
thinking the very same thing as cars went by me
/good times
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Thu 9 Oct 2008, 18:23,
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/good times

gimme a good drink and a smoke anytime

Some friends of mine once had a 'drug night' and asked why I wasn't getting involved.
I told them that I teeter on the jagged edge of reality as it is, and am not ready to make the final leap yet.
They replied that if I was going to start being poetic, I could fuck off.
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Thu 9 Oct 2008, 18:28,
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I told them that I teeter on the jagged edge of reality as it is, and am not ready to make the final leap yet.
They replied that if I was going to start being poetic, I could fuck off.

At university I vividly recall dropping round at the house of some mates all of whom had dropped some very odd homebrew mushroom combination. I threw my self down onto a huge saggy beanbag and speared myself in the buttock with a steak knife that was caught in the folds... My rabid and sudden screaming did nothing for their poor addled heads and I have never seen such distraught looking faces as I launched them into the worst headfuck ever as they where faced with a chap who came round to their house just to scream and bleed at them!
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Thu 9 Oct 2008, 18:41,
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On the Sunday of coming back from the Derby Bash I found my boyfriend and my flatmate high on weed, intertwined and massaging each others various body parts.
I stood in the doorway for a few seconds and then knocked and told them that I was heading to bed now, so could they keep the noise down.
They jumped a mile and looked as guilty as sin.
I haven't decided quite what to do yet. I think saying nothing worries them more.
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Thu 9 Oct 2008, 18:55,
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I stood in the doorway for a few seconds and then knocked and told them that I was heading to bed now, so could they keep the noise down.
They jumped a mile and looked as guilty as sin.
I haven't decided quite what to do yet. I think saying nothing worries them more.

and watching that smug tail-gating tits face go white in the mirror...(drives a crap old car blog)
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Thu 9 Oct 2008, 18:20,
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Following a Landrover Discovery round the back lanes of Lincolnshire, and watching in total admiration as it repeatedly swerved out into the other lane and generally veered all over the road to avoid the little muddy puddles and ever common heaps of horse poo......
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Thu 9 Oct 2008, 18:31,
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and usually with one tiny schoolboy call Tarquin in the back....
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