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(, Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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Plus the guy behind me has this ridiculous hacking cough that would have even the most patient vet reaching for the shotgun. Let's go get fucked up.
In the absence of fuckage uppage, regale me with your best and most amusing tales of transport-related woe, in honour of the no flying to fucking Libya thing, or something.
Alt Q - Snog, Marry, Avoid. Three B3tans. Go.
(, Tue 22 Feb 2011, 13:45, 211 replies, latest was 15 years ago)
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Maybe a Bacon Explosion related one?
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until she is completely satisfied. We should make DiT watch from the other side of the room so he can see how much happier she is being properly full, compared to the empty hollow feeling she is always left with when he tries.
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This is the kind of thing friends are for.
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a couple of us could work together at the same time to make something really special.
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That poor girl needs a good treat once in a while.
(, Tue 22 Feb 2011, 14:04, Reply)
but not enough of anything else.
He must have used half a carrot for the whole roast.
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then I despair for the condition of the poor fellow's genitalia...
(, Tue 22 Feb 2011, 13:56, Reply)
and six or seven if my dad leaves some.
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if your way was shit. that way i would tell everyone and we would all mock your nasty short cock and hamfisted bedroom technique.
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Alt - Rswipe, Roota, Chompy, he is escalating!!
(, Tue 22 Feb 2011, 13:51, Reply)
It was a close call between you and Jeff but I don't think B3ta is ready for a civil partnership yet.
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And I'm so happy at my promotion. I was always the one they'd do rudes with but not marry.
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might go insane.
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Noel: come on Monty it's a lovely day, put the crack pipe down and let's go for a walk.
Monty: *Scowls- turns up Hendrix*
Noel: *draws curtains* Oh look at how glorious it is Monty, the kids are away and we have all day to explore the outdoors, isn't it marvellous
Monty: *Shrieks at the intrusion of the daylight- picks up SS bayonet and leaps towards Noel slashing wildly* ...
... to be continued.
(, Tue 22 Feb 2011, 14:15, Reply)
but i am so fucking bored today. fuck work
slightly on topic - I do know of a jamaican stuck in no mans land between Ethiopia and Kenya. He insulted the border staff, left Ethiopia, got refused entry in Kenya (and then refused entry back into Ethiopia) and now resides under a bridge in the no mans land between the two. Locals keep him fed...
(, Tue 22 Feb 2011, 13:52, Reply)
I seem to remember she did a good walrus impression with those chopsticks on Saturday, although that might make snogging a little dangerous...
(, Tue 22 Feb 2011, 14:04, Reply)
you missed out on Kitty's amazing cow pyjamas. A cow onesie. Forgot to check if there was an udder.
(, Tue 22 Feb 2011, 14:06, Reply)
like a giant babygro.
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"LTI" probably doesn't come close.
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but a pink area where they would be
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At least the spazhanded lass could make some use of her chopsticks.
(, Tue 22 Feb 2011, 14:08, Reply)
And eat her meal in the style of Dr Zoidberg.
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"I don't know how many of you heard of my exploits on the 21st of September (ie getting arrested) But here is the lowdown to bring you up to speed so I can do a rant in a bit.
I got on the train at Frizinghall on the morning. (you can't buy a ticket at Frizinghall station, it's one of those crap middle-of-the-sticks stations.) BUT I was going to Dom's house that afternoon/evening, and the trains stop going to Frizinghall at about 6pm.
So, Mr ticket inspector (henceforth to be known as Cockface) comes along, and I ask to buy a half fare return to Bradford, which is supposed to cost £2.05. I had done this on at least 7 other occaisions and never had a problem, but Cockface tries to charge me £4.10 because I 'should have got a ticket at Bradford Station'. I explain (calmly) I got on at Frizinghall but that I can't get back to Frizinghall because of the time I'll be travelling back.
Cockface continues to try charge me £4.10 and continues to tell me theat I shoudl have got a ticket at Bradford if I wanted a return to there. Slightly losing patience, I tell him again that I got on at Frizinghall and so couldn't get a ticket. Cockface continues. I then tell him if he's going to charge me twice as much for a ticket as I should pay I'll just buy a ticket at Leeds Station.
Cockface asks to see my half fare pass and snatches it off me and doesn't give me it back. Cockface then looks at me and says 'Look, little lady, I've told you enough times now. Now you can either buy a ticket now or have someone meet you at Leeds station.' I look at him and say 'I'm NOT paying £4.10 for a ticket I should only pay £2.05 for. Can I have my half fare pass back please?'. Cockface says 'No, someone can meet you at Leeds Station.' he then walks off into next carriage. I leave it about 3 minutes then go into the next carriage and calmly ask him for my half fare pass back. Cockface looks at me and says 'I'm not giving you it back, I've told you, if you wanted a return to Bradford you should have got a ticket at Bradford'. I ask him again. He tells me the same again. I ask him AGAIN (losing patience a bit now). Tells me the same.
I then say 'Look, there's no need to be so fucking uptight.' Cockface then grabs the guy nearest him and says (in very flustered voice, like it's the highlight of his miserable life as a ticket collector) 'Did you hear that? Did you hear what she just said?' Guy nods, Cockface takes his details. I go sit down and chill for a bit. Anyways, train pulls in at Leeds and I get off and have to wait 20 minutes with Cockface to see a Policeman. During this time the following conversation takes place:
Me: 'Dude, can I just have my half fare pass and go, I'm gonna be late for college.'
Cockface: 'Well you should have thought of that'
Me: 'Just because SOME of us want to get an education and actually DO something, rather than just being ticket inspectors...*dirty look from Cockface* yeah, you heard me.'
Anyways, Bobby comes along, chats to Cockface, Cockface said I called him a 'Fucking Arsehole', which I did NOT.
Cockface then has to go be a ticket inspecting WANKER somewhere else. So Policeman and me chat. I tell Policeman what I actually said, Policeman gives me half fare pass back, I tell Policeman I have to be at college and shiz, do a bit of fake crying and whatnot, he tells me he has to give me a warning and I may get a court order but the station will probably trash this as soon as it comes in, and he gives me the option to either leave or stay and answer a few questions. I stay, in the hope of getting it all sorted out quicker. He reads me my rights. He's very nice about it all, I answer his questions, I admit I shouldn't have sworn, but tell Policeman that Cockface's incredibly rude demeanour provoked me. Policeman then walks me through the gate so I don't have to pay AT ALL. I thank Policeman and go, thinking this will be the end of the matter. I even DON'T file a complaint against Cockface so the whole thing will go away.
BUT OH NO.
Today I get a letter... ok, the 'Parent or Guardian of....' gets a letter. Anyways, point is, someone gets a letter from the British Transport Police. it says 'BelladonnaAnodyne has been reported with a view to recieveing a summons to go to court for an offence of BAD LANGUAGE........However the case will be considered by a senior police officer to decide if BelladonnaAnodyne can recieve a police reprimand as an alternative to court proceedings.'"
OH YEAH I'M COOL. I've also been kidnapped by buses on three seperate occasions, and the whole "walking down the M1 in a blizzard National Express fiasco" from last year. And it's going to take me 8 hours to get to Brighton when I go.
ALT: Snog - Darth, Marry - Darth, Avoid - everyone who isn't Darth as I have promised to be extra-super-nice to him today.
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If you swear at a ticket inspector that counts as abuse.
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But I didn't swear *at* him, I didn't call him anything offensive. I just said the word "fucking".
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Because you deserve better than I can afford
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Anyway, in conclusion: I am not to be trusted with public transport. Or public transport is not to be trusted with me. One of the two.
Dreading going to see Brighton Boy now. 8 hours. National Express. Help.
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I'd marry Al as he always makes me feel better about myself.
I'd avoid Baldmonkey......obviously.
I once had a panic attack on a coach.
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with the exception of my wife actually agreeing to marry me.
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but it wasn't blood in my hair, it was Lucozade.
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"the kid's toast" or "the kid's brown bread" and I moaned "No. I'm just pale!"
(, Tue 22 Feb 2011, 14:28, Reply)
I wouldn't want to miss out on any hotties now would I.
(, Tue 22 Feb 2011, 14:10, Reply)
You lost me when you flirted with that ginger bitch off the telly.
(, Tue 22 Feb 2011, 14:17, Reply)
Since I can't cook at all. However, I am being extra-super-nice to Darth to cheer him up, so I couldn't say that.
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The inspector comes round, and asks for tickets, so I buy one off him, knowing it's emptying that account. I get to Manchester, and they check my ticket, before refusing to let me through, as my ticket was only to Stockport. (Yes, I know, I should have checked)
The guy on the gate is being a tosser, as I admit I can't pay on my card (my card with money on it is Visa Electron, which they can't take), he decides I'm therefore a ticket dodger, and leads me to a rather pretty girl, to help me out. I make it clear I'm willing to pay, all I need to do is walk to the cash point (20 metres away, in full view).
She is called away, so pulls in a very scary looking guy (About 6 foot 7, I would imagine), to whom I tell my story as well. He begrudgingly allows me to go to the cash point, so I go there, and come back with the money for the ticket. He looks at me, looks at the money, smiles and says 'Have a good day, Sir', before turning his back, letting me off with the ticket. Fucking win!
Alt: *censored*, Aberaccion, Lampito (What? She likes to punch people when drunk, and I know I'm not her favourite person.)
(, Tue 22 Feb 2011, 14:28, Reply)
So I thought I'd save her trouble
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He's got a special laminated picture of you for those 'special' times that you now share together
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arguing with you over which one of you gets to wear the dress for the wedding
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but he would have to stop halfway through as he was crying so much.
(, Tue 22 Feb 2011, 15:09, Reply)
Only you were crying, as it was the most exercise you'd done in years?
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He'll be reaching for the Green Day when he gets back home, to accompany his self harm session.
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... anyway, on the way back, I'm like "Oh cool, the sea, I didn't notice that on the train down here". And then an anouncment came a few hours later I ask the ticket guy how far are we from London, and he said about 6 hours, and I'm like "WTF? It only took 4 hours to come down" and he said "This is the train FROM london". I ended up in Devon.
(, Tue 22 Feb 2011, 14:34, Reply)
All the times I have used trains I have lived in fear of getting on the wrong one.
Thankfully it's never happened.
So what did you do when you got to Devon?
(, Tue 22 Feb 2011, 14:58, Reply)
I reckon all trains should have something like the picadilly line has, a tickerboard saying "This is a X train to X, the next stop is X".
(, Tue 22 Feb 2011, 15:04, Reply)
but at the tender age of 14 I managed to miss the last train home from Edinburgh and had to wait for 7 hours for the royal mail train, which they kindly added a sleeper carriage to for me.
Or the time I offered a lift to a party to a boy I liked, got lost, ended up going in the wrong direction on the motorway for 30 miles as there was nowhere to turn round, eventually made it back to where I needed to be and made exactly the same fucking mistake. We were three hours late; it'd probably have been quicker to walk.
I'm not playing the alt q.
(, Tue 22 Feb 2011, 14:37, Reply)
I wonder.
*wonders*
Hmmmmmm
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they've only gone and fucking sold out.
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Fucking cunts, I was very annoyed, I might get my mate in camden to see if he can get any at the ticket office.
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Plus your face when we told you was REALLY funny.
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*sighs at the futility of denial*
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To be honest I don't mind sharing. As long as I'm asked first.
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as long as I can borrow him for youtube disco occasionally.
(, Tue 22 Feb 2011, 14:52, Reply)
no, you have him. i insist.
nah nah, jeff is all yours.
no, really. you take him. please. take him.
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I'm not some piece of meat you get to trade between yourselves at some cattle-market nightclub, whilst you and Blousie get drunk on blue WKD and shots of Aftershock.
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Although in these dreams, you'd be there, drinking Malibu and pineapple, what with you being dead rich and sophisticated.
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i am probably the least flirtatious person on here.
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and lets face it - as if you'd mind!
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that i forgot about the travel thing, and was wondering why everyone was rambling on about travel.
snog - any of the tripod, i don't believe in choosing when there are multiple options
marry - i'm already internet-married to the best b3tan around
avoid - anyone genuinely rude or stupid, like someone who is actually racist, or someone who would actually expect me to pay for everything.
(, Tue 22 Feb 2011, 14:43, Reply)
this works on the travel and the payment level. how i wonder which you meant.
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then come back here and justify your existence.
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I can do one finger, two fingers, the V-sign fingering when you have one in your fanny and the other in your bum, the one where you use one hand for fingering and the other to squeeze your tits, the one where you use one finger in your fanny and the other one rubbing clit in an annoyingly non rhythmic fashion, the one where you use one finger in your fanny and your nose rubbing your clit and your tongue slobbering ineffectually on your labia majora, and the one where you keep getting your cock in the wrong hole "by accident" but you secretly love it.
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You wouldn't fit if I had my fingers and my head down there. If you tried, your tummy would keep slapping against my left ear.
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at how you've managed to not only attract but marry someone as nice as your mrs...
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it's the practice that counts. you could describe all the techniques in the world, if you carry them out like a diplodocus, you won't make her come 15 times and then beg to be allowed to suck you off for the next few months. instead you'll get something like this:
"oh please just put it inside me now" (because surely not even you can get that wrong? no? oh, you can? jesus christ man, how can you have got to this age and be so fucking inept, stop butchering my poor fanny, right that's it) shortly followed by "i really want you to come in my mouth" (because that is the only way to stop you torturing me although i tell you what, if you don't stop ramming my head down there, i am going to BITE).
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that you appear to think the above is actually a description of good technique.
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have we slept with some of the same people?
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if they've never had a long term relationship and have only ever watched porn/had flings, i guess nobody's ever told them that the aim is NOT to try and tickle your tonsils whilst fingering.
(, Tue 22 Feb 2011, 15:14, Reply)
has fizzled out into you wincing in agony and trying to pass it off as moans of ecstasy whilst he tries to get his arm in there up to the elbow. and then wonders why he can't get his cock in subsequently, having bruised and terrified you to the point of involuntary clenching...
(i never exaggerate, me)
(, Tue 22 Feb 2011, 15:24, Reply)
Swipe: Oww! I never knew you wore a ring.
Bloke: I don't love, it's my watch you can feel.
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By 'bloke' I meant some poor unfortunate who is planning on being a contestant on The Price Is Right and wants to do some revision, and who knows more about over-priced consumer goods than you?
Come on down.
(, Tue 22 Feb 2011, 15:30, Reply)
partially because I've never really been in that situation, but it really, really irritates me when men don't cut their fingernails, and then look all offended when I tell them to sort their skanky jagged digits out before they bring them near me.
(, Tue 22 Feb 2011, 15:36, Reply)
being with a woman is all about ticking off the moves. They grade you on the number of different positions you can fit in before you squirt on their pillow.
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Down, down-right, right + heavy punch = flawless victory.
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gotta catch em all! well except aids, I hear that's a bit shit.
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Paedophobe I guess. Or paedophage if you REALLY don't like them.
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sweaty spotty fetid things
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at the way I was when I was a teenager, if there was any chance of seeing some tits when I was on a beach or camping by a river. I thought I was being really subtle but I bet I was just staring open mouthed and desperately trying not to touch myself.
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the wraparound ones. Nobody was going to see that whilst I appeared to be staring intently at that rock cliff, or sandcastle, I was actually looking out of the corner of my eye at the middle aged french woman who might or might not be about to take off her bikini top to reveal a pair of saggy tits.
(, Tue 22 Feb 2011, 15:30, Reply)
Alt Q: Snog: I would have said LAAK, but I think they're all far too young, so I'll have to leave it blank.
Marry: Swipe and Roota are both near my age, they'll do.
Avoid: Bou. Unquestionably.
(, Tue 22 Feb 2011, 14:52, Reply)
i'll fight roota for you. you can see it now:
no, you have him. no, YOU. no, he's all yours...
(, Tue 22 Feb 2011, 14:53, Reply)
so don't you get snotty with me! "Best B3tan around", pshaw!
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when you get a chicken AND you can answer my vat queries, then you can have his crown.
(, Tue 22 Feb 2011, 14:56, Reply)
And some I probably didn't want to.
When I perfect my cloning technique I can answer TGB for all three *does a rhyming dance*
(, Tue 22 Feb 2011, 15:13, Reply)
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