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(, Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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I've had 2 bottles of wine, several pints and been out for a fucking massive curry.
I feel really bloated.
What have you done this evening?
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 22:23, 202 replies, latest was 15 years ago)
I have to get this room cleaned before tomorrow. Watching QI at the moment.
Was the curry good?
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 22:25, Reply)
The chicken was a bit overcooked and dry. But I ate it all the same, cos I'm like that.
How filthy is your room if you need bleach?
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 22:26, Reply)
It's not filthy, but the sink could do with a scrubdown.
I'm amused at how weirdly class shows up on QI
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 22:28, Reply)
Should be good. I have 4 tickets, got to see who's available on the day and then pick and choose mwuahahaha.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 22:45, Reply)
got a film on - "dirty rotten scoundrels" it's on iplayer. Do you know if it's any good?
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 22:30, Reply)
I think a major crisis has been averted but I could yet still massively fuck this up. *sigh*
If my emergency booze didn't consist of a can of stout, a small bottle of pink cava and a bottle of peach cider then I would definitely get hammered this evening.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 22:32, Reply)
have you managed to have a chat with him then?
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 22:33, Reply)
and I'm in my pyjamas, I really can't face getting dressed and going out.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 22:37, Reply)
do you think you can put up with lots of drama though?
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 22:40, Reply)
and it's because we don't really know each other that well. I think I've persuaded him that this is the case, and that we should get to know each other better before we have proper arguments...
But yeah, if it's still this OMGDRAMA a couple of months in, he can forget it, cos I really can't be arsed with it.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 22:43, Reply)
I'm too laid back to have this kind of shit going on, I just want it all to be fine.
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he seems to be convinced that I'm complaining and think he's rubbish in the sack. This is total bollocks, but he's being surprisingly hard to persuade otherwise.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 22:46, Reply)
everyone would think I had my rag on. He's just being massively insecure, it'll either calm down and be fine or it'll get silly and I'll have to bin him off, much as it would pain me to do so.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 22:55, Reply)
because this page might be quite easy to find.
You know, this page and the threads earlier where we were talking about his willy
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:11, Reply)
although I do occasionally worry about just how easy it would be to work out who I am by the things I say!
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:14, Reply)
*Fergie lols*
(Seriously though, just talk to the fella)
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 22:51, Reply)
and bounce on his todger vigorously and see if you can make his nads swing like a Newton's cradle.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 22:54, Reply)
I have just spat rhubarb crumble all over myself, you total bastard.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 22:56, Reply)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zedq1VhaS90
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 22:59, Reply)
I know the theme but don't remember the cartoon.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:05, Reply)
She thinks it's shit.
What the fuck does she know, eh?
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:08, Reply)
Of how that works
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 22:57, Reply)
But my laptop has no charge and the charger is broken. And no luck with essay due to excitement over house.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 22:38, Reply)
I want to move fir august but have suggested taking it in July. We will see.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 22:40, Reply)
Sorry, it is south London. It's the road I always look at and say "that's perfect". Close to supermarkets, buses, takeaways and walkable to college.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 22:44, Reply)
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 22:47, Reply)
I was on first name terms with our kebab shop owner
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 22:51, Reply)
*Alright Mohammed?*
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 22:53, Reply)
Cheers. Any London plans soon?
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 22:42, Reply)
before I make any concrete plans :(
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 22:43, Reply)
I'm actually rather sad, because I'm taking my exams in college rather than the Exam schools, I won't finish with everyone else, so I'm going to have to let people know times and stuff. It's towards the end of June
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 22:49, Reply)
but I'd come down for that :)
Plus I did say I've got a gown that I can lend you if it's not too big for you.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 22:51, Reply)
a floorlength black ballgown that I have never worn.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:04, Reply)
and it was always either too small or too big.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:11, Reply)
I'm not getting rid of it, it's beautiful.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:17, Reply)
But I've never been minded to shell out for membership to the National Trust.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:22, Reply)
maybe too small but that's another kettle of fish to cry over
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(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:36, Reply)
Buy something pretty, then leave it hanging in the wardrobe as you can't find an excuse to wear it.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:12, Reply)
after all, the mere threat of the tickling finger generally suffices...
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:23, Reply)
I shouldn't have told you where I was hiding.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:32, Reply)
biomedicalsciencedegreelols.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:29, Reply)
his back was to the mast
He would not move a single step
till Oscar Wilde had passed.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:35, Reply)
his face was all a-quiver;
he gave a cough and his leg fell off
and floated down the river.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:48, Reply)
There once was a man from Madrass
Who's balls were made of brass
When he banged them together
They played stormy weather
And lightning shot out of his ass
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:53, Reply)
though be warned it will be a night of extremely heavy drinking *remembers last years round of trashing*
Edit: oohhhh I'm stupid! I thought you meant an undergrad gown! I'd definitely try on the dress if I can :) that would be lovely
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 22:56, Reply)
/smugs
So I'll be there. With a pitcher of gin.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 22:54, Reply)
most of my exams are May/early June, then I have one outlier at the end of June (bloody Cicero)
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 22:57, Reply)
What a cunt.
No Al, I have not named my period Cicero.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:02, Reply)
Although I have got the sweats.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 22:48, Reply)
I myself have had half a not very good pizza and two cans of Hobgoblin. I think I'm off my game, somewhat.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 22:43, Reply)
It's been a long week, I think.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 22:50, Reply)
pay off some debt and live off the rest until I get another job. I hope the finding another job doesn't actually take too long so I can have a bit of spare cash in the bank...
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:03, Reply)
that won't laugh me out of the building when I say I don't know what I want to do, but it has to be something creative?
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:08, Reply)
He used to work in recruitment.
When you say 'creative' though, are you into design and print media or more specialist stuff like model making?
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:11, Reply)
as long as there's something at the end of it that I can say I helped create. Teaching was fun that way - I enjoyed doing the worksheets and classroom displays. I also like scrapbooking, twatting about on /board, and writing stuff.
Oh, and acting. Not really much there to work with, is there?
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:13, Reply)
mum laughed at me when I got it but now she's just jealous that mine looks ace.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:17, Reply)
We've had quite a few landmark birthdays over the last few years. Bags o fun.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:24, Reply)
www.aardman.com/about-us/jobs/
I knew one person who worked for them straight after they graduated and there were one of the lead model builders for the film 'Chicken Run', which is turn opened up a whole host of job opportunities for her all over the world.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:18, Reply)
which is regeneration, so I'd be happy to continue in that vein although I think it may be difficult what with all the funding cuts. Failing that, I'll try pretty much anything. Except going back to work for the Jobcentre...
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:09, Reply)
Fucking hell. Just how big a Doctor Who nerd are you?
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:10, Reply)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eS44KtUh22g
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:24, Reply)
I shared a dormitory with a girl who had a major Bros fetish. I've had quite enough of them for one lifetime, thank you.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:26, Reply)
*Prepares to leave the Internet, just in case*
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:50, Reply)
Unfortunately, I don't think a holiday is on the cards this year, what with all the shenanigans going on at the moment...
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:20, Reply)
and pissed around on the internet.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 22:44, Reply)
It started out with this post on another site:
I have a story I'd like told. Or, more correctly, I don't have the story but would like one.
I was up at the biosecurity offices a couple of weeks ago and in amongst the items confiscated was a pair of taxidermed frogs dressed up like a bride and groom (who was also wearing a poncho and sombero) and posed standing up looking into each others eye sockets. I'd pay 1c per word for the story of how they met and fell in love and ended up in the confiscated goods locker at Auckland's MAF depot.
So I replied with this:
His earliest memories were very dim, of course. He had vague impressions of having a tail and wriggling about, and of food that came easily to his mouth as he swam. The light grew slowly brighter and then dimmer as he swam about eating, and after some time he became aware of new sensations- of areas on him that were suddenly sensitive, of movement where there had been none before, and gradually thrashing his tail began to feel awkward. He became aware of his legs, and soon found that kicking them would propel him through the water even faster than his tail had done.
He also became aware that the food he had taken for granted was beginning to lose its appeal. There were smaller things in the water that had different tastes, and he started to explore the sensations of eating the things that floated on the surface. As he did so he found that he could break through the surface and survive, the unfamiliar air filling his new lungs and bringing him a whole new world to experience.
Then came the wondrous day when he found that he could climb out of the water to where his food flew about, and that his tongue could flick out and snatch tasty things out of the air. He still needed to return to the water to keep his skin from getting too dry, but now he has two separate worlds to live in! How could life get any better?
And yet, it did.
As he swam through the familiar territory he had known for his entire life, a new scent came to him through the water. Or had it been there before and he had never noticed it? Either way, it was wonderful and spoke to the deeper parts of his brain in ways he could not resist. Down through the depths he swam, following the scent… and there she was.
She was a beautiful shade of green, with big golden eyes that he could get lost in. Her legs were long and shapely with delicate flippers, her mouth wide and sensuous, and she was doing something fascinating down there in the weeds. Something flowed from her body, and it was that which had attracted his attention and filled his nostrils and his brain. He swam closer and the sensation was overpowering, triggering a release in part of him that he had never known existed. A cloud trailed in his wake as he swam past the eggs, and at that moment he knew that he would always be near her.
The days got shorter and colder, but still they swam together, sharing the sun as it diminished and catching what food they could. Finally the cold deepened and they found themselves getting sleepy, and curled up near one another in the mud to rest through the long cold of winter.
They woke to coldness, but their hunger drove them from the mud to seek food. They spent the long days eating and gathering strength again as the water grew warmer, and again the time came when she emitted that wondrous scent. Together they swam to their special place, and he felt the warmth of the sensations as she deposited her eggs into the weeds. Lovingly he swam past them, releasing his precious cargo to them, then they went back to the shallows to feed again. They were so happy together that they never noticed the new presence.
Without warning something splashed into the water around them. They both sprang for safety, but something tough tangled them and pulled them backward out of the water! Some terrible monster had caught them in something like tangled weeds and was lifting them through the air! They found themselves plopped into a hard dry container, and he knew that they would never see their home again. He felt her fear and wanted to comfort her, but had no idea how.
*******
Jose had carefully put the two frogs into some ether to give them their final sleep, and then begun the delicate process of dismantling the small bodies. His trained eye told him which one was the female, and he carefully fitted her into a tiny lace dress that his gnarled old fingers had lovingly sown. He arranged her to her best advantage, then put her on the stand with the male who now wore the traditional sombrero and pancho of the local fishing village. It was a lot of work for a few pesos, but it would earn him some dinner at least at the tourist shops.
*******
Bruce was sitting in the bar drinking the local version of a beer when Sheila popped in. “Oi, Bruce! Look at what I found! Adorable, innit?” And she opened a plastic bag to reveal the bride and groom, looking devotedly into each others’ eyes.
“Fucking hell, Sheila! That looks just like yer sister and her bloke! Spittin’ image!”
She twatted the back of his head. “Don’t be a pillock, Bruce! I thought they were cute!”
“Fine, luv, fine. Take ‘em home. Just keep them somewhere that I don’t have to see them all the time, right? They’ll give me the night horrors.”
*******
The customs agent opened their bags. “Back from holiday in Mexico, eh? Anything to declare?... Here now, what’s this?” And he pulled out a bag and peered inside it. “Sorry, but biological materials from overseas are forbidden. I’m afraid I’ll have to take these.”
“What!” Sheila screeched. “But I paid seven dollars for those! What gives you the right to just snatch them away from me?”
“I’m sorry ma’am, but all is fair in love and warts.”
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 22:58, Reply)
filling the screen At least apeloverage is only a line long generally.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:04, Reply)
Or have we gone past storytelling in these parts?
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:06, Reply)
or a very good joke or a clever pun. Love and warts makes little to no sense. If it was any one of those three it'd be fine.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:07, Reply)
But no-one does them anymore. Sorry neebs.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:17, Reply)
First we get fifteen pages of ranting in one day in QOTW, and now I'm told to sod off? Sheesh. Have some chocolate over there.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:11, Reply)
and updated a few songs I lost from my iPod when my computer died.
All in all quite a productive evening.
I need some real life friends : (
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:07, Reply)
Cheers for the by-proxy pestering. Mum has a card posted. And you should have known you'd need mindbleach to come on OT. They're always mentioning my penis here. Well, Al is.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:24, Reply)
I'm fairly desensitised by now.
i hope the same cannot be said for your penis.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:28, Reply)
when he's got your deep fried Mars Bar wedged firmly down his gullet.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:29, Reply)
I had great seats in one of the best building in Europe (not the Phil) but Peter had his sexy comedy wife with him, so he had no room to realise he loves me, which is for the best because I realised I don't fancy him any more. I love him even more than I did before, just not sexualleh.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:46, Reply)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JWofrhrMbpw&feature=player_embedded
I thought he was doing the Swedish chef out of the Muppets at first.
(, Sat 2 Apr 2011, 0:08, Reply)
His Leonard Rossiter is not as good as mine.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:53, Reply)
or heard him doing a voiceover for something.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:52, Reply)
apart from when he was Tex in I'm Alan Partridge.
(, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 23:55, Reply)
A headfuck and a half, it was. I'm back in the real world now though, unfortunately.
(, Sat 2 Apr 2011, 0:04, Reply)
Nothing went wrong I've just felt beyond depressed the last few weeks. Being ridiculously bored 24/7 doesn't help.
(, Sat 2 Apr 2011, 0:14, Reply)
Are Fulham playing this weekend, or in the Prem still on an International break.
(, Sat 2 Apr 2011, 0:16, Reply)
Although it'll be too expensive to bring down with me for the summer so my mate's going to look after it from June to September. What a fucking inspired purchase that was.
Got Blackpool at home on Sunday at one, glamour tie to end all glamour ties.
(, Sat 2 Apr 2011, 0:18, Reply)
It'll be more entertaining than City being home to Doncaster tomorrow.
(, Sat 2 Apr 2011, 0:20, Reply)
*Puts out the flames*
(, Sat 2 Apr 2011, 0:10, Reply)
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Hargreaves
and he was also talking about Look Around You, the best tribute to the 70s and 80s ever.
(, Sat 2 Apr 2011, 0:16, Reply)
And briefly 'Gaz' Topp.
(, Sat 2 Apr 2011, 0:18, Reply)
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