps - i reckon i must have eaten quite a few before i noticed :(
(Thu 17th May 2007, 13:32, More)
on my honeymoon in the states
i bought a bag of crisps, but being in the USA, it was absolutely massive, so i ate half that day, and put them aside for later.
The next evening me and the wife were sitting in our suite, so I got us some drinks and i grabbed the crisps to finish them off.
after a while of staring slack jawed at the telly, grazing on the crisps and getting slightly sloshed, i noticed my arm was very itchy, so i looked down as i scratched to see lots of ants crawling all over my arm and hand.
fearing the worst, i peeked into the bag to find hundred of the buggers swarming around what was left of my crisps - i reckon i must have eaten quite a few before i noticed :(
(Thu 17th May 2007, 13:32, More)
» Pet Stories
i grew up on a farm
and once, in the farm buildings a feral cat made a nest and gave birth to a litter of kittens.
My mum and dad used to climb into the rafters to check on them every now and then, with the view to getting them to be tame.
until the day our dog ran up to the back door of the house, and vomited dead kittens at my mum's feet. She'd got into the nest and eaten the lot.
(Fri 8th Jun 2007, 15:21, More)
i grew up on a farm
and once, in the farm buildings a feral cat made a nest and gave birth to a litter of kittens.
My mum and dad used to climb into the rafters to check on them every now and then, with the view to getting them to be tame.
until the day our dog ran up to the back door of the house, and vomited dead kittens at my mum's feet. She'd got into the nest and eaten the lot.
(Fri 8th Jun 2007, 15:21, More)