Egham’s Razor?
The halcyon mid ‘90s.

When I had my first office temp job it was in a place called Egham in Surry. Nice place. However the job I had to do could be done automagically by specific Access queries. None of the people there knew what to do so I wrote the necessary queries then laid back and did…well nothing really.

So for 2 months… I grew a beard. Because I was doing such a magic and efficient job using ‘computers’ nobody asked me to follicly sort myself out. For two months I stared out of the window into Egham whilst gently tugging my facial hair to improve growth (I don’t think it helped actually growth but it certainly promoted peaceful contemplative thoughts float through my mind)

And I downloaded literally MEGABYTES of interracial scut stories.
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Mon 12 Jan 2009, 15:03, 4 replies)

beards
they soothe the savage beast. and provide a handy storage place for partially ingested biscuits and the like.
(UppityDamnPrimate LET'S OPEN THIS F*CKING PIT UP, Mon 12 Jan 2009, 15:09, closed)

my first girlfriend was from Egham
what a dull yet pretty place I thought and Elton Johns house within walking distance too. In the winter we would pick chestnuts and roast them. On day trips to Staines we would sometimes spot a soon to become famous Craig David on his mountain bike and make wanker signs at him. Ahhhhhh memories.

She was a fucking ace shag too.
( Peej, Mon 12 Jan 2009, 15:20, closed)

that she was
for a labrador!
(UppityDamnPrimate LET'S OPEN THIS F*CKING PIT UP, Mon 12 Jan 2009, 15:47, closed)

More of this
Made me laugh out loud.
(EuroSong I love horse meat: best of all the animals, Mon 12 Jan 2009, 20:13, closed)