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( , Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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Arsenal won 3-0 and I've been promised a curry for dinner tonight once the Mrs gets back from her shopping trip.
I think I'll have a croissant.
Why do you think your life is better than mine? Or why is it shit? Either way suits me fine.
( , Sat 31 Oct 2009, 16:11, 43 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

Al, I cannot possibly compete with that list of epicness and so I shall have to kill myself.
( , Sat 31 Oct 2009, 16:12, Reply)

I quite like you and your mrs. I think on balance the world would be poorer for your passing.
Unless you do it in a really interesting way that makes the papers.
( , Sat 31 Oct 2009, 16:24, Reply)

I have no real desire to off myself really, but I think being impaled upon my Dalek's gunstick might be a fitting way to go.
( , Sat 31 Oct 2009, 16:30, Reply)

And while wearing women's underwear
( , Sat 31 Oct 2009, 16:37, Reply)

I'm not particularly fond of Slayer, Arsenal can go fuck themselves and croissants are overrated.
Curry is win, though, I'll grant you that.
( , Sat 31 Oct 2009, 16:14, Reply)

was a metaphorical expression of my inner smug. I don't actually have one. But I really want one now.
( , Sat 31 Oct 2009, 16:18, Reply)

Don't get upset because your team aren't playing until Monday and are going to Yo-Yo between the Premiership and the Championship for the next few years.
( , Sat 31 Oct 2009, 16:22, Reply)

We're doing a lot better than I anticpated this season but I think that's more down to luck a lot of the time rather than raw talent. Now that the fat barrow boy has taken the club off the market hopefully things can stabilise, but Hughton as full time manager? He might get us back up; if he does I wouldn't be surprised if we came straight back down again.
( , Sat 31 Oct 2009, 16:32, Reply)

All I have to counter you with is a half written essay, a lunch that was rubbish, and sore muscles.
I think I hate you now. Sorry.
( , Sat 31 Oct 2009, 16:40, Reply)

I have no feelings about you one way or another. I feel no need to apologise.
Why are your muscles sore? Are you an unfit lardarse on the internet?
( , Sat 31 Oct 2009, 16:48, Reply)

But I'm not one of those fatties. Think it was when I lifted heavy things last week. Stupid muscles.
I remember when you used to love me Al. Back in your goat-felching days. A better time, I'd say.
( , Sat 31 Oct 2009, 16:58, Reply)

Why did we stop communicating, what happened to let us drift apart like this?
( , Sat 31 Oct 2009, 17:01, Reply)

That would probably do it.
( , Sat 31 Oct 2009, 17:05, Reply)

That's why things actually fell apart :(
( , Sat 31 Oct 2009, 17:11, Reply)

but warm flat with homemade brownies and hot water bottle and fleece blanket is pretty damned good. Also going to a house party tonight so I expect I will have a stinking hangover tomorrow...
( , Sat 31 Oct 2009, 16:51, Reply)

and I'm about to make a cup of tea. Beat that!
( , Sat 31 Oct 2009, 17:00, Reply)

So stick that in your pipe and smoke it smugboy.
I have just been befriended on Facebook by an old girlfriend who it's great to see again and I've also been invited to a 40th birthday party at the end of November by another old friend.
And why would Slayer do a not naughty version of their album? Surely that's not very rock and roll.
( , Sat 31 Oct 2009, 17:05, Reply)

not the album.
( , Sat 31 Oct 2009, 17:15, Reply)

Oh my God you're such a bastard. You will have ruined the autists day by destructuring it through your heartless, contemptible theft. There's now a big Slayer shaped hole in his day that S Club 7 simply cannot fill, however hard he tries to play their album backwards.
I hate you.
( , Sat 31 Oct 2009, 17:19, Reply)

MY GOD MAN, HOW LOW CAN YOU STOOP?
( , Sat 31 Oct 2009, 17:25, Reply)

I'm sat at home with my shoe box full of E numbers waiting for the scary children to arrive.
( , Sat 31 Oct 2009, 17:46, Reply)

and any kids ringing my doorbell will feel the back of my hand.
( , Sat 31 Oct 2009, 18:07, Reply)

It's a faecal posting regulations thing. I send lots of poo through the post, so sadly have to know the code.
( , Sat 31 Oct 2009, 17:51, Reply)

I assumed it was some kind of L33T joke or something, not an actual legal thing. I had no idea there were codes for poo.
( , Sat 31 Oct 2009, 18:06, Reply)

I might have to take them out in case they're poisonous. *glees*
( , Sat 31 Oct 2009, 19:01, Reply)

the only safe way to dispose of them is to put them in an envelope and send them to:
althegeordie
geordietowers
that there london.
( , Sat 31 Oct 2009, 19:03, Reply)
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