The last thing that made me cry
I wept for my cat last week despite trying to be all hard and manly. What's made you cry recently?
( , Thu 14 Apr 2005, 11:07)
I wept for my cat last week despite trying to be all hard and manly. What's made you cry recently?
( , Thu 14 Apr 2005, 11:07)
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Frenulum, Frenum, Banjo.
NOT, Barse or Notcha (notcha bollox, notcha arse), nor chinrest.
Stop being tarts.
Try getting it pierced.
Watch a grown man grapple with your tadger like a fisherman trying to hook up some live bait, line up the needle, and thrust a 2mm surgical needle through your banjo string. (well, it's way deeper than that really... requires a 22mm bar-bell of which you can't see anythign but the balls) THAT my friends is probably one of the ultimate in tooth-gritting, self-induced-pain scenarios that a sane adult can enjoy. It was worse than any of my other piercings. If you can Manage to do that, (and watch it), then you are a true man.
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I feel that my claim to (therefore) be a true man is somewhat marred by the happenings of last night:
While watching a dog-sanctuary program on TV, the blatantly mean decision to put down a puppy was made. He'd bitten the hand of a kid who was harassing him. they "proved" his dangerousness by poking at him with a rubber hand on a stick. Yes, he bit it, but it was blatantly a rubber hand, and it was pissing him off!!
He got his last meal.. chicken Mc-Fekking-Nuggets. He sat and begged as taught, he responded faithfully to voice commands, he waited patiently for permission to eat each one, he relished them all: tail wagging like crazy. Not once did he do anything that a death-row-dog could be expected to do. He was loveable, excited about life, cute, cuddly, and a child's dream of a companion.
The last nugget was followed by a leather muzzle, and a dessert coctail of pink goo that was pumped into his fore-leg. The poor mite went out like a light in a near instant, but not before a vaguely betrayed and confused look strayed accross his face. His tongue flopped out as his body let go.
2 minutes from being lovingly hand-fed MuckDonalds to Dead.
Complete and Utter Bastards.
I stumbled into bed nex to Mr Humpty. Sobbing like a child.
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Edit: that should actually read "MRS Humpty"
( , Tue 19 Apr 2005, 15:34, Reply)
NOT, Barse or Notcha (notcha bollox, notcha arse), nor chinrest.
Stop being tarts.
Try getting it pierced.
Watch a grown man grapple with your tadger like a fisherman trying to hook up some live bait, line up the needle, and thrust a 2mm surgical needle through your banjo string. (well, it's way deeper than that really... requires a 22mm bar-bell of which you can't see anythign but the balls) THAT my friends is probably one of the ultimate in tooth-gritting, self-induced-pain scenarios that a sane adult can enjoy. It was worse than any of my other piercings. If you can Manage to do that, (and watch it), then you are a true man.
****************************
I feel that my claim to (therefore) be a true man is somewhat marred by the happenings of last night:
While watching a dog-sanctuary program on TV, the blatantly mean decision to put down a puppy was made. He'd bitten the hand of a kid who was harassing him. they "proved" his dangerousness by poking at him with a rubber hand on a stick. Yes, he bit it, but it was blatantly a rubber hand, and it was pissing him off!!
He got his last meal.. chicken Mc-Fekking-Nuggets. He sat and begged as taught, he responded faithfully to voice commands, he waited patiently for permission to eat each one, he relished them all: tail wagging like crazy. Not once did he do anything that a death-row-dog could be expected to do. He was loveable, excited about life, cute, cuddly, and a child's dream of a companion.
The last nugget was followed by a leather muzzle, and a dessert coctail of pink goo that was pumped into his fore-leg. The poor mite went out like a light in a near instant, but not before a vaguely betrayed and confused look strayed accross his face. His tongue flopped out as his body let go.
2 minutes from being lovingly hand-fed MuckDonalds to Dead.
Complete and Utter Bastards.
I stumbled into bed nex to Mr Humpty. Sobbing like a child.
**********************
Edit: that should actually read "MRS Humpty"
( , Tue 19 Apr 2005, 15:34, Reply)
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