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I had steaks'n'drugs'n'rock'n'roll with an old pal on Friday night, slept pretty much all Saturday, had 5 blissful hours with my daughter yesterday, then went to the pub and got pissed. It were reet champion.
Beat THAT, suckahs.
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 9:17, 83 replies, latest was 16 years ago)
despite having all manner of problems at first. Couldn't get the double bass to work through the PA without unbearable crackles and pops, so our bassist had to use an ordinary bass. I almost broke the door to his van, and managed to hit myself in the kneecap with my amp. Then our back drop fell down on our drummer.
Gig was a blinder though. great audience, and we played rather well.
Finished at 1am, and went and sucked down a bunch of spliffs in quick succession.
Did fuck all for the rest of the weekend, other than visit my parents briefly. Went to the pub, played some games, hung out with my mates, got stoned, cooked delicious roast duck with plum sauce. Watched Sherlock Holmes.
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 9:23, Reply)
Is Slapstick of the Week still open?
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 9:25, Reply)
it's entertaining. a no brainer. robert downey jr does a fine english accent and makes a fairly decent holmes.
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 9:47, Reply)
The pub guy was right and you were wrong, vis a vis going on so late?
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 9:56, Reply)
because most people had still left. they were a good audience, but they weren't a large one.
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 10:04, Reply)
I took it to my mum's yesterday and did the whole family (ooh-er). They made wrong noises. I honestly wish I'd filmed it. My mentally unstable aunty was giving us a factual commentary, "Yes, I think the vibrations are penetrating my kidneys... I think there's something happening in my lungs..."
And my mum was like Baloo on the scratchy tree.
Then I had to do an impersonation of a receptionist at a brothel and my dad objected to me saying "Take an anti-bacterial wipe on your way out, madam" to my nana.
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 9:29, Reply)
Talking of wrong noises I fed my daughter baked beans for lunch yesterday, and within 20 minutes she was parping out some top-quality farts, and pissing herself laughing every time she let rip. It was strangely endearing.
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 9:33, Reply)
That's how me and my uncle bonded.
He started courting my aunty and they'd babysit me, and he didn't know what to say to me, I was only four and he wasn't fussy on kids.
Then I started letting them out, noises and smells he couldn't believe cam from something so small and innocent. We were buddies after that.
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 9:36, Reply)
yesterday was the first time I was "trusted" to feed and change my daughter on my own. She will be two in July.
How fucking pathetic is that?
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 9:47, Reply)
What were you gonna do?
Put her nappy on her head and leave her alone with a bag of gob-stoppers?
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 9:49, Reply)
It's fucking insulting.
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 9:54, Reply)
I'm sure you coped admirably. Did your handywork get the once over on her return?
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 9:50, Reply)
I can only assume you scraped a pass, regardless of velcro management and judicial bib usage.
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 9:58, Reply)
before her mother finds out I crapped in her wardrobe.
I so wish this was not a joke.
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 9:59, Reply)
but I didn't, for it was merely a joke.
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 10:08, Reply)
I was kind of hoping for some degenerated dirty protest type situation. Having a dog in the house would make this sort of 'accident' a bit more believable. As long as you took your toilet roll away from the scene of the crime.
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 10:14, Reply)
and walked eight and a quarter miles with my folks yesterday. It's so soggy out there it was fucking hard work.
I had a go at the origami cock at the weekend. This is what I made, swiftly followed by this.
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 9:25, Reply)
It's fucking impossible. I got so frustrated I gnawed on the bloody thing, while taking photos of course.
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 9:29, Reply)
But I hope to finish up with something resembling a cock.
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 9:37, Reply)
After that fucking nonsense...i came home and sparked a bottle of vino. The wife and kids were down at her sisters, and after initial 5 minutes of loneliness, I suddenly realised....I had the house to myself, on a Friday night...
GET THE TUNES ON
Ended up oscillating about the place, a few reefers and ended up watching that new Brian Eno Arena documentary. Really good, but he said something amazingly telling and cynical. Whereby he was explaining how at one point he was producing U2 and Coldplay and as everything was on the one computer he had to be dead careful to label all the files correctly, just in case the songs 'got mixed'. The subtext being, they are so fucking interchangeable, and effectively the same thing, in his eyes, as a producer.
Then the internal conflict begins....can I like the music of a man who priduces these, turdburglars? To a point. His get out of jail free card is always 'An Ending (Ascent)'.
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 9:30, Reply)
who spent years in company of Bryan fucking Ferry and never took the opportunity to beat him to death.
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 9:50, Reply)
but it was a really well put together documentary though, regardless of subject matter.
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 9:56, Reply)
Although I'm an idiot because I have a shitload to sort today and I'm about to hit the sack. Been up since Saturday afternoon. I've also got viewings at two flats sorted so with any luck I can tell the accommodation people in these halls to get stuffed and be out of here in the next couple of days. Will have to sneak out at the dead of night though because I owe them two bags.
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 9:32, Reply)
but I did have a good weekend. I had a proper girlie night on Friday which involved lovely girlies staying over, vast consumption of pizza and sweeties, pjs, dodgy films and a documentary about The Worlds Biggest Penis… turns out his name was Steve or something. Saturday involved bacon, power naps and Chinese food and Sunday involved losing the footie and a scary sugar crash.
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 9:40, Reply)
So that bloke called Jonah isn't the one with the biggest penis anymore?
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 9:46, Reply)
13.5 inches or something - he was scary looking in the face department though.
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 9:49, Reply)
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 9:58, Reply)
in metallic leather trousers I might add.
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 10:25, Reply)
The party was OK but the travelling there and back afterwards was a nightmare.
I spent at least and hour and a half trying to find the place and when I left to drive back to Todmorden it was dense fog which left me completely dissoriantated and I had no idea where on the ring road around Manchester I was.
I managed to drive the wrong way up a one way street in the city centre and also spent about five minutes driving with my lights off until some nice lady in another car managed to inform me by gesturing wildly.
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 9:41, Reply)
It's a good job I can't drive.
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 9:46, Reply)
There will be talk today amongst the Mancunians about a strange green BMW that drove around North Manchester on Saturday evening, behaving erratically and generally being a complete knob.
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 10:05, Reply)
Unlocked a med pack for my avatar on Left 4 Dead 2, and I found out thorntons chocolate cures hangovers.
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 9:41, Reply)
I’ve recently been recruited into the ‘team’ by my friends so we play big campaigns online, there’s something quite therapeutic about smashing zombie heads with a baseball bat.
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 9:44, Reply)
I'm an adult with a passion for shooting zombies in the face. Ha!
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 9:58, Reply)
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 9:59, Reply)
that and we know how to clear rooms, when to reload and the correct tactical situations to use grenades.
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 10:03, Reply)
They'll kill them with their Level 9 War Axes.
*quakes in fucking boots*
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 10:05, Reply)
you really need to have a go on one of the recent Grand Theft Auto games. Then your whole attitude will change.
Last time I started playing, literally the very first thing I did was stroll out of my house and beat a hooker to death with my fists, then steal her money.
I know that you would benefit from doing that sort of thing
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 10:07, Reply)
OMG, Stereotypes, on the internet!
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 10:09, Reply)
where you can pretend to be playing sports!
Wi-cked!!!!!
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 10:14, Reply)
Although when the zombie apocalypse arrives call DiT first, he’s better than me! :)
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 10:34, Reply)
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 11:44, Reply)
But I'm pretty sure there aren't any baseball bat melée weapons. There's a cricket stick though.
The Spang! Of the frying pan is massively amusing though! I need more online action, feel free to send me a FR, my tag is monders360
edit - there is well a baseball bat, I'm just being a monday mong.
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 10:07, Reply)
Ohhhh Yeah! I got my wires crossed, my sincerest apologies. Not used it for a while and forgot about it! It's all about the katana and the axe for me. Hiiiiiya.
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 10:11, Reply)
I'm at a better level than I was previously too. I can actually kill hunters and boomers and things now... rather than keep accidentally shooting my team-mates in the back.
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 10:27, Reply)
I always get gang raped off the Special Infected, and it makes me sad :(
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 10:34, Reply)
I get got by those Jockey things quite frequently, but when other people get attacked I seem to be able to help them as well! :D
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 10:43, Reply)
Nottingham itself, however, does not rule.
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 9:55, Reply)
My grandmother lives there (I'm not suggesting for a moment that she is responsible for the gun crime).
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 9:58, Reply)
and then only on one side of those roads.
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 10:01, Reply)
Got up at 8am for the gym on Saturday, what a healthy bastard.
Watched the German football on Saturday night, a cheeky 1-0 win for Dortmund. Then I got the phonecall.
One of my best mates was having his birthday sesh that very night that I was planning avoiding. Since he called the house and I don't have caller ID I picked up like an idiot.
Needless to say by 6am Sunday morning I was absolutely inebriated and still partying. I'm at work now and so, so tired. Kill me now!
(, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 9:59, Reply)
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