going to Enditall
From the National Suicide Week challenge. See all 393 entries (closed)
( , Thu 18 Dec 2003, 13:08, archived)
From the National Suicide Week challenge. See all 393 entries (closed)
( , Thu 18 Dec 2003, 13:08, archived)
AAAAARG
I was about to have lunch ... I'll have to go down to the pub now
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Thu 18 Dec 2003, 13:11,
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How do you think
he still manages to sell so many records? It's not natural I tell you
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Thu 18 Dec 2003, 13:12,
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and
I reckon it's something to do with the demonic way he dances in his new video. I accidentally caught it on TOTP2 the other day. MY EYES!!!!
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Thu 18 Dec 2003, 13:15,
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Accidentally?
Ahh, that old chestnut ... hoping to catch some Quo re-runs right?
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Thu 18 Dec 2003, 13:17,
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Its
appaling, he has all year to come up with a christmas single, and he comes up with that drivel.
Just think, he was once Britains great Rock and Roll hope.
I told my five year old second cousin he was the oldest man alive.
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Thu 18 Dec 2003, 13:18,
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Just think, he was once Britains great Rock and Roll hope.
I told my five year old second cousin he was the oldest man alive.
well
at least the little mite knows the truth about the oldest man (with a colostomy bag)
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Thu 18 Dec 2003, 13:20,
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we're all going on a
summer holiday to Asia... where is Euthan, anyway?
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Thu 18 Dec 2003, 13:11,
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Everyone seems to have already said "CLIFF!", but what the hell...
CLIFF!
Very much Woo
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Thu 18 Dec 2003, 13:12,
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Very much Woo
we're all going on a summer holdiay...
fun and slaughter on our sumer holiday
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Thu 18 Dec 2003, 13:12,
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brilliant
and beautiful...and I actually get the no. 12 everyday!
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Thu 18 Dec 2003, 13:41,
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Wheee! Off the cliff they go! Yay!
Now let me tell you a TRUE story about a Number 12 bus.
I used to live in London, and I would catch the Number 12 from Elephant And Castle to Westminster Bridge. Every miserable day. Except one day, when I waited in the cold drizzle for hours, and the Number 12 never came. IT NEVER BLOODY CAME!!! God I hated living in London. Anyway, about a year later I was travelling through Kenya. I was hitching a ride down through the Rift Valley one sunny morning, passing some hot springs and a lake filled with pink flamingos, when what did I see sitting out there in the grasslands? You've guessed it, it was the Number 12 bus! For real! Which clearly explained why it had never arrived that morning in London.
This story is guaranteed to be 100% of FACT.
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Thu 18 Dec 2003, 22:57,
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I used to live in London, and I would catch the Number 12 from Elephant And Castle to Westminster Bridge. Every miserable day. Except one day, when I waited in the cold drizzle for hours, and the Number 12 never came. IT NEVER BLOODY CAME!!! God I hated living in London. Anyway, about a year later I was travelling through Kenya. I was hitching a ride down through the Rift Valley one sunny morning, passing some hot springs and a lake filled with pink flamingos, when what did I see sitting out there in the grasslands? You've guessed it, it was the Number 12 bus! For real! Which clearly explained why it had never arrived that morning in London.
This story is guaranteed to be 100% of FACT.