Guilty Pleasures
You know, those little things you do when nobody else is around. OK so some of them are rude, but we reckon there are a whole lot more innocent ones out there: my g/f this morning admitted to climbing the stairs on all fours when I wasn't around, and loving it...
( , Thu 7 Apr 2005, 9:11)
You know, those little things you do when nobody else is around. OK so some of them are rude, but we reckon there are a whole lot more innocent ones out there: my g/f this morning admitted to climbing the stairs on all fours when I wasn't around, and loving it...
( , Thu 7 Apr 2005, 9:11)
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Just a few...
I shout at videogames. Especially the old ones. I get really worked up too. It gives my friends the giggles and makes my mum shout at me but it always feels better when Sonic doesnt quite do what I want and I scream:
"Jump, you blue bastard!"
If a dog barks at me then I always bark back. Sometimes my friends actually have to drag me away.
And I love embarrassing my friends in public places. I was at the fair the other day and two of my female friends asked me and another mate of mine to look after their bags. Of course, as soon as they were out of reach my friend and I put the bags on our arms then held hands and skipped all the way to the ghost train. Ooh, the immaturity. And then in a posh hotel in London me and a friend grabbed hotel umbrellas then started chasing each other having a sword fight:
(In case anyone's interested, I'm on the left)
Oh, I'm such a child. But I wouldn't have it any other way.
( , Sat 9 Apr 2005, 2:01, Reply)
I shout at videogames. Especially the old ones. I get really worked up too. It gives my friends the giggles and makes my mum shout at me but it always feels better when Sonic doesnt quite do what I want and I scream:
"Jump, you blue bastard!"
If a dog barks at me then I always bark back. Sometimes my friends actually have to drag me away.
And I love embarrassing my friends in public places. I was at the fair the other day and two of my female friends asked me and another mate of mine to look after their bags. Of course, as soon as they were out of reach my friend and I put the bags on our arms then held hands and skipped all the way to the ghost train. Ooh, the immaturity. And then in a posh hotel in London me and a friend grabbed hotel umbrellas then started chasing each other having a sword fight:
(In case anyone's interested, I'm on the left)
Oh, I'm such a child. But I wouldn't have it any other way.
( , Sat 9 Apr 2005, 2:01, Reply)
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