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So for my first post, I'm going to announce that my girlfriend and I just broke up the other day. I'm playing a gig in Croydon tonight, so will be after drunken sympathy sex.
What's on the agenda for you guys?
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 17:34, 101 replies, latest was 15 years ago)
but in Exeter.
I will not be giving you drunken sympathy sex.
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 17:35, Reply)
Today I have a monster hangover.
I supposed to be going out and doing it all over again this evening and if I don't go, I'll be letter people down, but I really don't fancy going.
No significant other in my life, I won't be looking for or offering sympathy sex this evening. I'm far too broken to engage in anything like that.
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 17:43, Reply)
It's probably batshitmentalist/workboresme/rogerthestarfish
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 17:50, Reply)
b3ta.com/questions/confess/post843307
But I also like this: b3ta.com/questions/offtopic/post847606
This led to me gazzing her to prove that I never once fell for it, and then me and her having drunken abusive gaz exchanges. I've told her I'm praying for her.
EDIT, despite Al bringing this up today, watch her have a go at ME for it.
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 18:07, Reply)
You should publish any offensive gaz she sends you.
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 18:16, Reply)
But it was ok because I was drunk and I'd only had four beers after some karaoke and I didn't drive a car home afterwards.
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 18:19, Reply)
you could always delete it afterwards. but it would cheer up my evening at work no end.
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 18:20, Reply)
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 18:22, Reply)
I always swore I'd never get involved in internet madness like this, but pah, I have 25 mins before I'm getting ready, I'd like to entertain you lot with her and my madness, and I can always disappear in my fighter jet...
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 18:31, Reply)
I'm almost having some morals here.
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 18:40, Reply)
and it is mean of me to ask. but i am just being nosy and bored, not malicious, and you are just entertaining me.
i know, gaz it to me in my capacity as your lawyer!
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 18:45, Reply)
Or heaven forbid she drives around Liverpool looking for me after a few beers and some karaoke
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 18:48, Reply)
But I'm remaining a vigilant archivist. Like a less creepy and more petty Chompy.
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 18:59, Reply)
meanwhile detective roota, do we think the new boy is bert???
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 19:01, Reply)
and the excitement of trying to work out how to turn on the heating.
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 17:53, Reply)
I'm fucking FREEZING, and my piercing hurts.
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 17:54, Reply)
I may have injured my back in my fall, either that, or my kidneys are playing up again. I resolve to solve this with moar lying down and drugs.
Do you ever want to see saline solution again?
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 17:55, Reply)
Feel better soon yeah?
Yes, in about two hours when I have to wash it again.
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 18:01, Reply)
over you nipples every few hours? I can't help thinking you should have asked for volunteers
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 18:03, Reply)
luckily it was tepid, so I'm making up for it and intend to scald myself. Plenty of Lush goodies too.
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 18:08, Reply)
Yes, you should come out of there smelling like a goddess, but looking like a lobster.
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 18:14, Reply)
the bruises on my knees are showing up bright purple, it's highly entertaining.
I smell of generic Lush, I forgot what was in my box and just picked one at random.
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 18:26, Reply)
Your nips are gonna spew puss everywhere now. I'm sorry Applebite, but I no longer want to see your breasts.
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 17:57, Reply)
I shall have you know it's doing very well and there is no puss to be seen. But SADFACE anyway, not even when it's healed?
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 18:01, Reply)
but pierced nipples really don't do anything for me.
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 18:02, Reply)
And I also went to the pub to have a pint with my dad and watch Everton draw with Fulham. I'm not bothered by that but I am bothered by my nephew's shameful sour grapes tantrum.
As an Evertonian he needs to learn to deal with failure.
EDIT 0-0 is still a draw, right?
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 18:09, Reply)
It was so very nearly a dignified affair...
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 18:41, Reply)
but my dad is ill. so i ended up staying longer at my niece's 4th birthday party than i meant to, and have thus arrived at work a LOT later than i like to be. this will be the worst saturday night ever, ever, ever. on the plus side, i am then off for most of next week, hoorah.
on the back of a 3am finish on thu night and a late late hammered finish last night, there is nothing worse than a 4 year old's birthday party. but I SAT RIGHT NEXT TO STEPHEN FRY at dinner/cocktails, which we thought was quite exciting.
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 18:10, Reply)
he was there with friends and we were quite desperately drunk, so it would have been a Bad Thing.
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 18:16, Reply)
... so do i. he's never ill normally! plus since losing my mum so unexpectedly i get really really panicky if i think anything might happen to him. which drives him mad, he's about the bluffest gruffest yorkshireman you could imagine.
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 18:23, Reply)
Did you get your niece anything pink for her birthday?
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 18:35, Reply)
I am annoyed with how shit Arsenal's defence was today. Hopefully just a blip!
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 18:31, Reply)
What is this bullshit I see above? How's your weekend going?
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 18:35, Reply)
I hold you responsible Bob.
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 18:36, Reply)
well the fact that i am at work and on here instead of having a nice hangover-cure dinner with my daddy and my brother says it all. but luckily i have you lot to cheer me up!
(*slits wrists*)
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 18:37, Reply)
I've just had dinner and I'm about to get ready to go out for the night.
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 18:39, Reply)
Sorry you workaholic mentallist I am off out for poker tonight. Real game, no cheating.
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 18:39, Reply)
Would notice me manipulating the shuffle.
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 18:42, Reply)
Did city play?
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 18:38, Reply)
Got a 0-0 away at Burnley. Given they've won all 4 home games and City have been poor this season, I'm more than happy with that.
I'll gloss over the fact they missed a pen, hit the woodwork 3 times and according to the stats had 27 shots on goal and claim City played well.
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 18:40, Reply)
Right I have to be a homo and wash my hair as it smells of bonfires. I love Autumn!!!
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 18:42, Reply)
I'd just like to accuse you and your manager of being idiotic. EVERYBODY KNEW that Almunia wasn't upto the task this season and Wenger needed to do whatever it took to get a top class keeper on board. For example I see that Athletico Madrid guy is available for £17m.
So now we get another "nearly" season from Arsenal and I have to watch fucking russian moneybags run away with the title again while Man Utd do everything in their power to persuade the refs and FA to keep them in with a chance. Yawnsome!
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 19:14, Reply)
How do United manipulate the FA to keep them in with a chance?
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 19:18, Reply)
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 20:17, Reply)
Aunt Bessies giant yorkshire pudding, veggie sausages, mash and peas. I'll be lucky if I get my pants on tonight, never mind get them taken off.
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 18:50, Reply)
But I did have a massive fish, chips and mushy peas in a pub at about 4.30. Oops.
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 18:58, Reply)
But the way you're talking tonight makes me think you'll pull. I've been right about such things before, albeit not on a flippin' internet message board.
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 19:17, Reply)
Besides, once again let me state that I am off teh cock.
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 19:19, Reply)
I sometimes wonder if half the reason I've ever gone to pubs is to pull random women. And of course that never happens. As I get older I'm finding solace in keeping to mine and not acting like such a (male) tart. For a while anyway.. if the drought continues much into my 30s I'm going to act like the devil's own tart.
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 19:27, Reply)
I'm behaving myself and going to be a sad loner. Getting a takeaway, gonna play some Civ5 and probably watch a film tonight.. Yawn, weekends without booze are so slow and boring....
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 19:11, Reply)
Get the feeling I should get out to the local since it's Saturday night but really don't feel like going out at all. Spent last night in the local "Working Men's Club" dancing like an aggressive orangutang to radge drum and bass, then tried to get a very, very fat girl back to mine in rather lecherous fashion, then about 50 people started a fight in the street and the police showed up. Definitely not going out, not yet anyway.
Got my wine and records and central heating right here. Sorted.
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 19:15, Reply)
shame there's never anything good round here on a saturday
well, to be fair, it may just be I'm too old to realise there is something on
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 19:19, Reply)
The music was cool and there were a few people properly into it, but mostly the vibe was proper edgy. As soon as I walked in I said to a friend, "It's all going to kick off at some point" and sure enough it did. Kept my thick winter coat on the whole time - didn't dare take it off for fear it would be nicked.
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 19:30, Reply)
I miss nights like that. Well not trying to pull a fat bird obviously.
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 19:21, Reply)
I'm going to lounge around in my longjohns and then go to bed around eleven.
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 19:30, Reply)
And she was in a rage, she could only see red. She picked up the mangled carcous of the cat one last time, for one last moment, she decided that with all her might this time the window would break. This time she noticed the shadow of the man standing in the door behind her, but she didn't care, she was too far gone. With one almight scream and a yell of might, she swong her arm in an arc and the cat broke through the window pane, a million shards flecked the floor like dimonds on a crimson channel dress.
All thoughts came rushing to her, a million and one, but all she could say was "Hi", him likewise. Looking at her she was as vengfull as ever, he could remember his last encounter, he wore the scars with equal shame and pride, depending on the company.
She ran at him, beat her fists into his chest, over and over, "YOU BASTARD, YOU BASTARD", he stood there, as tall and as erect as a man made of stone. She beat him over and over until he grabbed her wrists, and she sacumed, exorsted from her previous furry. She lay into his hot sweaty chest, and their sweat from forehead to chest became one. Oh, by the way, he's topless in this, donno why.
After a moment, he saw the cat, or it may have been cats, lord knows how many, definatly ploral. Not a glass surfice in site. And he knew, there and then, that she was his. They rip their clothes off and begin the passon.
Hours later, it was ended, there was feecies everywhere, the urine indisguingashable from animal to human; male to female. He picked up his clothes, and walked out the door. "Wait, where are you going? You can't just leave me here again, not like this", so he replied to her, with a wink and a smile, "Fuck off, Sis.".
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 20:56, Reply)
well done, i am in such a work-strop that was quite an achievement!
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 21:14, Reply)
I was cursing Leonard Cohen for not coming in later. Your story was awesome set to a psuedo-parisian-cafe-accordian soundtrack.
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 21:19, Reply)
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