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(, Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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Lo and behold, I was awoken by the very definition of a 'raving' lunatic roaring as he bounced up our street. There was a sick-looking old bloke acting nervous (he may be unconnected) and a little baldy bloke (possibly on the phone to the madman) changing his mind TWICE about walking up my street.
What annoys me is, I'll probably never know what caused the mad fat cunt to wake us all up.
It will never be as amusing as the gay domestic, so as disturbances go, it fails.
What's going on in your 'hood?
Or what's in your dreams? (I can't share mine yet. I haven't come to terms with it.)
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 8:11, 130 replies, latest was 16 years ago)
so have started clearing up all the damage caused on wednesday by the rain. I was driving to school this morning and saw the farmer up the road had five dead calves all piled up which made me all sad.
In my dreams... I don't remember. Your dream sounds terrifying though!
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 8:15, Reply)
Dream started out normal, but it turned ominous.
Was meant to be a day trip, but the bf mistook a shanty town in Stoke for Alton Towers car park, and took up a game of footy in some city zoo and leisure complex. Then I got lost in fields in the burny sun, then they wouldn't let me see the dolphins, and he was still playing footy, then the place closed with me outside and the carpark suddenly became a crack den, and then this fella got me, and he was going "Look at your body language. You're giving away that you're intimidated. You're fucked now..." and nobody would help me.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 8:22, Reply)
Do you never have nice dreams? I had liquorice in mine just now, but I can't remember anything else.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 8:24, Reply)
but I suppose bad dreams are better than bad shit actually happening.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 8:30, Reply)
I hate dreams like that.
In other news, I got 17 out of 20 on my latest chemistry test, which made me do a happy dance. :D And I'm going to a party tomorrow! Yay! Party!
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 8:26, Reply)
Mine have narratives, and are sometimes episodic and expect them to run the credits at the end.
By lady doesn't remember any of her dreams.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 8:37, Reply)
Or are you worried it was a special Mars bar?
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 8:41, Reply)
FOR Mars Bars. He was asking my price in Mars Bars. He was a madman.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 8:44, Reply)
I interpret this as your worry that DJTP will sell you into the scandinavian white slave trade, for less than the going rate.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 8:49, Reply)
I'm listening to Sleeper and waiting to go to work. We've been delayed which is shit cos I need to go to the opticians this afternoon to get me shades fixed for tomorrow. Won't have time at this rate.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 8:29, Reply)
With your paedo shades.
Good on you for Sleeper though. I can hear Sale of the Century all in my head now.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 8:33, Reply)
And you can't go to football without oversized ahades. It's the rules.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 9:48, Reply)
because once the weather starts improving they start feeling better and then decide to stop taking their medication.
I haven't been having bad dreams but every time I lie down to go to sleep I get a really short vision of me or someone I care about getting hit by a car. It's like it has replaced that falling dream that people usually have when they're just nodding off.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 8:37, Reply)
But even in work we do get more crazies in summer so there could be something in this.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 8:40, Reply)
I wake up grabbing hold of the bed clothes, and have been known to scream like Ned Flanders.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 8:40, Reply)
that the falling dream is some kind of hangover from when early man slept in trees to keep away from wild animals. Might be rubbish but it is a common one.
Ned's scream always cracks me up, "It's true, I'm a mur-diddly-urdler!"
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 8:55, Reply)
Where I wake up with my right foot pressing against an invisible brake peddle to avoid a crash. Could the two be connected?
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 9:01, Reply)
Maybe you are the next evolutionary step. Your braking dream is a remnant of your ancestors motoring near-misses.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 9:50, Reply)
the past couple of days
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 9:02, Reply)
I'm buying popcorn for 'Roger' and his next installment.
There'll be trouble at mill soon. It's too blissfull right now.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 9:07, Reply)
I see all my pictures during the day. Day off lie in today.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 8:56, Reply)
Police were round last week, bashing someones front door in. Everyone was out googly-eying the spectacle, thinking it was some drugs bust.
Some old geezer had fallen over and couldn't open the door to his carer.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 8:57, Reply)
I had a baby with a guy who was a bastard so I had left him (and the baby obviously) and started a new life. However he tracked me down and made me spend tiem with this devil child who was a cross between Chuckie and Stewie (but with a normal shaped head) called Tia (the name of my dog IRL) anyway I managed to escape using a teleportation device and then I spend a lot of my dream running away from him in a massive Vegas style Casino/hotel (I think I was looking for my new boyfriend and I think I was with some people but I forget who they were supposed to be) then I was running through the kitchen and he caught me again and then I woke up.
I may never sleep again
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 9:02, Reply)
Then you'll never have to worry about it again.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 9:06, Reply)
So I'm going standing in Manchester, which I'm not too upset about. I cannot fucking wait, and it's in December.
I'm now debating going back to sleep vs making something of my day vs sorting out my walldrobe in the hope of finding my baccy.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 9:21, Reply)
so I didn't have time to dream last night :-(
But I have some real corkers from time to time.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 9:27, Reply)
Da DUH, da DUH, da duh-duh-duh da DUH
Da DUH, da DUH, da duh-duh-duh da DUH
Edit - Shit, that's "Bewitched"
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 9:32, Reply)
Dooooo DOO, doo doo doo doooo doo
Dooooo DOO, doo doo doo doooo doo
Dooooo DOO, doo doo doo doooo doo
DOO do do do DOO
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 9:34, Reply)
I was thinking that, but I typed out the theme tune to Bewitched. HOW MAD AM I?!!
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 9:36, Reply)
Ba ba ba ba baaaa BA bababababa
doo doodoodoo doo doo doodoodoodoodoooooo
One million points to anyone that gets it
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 9:45, Reply)
but it's not right
Thats
DOOLALOOLOOO DOOLALOODOODOO
DOOLALOOLOO DOOLALOO DOO DOO DOOLALOO DOOLALOO DOOOOALOOOOOOOOOO
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 9:51, Reply)
"I take massive drugs and love David Bowie"
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 9:54, Reply)
I find your rack of paste disturbing...
RELEASE HIM VADER
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 10:06, Reply)
i had a personal training session this morning (6.30am... applause please?) during which i passed out. apparently breakfast really is the most important meal of the day. what a tool.
anyway, when i recovered, she was making me do a bit of boxing, which i've never done before, it was great. until i inadvertently smacked myself in the chin. what a total tool.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 9:36, Reply)
Are you liable to pass out? Take up boxing, the sport for people with half a brain or less.
"it never done me any harm." Ken Cleanairsystems.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 9:42, Reply)
I'd rather the scally boys were into boxing rather than using guns, knives and dogs as weapons.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 9:44, Reply)
I saw a program where some guy was teaching inner city 'youfs' boxing. He pretty much had 3 different gangs of lads, all of whom took up boxing and stopped stabbing each other outside the Co-op.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 9:51, Reply)
which not only gets them fit, but lets them get any aggression out, plus the guys that teach boxing and are normally fucking nails so they learn a bit of respect for elders too.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 9:59, Reply)
In mitigation, the boxers I met at school, were all nutters, who used their fists as weapons against anyone they wished to.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 10:01, Reply)
This guy had that place running with the utmost respect and discipline, probably because if a kid stepped out of line he'd legitimately belt seven shades of shit out of the tyke.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 10:02, Reply)
it was totally my fault though, and i was fine to carry on after a sports drink. i feel amazing now!
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 10:07, Reply)
"I did some boxing training today and somebody passed out!"
Makes you sound more heroic, no need to mention who passed out and when
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 9:45, Reply)
But most mornings I can hear the upstairs neighbour puking their guts out. Both her and her fella are on the tubby side, so it ain't bulimia (unless they're shit), and it's been going on for about 6 months now. It's not the most pleasant of things to hear first thing in the morning.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 9:45, Reply)
They're both proper sour, scowling bastards though. All my other neighbours smile and wave, but not those two cunts.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 9:48, Reply)
It takes a while
Also
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 9:50, Reply)
With "Finish her!" written on it.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 9:52, Reply)
My cat moves out tomorrow morning and despite being (obviously) really fucking hard and everything, it'll be a very sad day for me.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 9:57, Reply)
Always being late with the rent, never doing his fair share of the dishes, and leaving clumps of hair and 'fluids' clogging up the drain.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 10:01, Reply)
but what I'm really interested is how the cat gave it's notice.
edit - also, you're a massive cunt - see below.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 10:02, Reply)
and, even though he's only a cat, he was still able to use apostrophes correctly, which is a great deal more than can be said for you.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 10:13, Reply)
He's moving to the country where he'll have a garden etc and won't have to be locked in a flat all day looking out of the window. He's so fucking fat it's embarrassing, and needs to run around and get more out of life.
It's the right thing to do but that doesn't make it pleasant.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 10:03, Reply)
with little pawprints on.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 10:12, Reply)
but seeing as it's my ex's parents (an old ex - I wouldn't let my baby-mother's ghastly pikey parents anywhere near my cat) that will be never.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 10:14, Reply)
local Fox Gang and lose
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 10:16, Reply)
and keys TGB's car
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 10:23, Reply)
Which is odd, considering I'm only 22.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 9:47, Reply)
from a bloke I've not spoken to for two years. I didn't answer.
I also didn't answer the two calls or the text I've had from the chappie who invited me to try out for his band last Friday. When I checked them out on Myspace it turned out that his idea of blues/country rock is actually ‘weedy indie’ by my reckoning. He was a nice kid and he had some of the most massive drugs I’ve sampled in ages – and they have their own rehearsal space just up the road from me….but they’re shit and I don’t know how to say this without being a cunt so I am officially chickening out of the whole thing.
Cool, eh?
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 9:48, Reply)
He wants us to do an acoustic set at his band's gig night in a couple of weeks.
I predict fal but I'm dying to dust off the cobwebs and SING FOR THE LORD!
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 9:50, Reply)
Sending my BFF pictures implying I said she was a bitch. I'm not inviting you to mrs al's awesome birthday party now.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 10:01, Reply)
If it's any consolation, she replied with a gaz chock full of painful things she's going to do to me.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 10:03, Reply)
You can watch Clenders kick me in the balls and take my kneecaps.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 10:05, Reply)
That they were twee, lame-ass, piss-weak indie wank.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 10:00, Reply)
I was so high at the time, I would have agreed to trying out for a Bowie tribute band.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 10:10, Reply)
look at what happened to that black guy after he started talking about his
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 9:55, Reply)
I don't get hugs much in my life, not many, and although wearing an extra smooth dressing gown isn't a replacement, it reminds me of the days when I did get hugs, the good old days, before the darkness came and took over.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 9:55, Reply)
I know I shouldn't laugh at your posts but I can't help myself
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 9:56, Reply)
Someone has left passive aggressive notes around the house saying things like "Clean me" and "I need a polish". I was going to do it all today as a suprise off my own back, but now it's like they've told me to do it, and because I've been told to do it, I don't want to do it, as a form of rebellian. PLUS, plus, I half cleaned the kitchen yesterday but didn't finish because I had work to go to, and there was no recongition at all !
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 10:00, Reply)
Where did you get it? My favourite one was free after I collected tokens from Nescafe Jars.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 9:56, Reply)
My dad bought it for my mum, but she's going through The Change so it made her uncomfortable and warm. I loved her in it. She looked like a little fat polar bear or a baby penguin, but anyway, I've won because I have a superior quality white towelling dressing gown instead of my usual Primark affairs.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 10:16, Reply)
Also, I had a vague urge to photoshop a black bob on a polar bear, but that's passed now.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 10:17, Reply)
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