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Me: 25 year old bloke from the continental plains of the Netherlands.
After lurking for some time on the messageboard, I sold my soul to B3ta. It was a bargain. Also, I am a proud name bearing member of:
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» It's not me, it's the drugs talking
Getting high with my mates in a quiet playground,
the lot of us decided to get back to the pub and have another refreshing pint. Unfortunately, after my first two steps, the lawn started swaying like a flight simulator gone bad. As I ask my mate to the right of me for some support, the horizon suddenly flips about fifty degrees to the left and knocks me off my feet.
The next moment I open my eyes. My mates are sqatting around me, and I'm sitting on the pavement's edge with my head in my hands.
Nonetheless, I felt quite ok. Therefore, after a little check-up, we proceeded to the pub and had a wonderful evening. (I recall having laughed myself senseless at every word containing the subsequent letters 'arse'. Also, I managed to put both my ankles behind my head the same time.)
Years later, I recognized another bloke that was with us on that particular evening. At a school reuninon, he comes up to me and proudly utters: "Now I remember, you're the guy that passed out for about fifteen minutes!"
To my surprise, this story wasn't falsified by my mates. They even recall having considered the necessity of calling an ambulance. I was baffled.
When I asked them why they never told me, they simply replied: "We thought you knew." I guess Dutch weed really lives up to it's rep. Just avoid Amsterdam: they feed you the expensive, tourist quality crap there. It should be in your lonely planet somewhere.
Except for the one time that I couldn't recall crashing into a container with my bike (which I refused to believe until my completely fucked-up front wheel proved me wrong), this was the one and only black hole in my memory due to alcohol or drug abuse. Honestly.
(Mon 19th Dec 2005, 0:34, More)
Getting high with my mates in a quiet playground,
the lot of us decided to get back to the pub and have another refreshing pint. Unfortunately, after my first two steps, the lawn started swaying like a flight simulator gone bad. As I ask my mate to the right of me for some support, the horizon suddenly flips about fifty degrees to the left and knocks me off my feet.
The next moment I open my eyes. My mates are sqatting around me, and I'm sitting on the pavement's edge with my head in my hands.
Nonetheless, I felt quite ok. Therefore, after a little check-up, we proceeded to the pub and had a wonderful evening. (I recall having laughed myself senseless at every word containing the subsequent letters 'arse'. Also, I managed to put both my ankles behind my head the same time.)
Years later, I recognized another bloke that was with us on that particular evening. At a school reuninon, he comes up to me and proudly utters: "Now I remember, you're the guy that passed out for about fifteen minutes!"
To my surprise, this story wasn't falsified by my mates. They even recall having considered the necessity of calling an ambulance. I was baffled.
When I asked them why they never told me, they simply replied: "We thought you knew." I guess Dutch weed really lives up to it's rep. Just avoid Amsterdam: they feed you the expensive, tourist quality crap there. It should be in your lonely planet somewhere.
Except for the one time that I couldn't recall crashing into a container with my bike (which I refused to believe until my completely fucked-up front wheel proved me wrong), this was the one and only black hole in my memory due to alcohol or drug abuse. Honestly.
(Mon 19th Dec 2005, 0:34, More)
» Useless Information
Well...
Charlie Chaplin once ended third place in a Charlie Chaplin imitation contest.
Bill Gates' home was designed on a Macintosh.
And last but not least: the plastic tubes at the end of your shoelaces are called 'aglets'. Indeed, aglets.
/edit: Fuck. I should read stuff before posting. Turns out I just repeated after the very first answer. Oh, well...
(Fri 18th Mar 2005, 7:26, More)
Well...
Charlie Chaplin once ended third place in a Charlie Chaplin imitation contest.
Bill Gates' home was designed on a Macintosh.
And last but not least: the plastic tubes at the end of your shoelaces are called 'aglets'. Indeed, aglets.
/edit: Fuck. I should read stuff before posting. Turns out I just repeated after the very first answer. Oh, well...
(Fri 18th Mar 2005, 7:26, More)
» Look! It's me in the Local Paper
I was third closest
in guessing how many marbles there were in a jar at some fair. I believe I won a sponsored rucksack of some sort. Seriously, how could THAT be the only thing in my life that was ever regarded interesting enough to print in a newspaper?
(Sat 12th Feb 2005, 2:18, More)
I was third closest
in guessing how many marbles there were in a jar at some fair. I believe I won a sponsored rucksack of some sort. Seriously, how could THAT be the only thing in my life that was ever regarded interesting enough to print in a newspaper?
(Sat 12th Feb 2005, 2:18, More)
» I'm an expert
Making great omelettes
from whatever shit there is left in the fridge.
And eggs, of course.
(Thu 23rd Jun 2005, 23:47, More)
Making great omelettes
from whatever shit there is left in the fridge.
And eggs, of course.
(Thu 23rd Jun 2005, 23:47, More)
» You're a moviestar baby
I was a contestant
in the Dutch national spelling contest, together with several hundreds of other students. It was broadcast on national television. Luckily, I didn't make it to the final round, because that would mean I'd have to spell out words in a microphone in front of the entire nation. In one of the first rounds, however, my left sleeve was visible for several seconds when Ivo Niehe (Dutch TV personality and host of the show) stood behind me. Those were my 15 seconds of fame =)
(Thu 11th Nov 2004, 17:34, More)
I was a contestant
in the Dutch national spelling contest, together with several hundreds of other students. It was broadcast on national television. Luckily, I didn't make it to the final round, because that would mean I'd have to spell out words in a microphone in front of the entire nation. In one of the first rounds, however, my left sleeve was visible for several seconds when Ivo Niehe (Dutch TV personality and host of the show) stood behind me. Those were my 15 seconds of fame =)
(Thu 11th Nov 2004, 17:34, More)