I'm an expert
I spent four years of my life acquiring a PhD. This makes me an expert in the use of transparency in computer interfaces. It's not a hugely useful or interesting expertise, but it's all mine. I'm pretty hot at sitting on the sofa, too.
What are you lot experts in?
( , Thu 23 Jun 2005, 14:43)
I spent four years of my life acquiring a PhD. This makes me an expert in the use of transparency in computer interfaces. It's not a hugely useful or interesting expertise, but it's all mine. I'm pretty hot at sitting on the sofa, too.
What are you lot experts in?
( , Thu 23 Jun 2005, 14:43)
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Where do I begin this story...
So I was driving home and a beggar jumped out into the street because he was my friend from primary school, and to avoid him I had to crash into the side of a pub, and we ended up going out on the piss that night, which was funny because he came in to the club's loos as I was tossing myself off, and he laughed, and because he'd just had a kebab with chilli in it the slight spittle with chilli on it made my knob swell up so that I couldn't actually fit out of the toilet door....
And as I sat there waiting for it to shrink I realised that I'm an expert.
... and then my headteacher walked in with what looked like a BDSM tutor, and proceeded to accidentally cover my video camera with blood, so I left it in my locker at school and the caretaker checked the tape out in the staffroom and the head got the sack, but not before he could rename the school "Goatse College".
Uncanny. What?
( , Fri 24 Jun 2005, 0:04, Reply)
So I was driving home and a beggar jumped out into the street because he was my friend from primary school, and to avoid him I had to crash into the side of a pub, and we ended up going out on the piss that night, which was funny because he came in to the club's loos as I was tossing myself off, and he laughed, and because he'd just had a kebab with chilli in it the slight spittle with chilli on it made my knob swell up so that I couldn't actually fit out of the toilet door....
And as I sat there waiting for it to shrink I realised that I'm an expert.
... and then my headteacher walked in with what looked like a BDSM tutor, and proceeded to accidentally cover my video camera with blood, so I left it in my locker at school and the caretaker checked the tape out in the staffroom and the head got the sack, but not before he could rename the school "Goatse College".
Uncanny. What?
( , Fri 24 Jun 2005, 0:04, Reply)
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