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(, Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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It's fucking cold. Currently it's -9 where I am.
Normally I wouldn't be quite as annoyed, but I have to take 2 buses to work. With delays, I've been waiting outside for 35 minutes since 7:25. Can't feel my fucking feet.
Ah well, it's Friday, and I've managed to move my stuff into my new place, so will start organising that tonight, before going out with work and getting rather ruined.
What have you got planned for the weekend?
Alt Q: If you were use the object to your immediate left to fight waves of incoming enemies, what chance would you stand? Mine is a small box, full of polystyrene. I'm fucked.
EDIT: Fuck! Ah well, he hasn't even asked a question.
EDIT 2: Sorry about that massive picture yesterday, I didn't realise it was that large when I posted it!
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 8:45, 139 replies, latest was 15 years ago)
could manage a dozen baddies or so. I'm in bed, student lol.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 8:48, Reply)
Look - there's another one!
It indicates a QUESTION.
I do hope you've apologised to everyone for posting that FUCKING MASSIVE IMAGE yesterday, forcing RSwipe to delete the post you put it in a reply to before someone GOT THE FUCKING SACK.
If not your only question should be 'do you forgive me for posting an image visible from space yesterday?
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 8:51, Reply)
What you see in your drug addled fantasies is not factual. Did you dream you were on the Moon last night?
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 8:53, Reply)
I dreamt that David Cameron, Barak Obama, Kim Jong-Il and Nicolas Zarkozy were locked in deadly hand-to-hand fighting, whilst a retarded Geordie with one CSE in Woodwork held the supreme British military strategic position.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 8:59, Reply)
Next to you, everyone's diminutive.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 10:02, Reply)
But he's a rugby player so is probably on steroids or something.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 10:25, Reply)
Just so you know, if she did to me, and you were in the same possition as I currently am in (bunhole pictureless), then I would do the right honerable thing and MMS it to you.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 9:07, Reply)
*sigh*, I'm soo bumholeless.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 9:11, Reply)
to my right I have one of these because I am a total geek, that might take out a few before they got me and its quite solid.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 9:08, Reply)
Or trying to and getting annoyed and frustrated with the dismal combination of my own incompetence and that of my nine-year-old technical support boy in Bangalore. Daughter tomorrow morning.
Alt: stupid nombie-esque question, but to answer it I wouldn't do too badly as it's a fire door behind which I would be able to hide.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 9:17, Reply)
But what was it? Don't repost, just describe.
Tonight I've got a meal and pissup with colleagues, tomorrow I'm driving to Kent (if the roads are clear enough) for my mum's birthday, and staying at my sister's overnight.
Alt: That would be a computer mouse, as I tend to use them in my left hand. I suppose I could swing it like a morning star, it's a pretty sturdy one so should last a few bashes.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 9:22, Reply)
it was of a semi-naked man, about A3 in size.
I am neither jesting nor really exaggerating. It remained there for about half an hour until Rachel saved the day with some judicious deleting.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 9:28, Reply)
but I wanted to wait before deploying such a nuclear option.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 9:31, Reply)
They practically resonate, making me look like I have Parkinson's.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 9:38, Reply)
That stuff goes everywhere, and then in summer you get swarms of wasps attacking your swollen, vibrating face.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 9:41, Reply)
The fuckers don't stand a chance. My weekend is getting off to a bad start because I have to work a split shift today until 2.30 a.m. on what will undoubtedly be one of the busiest nights of the year. After that, it might pick up. Who knows.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 9:29, Reply)
My mate has lent me 30 quid and it's my old housemate's birthday, she's been pestering me to join her this evening (I am the life and soul of most social gatherings in the north east, after all). In reality I'll probably sit indoors chain smoking and doing work all weekend.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 9:41, Reply)
given your impecunious position? The combination of that and your petty thievery should make that £30 last a while...
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 9:47, Reply)
I'm avoiding rollups because I'm doing my very best to steer clear of falling into the student stereotype any further.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 9:53, Reply)
but sometimes pride has to be swallowed and I fear this is one such occasion.
(hark at me, financial advisor)
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 9:56, Reply)
How many cigarilloes would a five/six quids worth of baccy et all get you? If it's a fair amount I may investigate.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 9:59, Reply)
which share many dimension characteristics with a cocktail stick
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 10:05, Reply)
That's true. Probably double that then. Although prison rollies really are a false economy because they burn down stupidly quickly, leaving the smoker really unsatisfied. If you pack the baccy in, the cigarette lasts longer, meaning more satisfaction and less overall cigarettes smoked. I will do an experiment at some point and find out which is more effective.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 10:08, Reply)
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I do have far too much time on my hands, I might as well fill it with doing experiments rather than looking for a real job. Next up: What is the most satisfying way to eat a Jammy Dodger?
I need a real job.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 10:14, Reply)
Then, just throw the rest of it in your mouth!
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 10:27, Reply)
Yes, but we need variables! Mind you, I don't even like biscuits, so I don't know why I would feel the need to conduct this experiment.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 10:31, Reply)
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 10:35, Reply)
It can't be a happy death because it wouldn't involve a heroic final pose. It would involve a 'scrunched-up-face-with-hands-on-cheeks' final pose. Which is not heroic in the slightest.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 10:51, Reply)
Alt: a bedside cabinet, fuck yeah!
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 9:42, Reply)
I think I'd be able to take a few with me with it!
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 9:42, Reply)
I spent five minutes bludgeoning zombies with double-ended dildos.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 9:44, Reply)
some helmet starts crapping on about zombies: sometimes I think Jeff and I are the only right-thinking people on B3ta, and he FUCKS DOGS.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 9:53, Reply)
Currently wholly disillusioned with Xbox Live; I can't join any matches or start parties.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 9:50, Reply)
DR2 is much better than the first one, it's worth a punt if you like slaying thousands of zombies.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 9:51, Reply)
Warning a lady in advance of a cock-gaz reduces the impact by as much as 46%
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 9:48, Reply)
poking out of a forest of thick ginger hair
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 9:51, Reply)
because they cannot find the 'mouse' due to its incredibly small size*
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 10:01, Reply)
Beekers and his gf will be joining us later for an aperitif and some fancy little finger food.
Sunday will be a meal with the rents due to it being their birthdays.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 9:46, Reply)
Skint, owing to having to fork out for the central heating and I don't get paid until the 15th.
Alt: A telephone.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 9:47, Reply)
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 9:52, Reply)
Alas, it was not to be. Even if the heating hadn't borked, I fear the journey down would have been impractical :(
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 10:00, Reply)
Can't afford it, not this close to Christmas. The train fare down was going to be a minimum of £200 for starters (I'm not driving that far). Then a hotel for two nights, then the do itself... We'd be back in the financial hole we've just got out of in two days flat.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 10:17, Reply)
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 9:47, Reply)
ok, so. tonight is 6 mile walk to gym then personal training session then dinner with a mate. tomorrow is tidying the flat because my new flatmate moves over in a couple of weeks and gym and then a swing party in the evening. sunday is personal trainer for boxing in the morning then christmas shopping and lunch with a friend and her baby and then either more flat tidying or work.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 9:56, Reply)
What's a swing party? It sounds rather like a car-keys-in-the-fruit-bowl scenario...
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 9:58, Reply)
it's a party in a nightclub where the first hour or so is a swing dancing lesson. then it's just boozing and clubbing after that.
we have to go in 1920's or 30's gear. hey, maybe i should borrow monty's nazi uniform!?
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 10:01, Reply)
that would be glorious!
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 10:06, Reply)
Shouting at a router and then an Indian child in a desperate attempt to have television and internet in my home isn't my idea of a fun night AT ALL.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 10:09, Reply)
date of birth and phone number for the 8th time in one call that you begin to lose your mind. It's like being interrogated in Guantanamo Bay. Except they probably have working TV and internet there.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 10:14, Reply)
i have been reduced to tears of pure rage by the virgin call centre staff, it was like boiling water pouring out of me eyes.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 10:17, Reply)
I've only had to call them once and whilst 'Sue' had quite an accent, she fixed the problem I had within about five minutes.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 10:18, Reply)
it took them about 4 months to fix this, which included 2 appointments where i waited in ALL SATURDAY and they never showed. when the bastard engineer finally did turn up, then looked at my box and said there was nothing he could do, i nearly locked the door and took him hostage.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 10:20, Reply)
for which you ought to be grateful
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 10:22, Reply)
instead of just one, I agree. At least you can threaten to move your business to someone equally as fucktarted but slightly cheaper.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 10:26, Reply)
if the problem is with the infrastructure, which it usually is. Only one company is allowed to fiddle with the actual wires, and they are beholden to nobody and can therefore act like massive cunts, which they frequently do.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 10:29, Reply)
Oh Rachel, you're your own worst enemy sometimes.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 10:22, Reply)
I think violence would have been justifiable in that instance - christ, I hope I never have a problem with them now!
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 10:22, Reply)
it worked though. i got it fixed within hours of him receiving it!
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 10:30, Reply)
My Dad went to a World War Two themed 'officers and soldiers' party once. So he wore some rags and shaved his head.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 10:05, Reply)
but i don't actually know the girl whose party it is, i am going along with friends, so i had better play it safe. also i pay my hairdresser FAR too much for me to shave it all off now!
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 10:07, Reply)
I am a man of zero wealth and extremely dubious taste'
'Sympathy for the Boyce' by the Rolling Stones.
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(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 10:19, Reply)
as part of my masters i have to do some observational sessions at a theatre, and they have given me a children's theatre. i had to go from work. i weighed up dragging in a bag in the snow to get changed and thought, sod it - you never know, the theatre company might need legal advice or one of the parents might need private client stuff, so i'd better look smart and maybe i can pitch for my firm at the same time.
to quote julia roberts... "big mistake. big. HUGE. i have to go shopping now". literally every other fucker in the theatre was barefoot and in dreadlocks, black leggings and a t-shirt, whereas i was marauding around in my new pale grey trouser-suit and killer heels. i felt like a total moron. then we went into the studio, at which point the director asked me if i would mind removing my shoes. i agreed. then remembered. froze. oh no. oh no no no.
"i won't slip and sue," i pleaded. but it was no good. apparently their wooden floors are important to them. so i took off the high heels, stashed them in my bag, joined the circle of children who were all staring at me beadily. i was introduced, and the children were told not to worry and to ask me anything they liked. sure enough, within about 1 second, a hand shot in the air. beadily.
"miss angelina, why is this lady wearing odd socks?"
one nice neat black sock, and one hot pink sock with "sexy" on the side (it's ironic, ok). damn my slovenly ways, although even with the whole class of children laughing at me, i still think life is too short to spend it pairing fucking socks!
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 10:27, Reply)
i know the joke, but in this case the pink one lost its twin a long time ago.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 10:32, Reply)
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 10:33, Reply)
life IS too short to spend pairing socks. This is why I have 10-20 identical pairs of black cotton socks. Fuck 'em, they're kids, what do they know - when they have to pair their own socks they'll realise what a genius you are!
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 10:30, Reply)
all his socks are identical. but the thing is, sometimes i quite like pretty socks. until it comes to washing day.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 10:33, Reply)
socks. Are all of you that feckless to find it that difficult?
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 10:42, Reply)
my own two year old child pointed and pissed herself laughing at me because I was wearing odd socks, saying 'silly Daddy'.
So I punched her in the face and locked her in a cupboard.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 10:36, Reply)
I'm gonna get all 'Baby P' on her ass if she gives me any more shit tomorrow.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 10:44, Reply)
I have visions of you in 5 years time tied to a tree and your daugher and her friends running round whooping and hollering, dressed as Indians.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 10:46, Reply)
But this is only because they're not my kids and they eventually have to go home.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 10:50, Reply)
with text-book 'fee fi fo fum' booming voice and doing sound effect crashes when I took steps. I tired of it long before she did.
She insisted on calling me 'giant' all day. 'Let's play Play-Doh, Giant' etc. and introducing me to all her toys.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 10:53, Reply)
If the rail network is up to it.
Massive drugz and Honda Accordz.
(, Fri 3 Dec 2010, 10:32, Reply)
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