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Are you a QOTWer? Do you want to start a thread that isn't a direct answer to the current QOTW? Then this place, gentle poster, is your friend.
( , Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
Are you a QOTWer? Do you want to start a thread that isn't a direct answer to the current QOTW? Then this place, gentle poster, is your friend.
( , Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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What the fuck is this?
Creative writing class or something?
( , Mon 22 Oct 2012, 11:08, 2 replies, latest was 12 years ago)
Creative writing class or something?
( , Mon 22 Oct 2012, 11:08, 2 replies, latest was 12 years ago)
fuck you tangles.
might be more fun than a fucking thread about food or dozer having a shit.
is it because you're too dull to do one?
( , Mon 22 Oct 2012, 11:09, Reply)
might be more fun than a fucking thread about food or dozer having a shit.
is it because you're too dull to do one?
( , Mon 22 Oct 2012, 11:09, Reply)
FUCKING DO ONE!!!
c'mon, there's so many characters here!
chompy playing uno while his missus strips for tramps.
monty begging for change outside a poudstretcher
you... doing whatever the fuck you do.
( , Mon 22 Oct 2012, 11:11, Reply)
c'mon, there's so many characters here!
chompy playing uno while his missus strips for tramps.
monty begging for change outside a poudstretcher
you... doing whatever the fuck you do.
( , Mon 22 Oct 2012, 11:11, Reply)
I can't really be bothered to write much though
b3ta.com/questions/offtopic/post1762908
( , Mon 22 Oct 2012, 11:17, Reply)
b3ta.com/questions/offtopic/post1762908
( , Mon 22 Oct 2012, 11:17, Reply)
I might do some shedformers erotic fiction there.
if I can be arsed.
( , Mon 22 Oct 2012, 11:13, Reply)
if I can be arsed.
( , Mon 22 Oct 2012, 11:13, Reply)
Dee Eeyut in the big sportscow house
"Aah divvent knaa what w'problem is, pet", sighed sportscow as he opened another bottle of red. "If theey durn't want t'see w'bairns, aal jus keep 'em heeya an' theey c'n jus' shite, man"
Mrs Cow looked at her husband with fear in her eyes, his drinking was getting further and further out of control and she didn't understand why he was getting so angry - all her mother-in-law had suggested was that it would be nice if the bairns could help her scratch the silver bits off her scratchcards for her, as her hands were getting too arthritic to grip the coin properly now.
( , Mon 22 Oct 2012, 11:17, Reply)
"Aah divvent knaa what w'problem is, pet", sighed sportscow as he opened another bottle of red. "If theey durn't want t'see w'bairns, aal jus keep 'em heeya an' theey c'n jus' shite, man"
Mrs Cow looked at her husband with fear in her eyes, his drinking was getting further and further out of control and she didn't understand why he was getting so angry - all her mother-in-law had suggested was that it would be nice if the bairns could help her scratch the silver bits off her scratchcards for her, as her hands were getting too arthritic to grip the coin properly now.
( , Mon 22 Oct 2012, 11:17, Reply)
It's like Spanish and Portuguese though, isn't it?
There may be differences, but you can understand one another.
( , Mon 22 Oct 2012, 11:28, Reply)
There may be differences, but you can understand one another.
( , Mon 22 Oct 2012, 11:28, Reply)
he managed to control his shaking hands by gripping the arms of the chair.
what was going on now? a rare moment of absolute lucidity gripped him like a downs giving a wank. all the people were speaking strangely, he couldn't understand a word! a trickle of ice cold fear slithered down his back as the people around the table traded mangled words back and forth. had he finally lost his mind? was his wife right, was he working too hard? then it hit him, he was in poland, they were speaking their native tongue. battered smiled and relaxed, his legs shaking only slightly as he counted down the moments until lunch, and the bottle of scotch awaiting him.
( , Mon 22 Oct 2012, 11:24, Reply)
what was going on now? a rare moment of absolute lucidity gripped him like a downs giving a wank. all the people were speaking strangely, he couldn't understand a word! a trickle of ice cold fear slithered down his back as the people around the table traded mangled words back and forth. had he finally lost his mind? was his wife right, was he working too hard? then it hit him, he was in poland, they were speaking their native tongue. battered smiled and relaxed, his legs shaking only slightly as he counted down the moments until lunch, and the bottle of scotch awaiting him.
( , Mon 22 Oct 2012, 11:24, Reply)
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