this QOTW will be a productive one for me i feel.
~~~waveylines~~~ many moons ago, i lived in what can best be described as a non-free squat. no heating, coin meter ineach room, no double glazing, gap under the back door, no ceiling in the shower, slugs and snails etc.
the downstairs kitchen made squalid feel better about itself. one day, coming home with a headache and finding it impossible to access even ONE of the three areas required for teamaking, i was whipped into a frenzy, and hate-fucked the kitchen back ito a usable state. i won't bore you with the minutae, however the crowning glory deserves a mention.
upon reaching the bottom of the bin, having first cleared the scale replica of the north face of the eiger, lovingly recreated in teabags, beer cans, food waste and pizza boxes, i started back, with a cry.
'fuck me!' i announced to no-one in particular 'some dirty bastard has chucked a risotto in the bin UNDER the binbag!'

at which point, i realised that though size-wise, and even in colour, there was a match, in general terms, discounting the use of powerful hallucinogenics, RICE DOES NOT WRIGGLE BY ITSELF.

i paused, nearly boked, then bleach-boiled the MASSIVE sea of maggots.
worst thing ever, and i've seen your mum.
length? joined together, they'd go round john prescott. twice.
(UppityDamnPrimate LET'S OPEN THIS F*CKING PIT UP, Fri 3 Feb 2012, 13:05, 2 replies)

Well,
that's Lost Boys ruined.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Fri 3 Feb 2012, 13:07, closed)

haha oh yeah
classic film.
imagine i edited it to say 'excluding massive drugs and the lost boys'
(UppityDamnPrimate LET'S OPEN THIS F*CKING PIT UP, Fri 3 Feb 2012, 13:12, closed)