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(, Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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My name is Craig. I have several qualifications, an employment history you simply wouldn't believe, and a dog. My life may seem full, but in fact, it is missing the companionship of a good woman. The only relationship I have had recently was with 'Big Eric', and that was fleeting. For some reason he could only perform in the shower block, which meant that as he was a somewhat lardy type with slightly dubious personal hygiene standards, our trysts took place every other Sunday, just before Top Gear.
On the plus side, I no longer make a noise when I fart which means I can blame it on anyone in the immediate vicinity. This is another skill I shall add to my extensive CV.
Will you marry me?
(, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 21:53, 80 replies, latest was 16 years ago)
I do, however, have an injured hand. What do you suggest I do to remedy this?
(, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 21:58, Reply)
I'd suggest the services of a virile army "medic", who will manipulate the injury in the style of a polar bear playing on an X-Box. Then sell your story to the press in the hope of being paid enough to have a bionic hand grafted on instead.
The benefit of bionic hands is that there is no feeling in them, therefore, when you're having a wank it feels like someone else is doing it.
That will be £50 please. For my wedding fund, you understand.
(, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 22:03, Reply)
By the way, each consultation enters you into a free draw. The prize is your very own fighter jet and an all expenses paid trip to the arctic region of your choice.
(, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 22:14, Reply)
You need the benefit of press publicity, the right equipment, and the ability to drop out at the last minute as you'd forgotten you'd left the gas on.
£50 please. And I've got my eye on you, you saucy mare.
(, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 22:05, Reply)
am off to arrange the purchase of equipment that will never be used
(, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 22:47, Reply)
On a human, anyway.
(, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 22:52, Reply)
your first wife presents as a transexual; does this mean you paedo up young boys as well as girls ?
(, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 22:14, Reply)
I was young, inexperienced and frankly would have married a Scouser at that time in my life.
I got it right later. For about ten days.
(, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 23:09, Reply)
I've foolishly stuck a raisin up my nose, how would you suggest I remove it?
(, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 22:11, Reply)
Have you got a pillow handy? To bite down on, of course.
(, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 22:12, Reply)
there's never an althegeordie around when you need one. Monty'll have to do, I'm afraid.
(, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 22:31, Reply)
were there any justice in this crazy, mixed up world.
(, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 23:11, Reply)
but am unsure of some of the niceties of the procedure.
Does one photograph one's old chap from above or below? If the latter, is it poor form to have one's gurning visage visible in the background? And lighting - is a spotlight vulgar or merely arty? Have you found black and white or colour to be most effective?
And is a followup flaccid-gaz a bit too honest? Are there any pitfalls you can help me avoid?
Sometimes Debrett's is woefully inadequate.
(, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 22:19, Reply)
Clendrix is a lady of some good taste and sensible advice. She does a grown up job in the big city, and is invariably right on such matters.
I didn't get where I am today by being myself, you know.
(, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 22:25, Reply)
And I'd been under a lot of pressure at work.
(, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 22:26, Reply)
It's just that after the last photo, I had a sudden craving for cocktail sausages.
(, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 22:29, Reply)
It looked like I'm hung like a baby mouse, I'll give you that, but in reality I'm more akin to a RAMPANT VOLE.
*science talk, you won't understand
(, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 22:41, Reply)
YESSSSSS!!!!! ROUND ONE TO MONTYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!
*does Frank Drebin baseball dance*
(, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 22:46, Reply)
I'd suggest an invitation to the opera as an opening gambit, personally.
If you are going gaz a picture of your cock to an unsuspecting lady, I'd suggest that you get someone else to stand in as a stunt double, to add to the illusion.
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and I shower daily AND brush my teeth a lot. AND I have a high IQ.
Fido never puts me down like this, I can tell you.
(, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 22:28, Reply)
Then I lie in my basket and dream of owning a computer shop, wagging my little tail.
(, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 22:38, Reply)
Would you like to marry me? We could honeymoon at the South Pole; it would be excellent.
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consider it a deal.
(, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 22:32, Reply)
I am much less cynical than I was as a younger man, also my sartorial standards are forming a rather alarming parabola as I veer from suits to skatewear. Do you have any medical advice or can you advise on any lifestyle changes I can enact to regain my former cynicism, streetsuavitude and, dare I say, joie de vivre?
I'll be jolly grateful if you can, old boy.
(, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 22:42, Reply)
Can I call you Dozer? It reminds me of the Matrix. I was everybody's stunt double in that you know.
Anyway, yes; your problem. I'm afraid that medical advice is useless in this type of situation, uness you're willing to fork out a fortune on psychotherapy (note: must get round to qualifying).
Skatewear is generally fine if you can actually skate; however, if you're over the age of 25 I'd suggest staying away from the 'jeans around the buttocks look'. Actually, stay away from that look anyway; it only looks vaguely respectable on potty training toddlers and even then it's a bit wrong.
My advice would be to have a look on the Daily Mail website (or even the Sun's, they have half naked laydees on that one, some of whom look as if the've been to one of the Poles already if their nipples are to be believed) and check out some of the comments to stories about immigrunts. You'll soon be as right as rain.
(, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 22:57, Reply)
And my friends call me Plummers, so yeah, call me Dozer.
So, what about the bipolar sartorialism?
I am still in need of help.
(, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 23:01, Reply)
One look for the day, another for night. Or, if you're feeling especially flamboyant, you could go for the Two Face out of Batman look and go half and half.
It's a winner.
(, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 23:07, Reply)
Can you help with that one?
(, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 23:11, Reply)
Try taking up a hobby. Polar exploration's good, and has the added benefit of being able to drop out at the last minute whilst fucking off with the sponsorship money.
(, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 23:14, Reply)
The last line of dialogue:
Master of Death: When cut across the neck, a sound like wailing winter winds is heard, they say. I'd always hoped to cut someone like that someday, to hear that sound. But to have it happen to my own neck is...ridiculous.
[dies]
Top five film for me, that one.
(, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 23:15, Reply)
How goes it, Monty old bean? I have just ordered the original 12" of Temptation by New Order.
As a massive, long term Joy Division fan it's taken me the best part of fifteen years to be able to listen to New Order.
Funny I know.
(, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 23:19, Reply)
I must confess I have never 'got' either band.
Today, for me, it's all about 'Dirty Robber':
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YwcAdwTipYE
(, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 23:27, Reply)
Or as James Murphy refers to them, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
(, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 23:30, Reply)
EDIT I've seen The Sonics - what a show.
(, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 23:32, Reply)
Closest I get to reggae is jungle.
Or perhaps this, one of my favourite (and most prized) records:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IQxvo_9DEqY
(, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 23:34, Reply)
In a film. On the telly. I could totally sort his eyes out, being a newly qualified opthalmic surgeon and all that.
(, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 23:37, Reply)
They were the band The Sonics learned it all from. I do like that Slits number though.
(, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 23:42, Reply)
but there are some great reggae records hidden amidst the faeces, honest.
(, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 23:49, Reply)
You know that our destiny is together. Don't fight it.
I'll bring my dog around to your practice tomorrow. Her anal glands are chronic at the moment and need a good squeeze.
Then we'll get married.
(, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 22:59, Reply)
I know, I'll send her a photo. She'll like that.
(, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 23:35, Reply)
Apart from Big Eric, and I didn't have a great deal of choice in that matter.
Much.
(, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 23:53, Reply)
And shouldn't you be in bed with your teddy bear?
(, Thu 5 Aug 2010, 0:02, Reply)
Blimey, society's worse than I thought after few weeks in prison.
(, Thu 5 Aug 2010, 0:17, Reply)
I was confused for a bit there. Should have known. "imma 14 year old girl". Of course. Will you marry me?
(, Thu 5 Aug 2010, 1:04, Reply)
Blimey that's some multiple personality shit going on. We could be related.
(, Thu 5 Aug 2010, 1:19, Reply)
I've been going out with my boyfriend for about a day now, and he's pressuring me into marrying him. I'm not really sure I'm ready for this level of commitment, but he's really funny and a rich polar-exploring army doctor who raises money for little cancer kiddies.
What should I do?
(, Thu 5 Aug 2010, 10:59, Reply)
I'd say marry him; you have a nice party and a honeymoon, then get it anulled once you've discovered he's not all he's cracked to be.
(, Thu 5 Aug 2010, 18:15, Reply)
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