Mr Nobody
The point is to generally fanny about and hopefully to amuse other b3tans with silliness and fun, so a good petty squabble about the first post is part of the general idea. Except this week when I only got second. So put yer toys back in yer pram and calm down, or I shall smite thee. Anyways..... When we were about 9 or so me and my mate decided that due to the dictatorial attitudes of our parents (they probably didn't buy us something we wanted there and then or told us to tidy up the utter shit holes that were our bedrooms or something) we had had enough, we were off. It was all well planned, we made a list and he would bring one half, I would bring the other, travel as light as poss. So Saturday comes and I get up early, pack my half and trundle round to my mates on my bike (our own wheels, see, we really thought this through) only to have the half hearted buffoon answer the door in his jim jams saying that he'd changed his mind coz bleeding Swap Shop or some such was on the telly and he didn't want to miss it. As he had been responsible for food I had no choice but to go home and sulk. I read in our local paper about 5 years ago that he'd got umpteen years inside for his part in hijacking a lorry full of chocolate, harsh justice I know, but hey, thwart my plans and the karma will get you.

Blah blah longth, grith, kokk.
(tinypod will never learn. Ever., Fri 11 Aug 2006, 16:20, Reply)