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HONK!!!


CFB™
(Sat 21st Feb 2004, 5:02, More)

Please remember, kids...
A mutant kitten is for life, not just for Christmas!

I am a giant mutant kitten. Not strange at all. sdgnsdnfgnjsdgnsdfgndsfglk!

CFB™
(Fri 19th Dec 2003, 11:50, More)

Hang on, I've got a plan...

(Tue 23rd Sep 2003, 13:03, More)

YARRRRRR! Avast ye, ye scurvied dogs!



morning! Clicky for biggie!

my gallery...
(Sun 14th Sep 2003, 10:42, More)

Awwww!
Look at the ickle fluffy....




...eeep!
(Mon 25th Aug 2003, 9:10, More)

The friendly doctor lion
set up a field surgery for wounded wildebeest!



However the patients remained slightly scared of Doctor Shipman... edit - ooh thanks Mr Donkey!
(Sun 22nd Jun 2003, 0:55, More)

B3ta fluffy quota is in serious need of
ROTATAKITTEN!



He was never going to tire of this!
(Wed 4th Jun 2003, 0:13, More)

And they call him flyppo, flyppo...

(Sat 31st May 2003, 1:17, More)

Best answers to questions:

» Look! It's me in the Local Paper

I suppose this should go in really!


:o)
(Sat 12th Feb 2005, 10:45, More)

» Singing the wrong words

In a specially composed arrangement of Psalm 122
by the musician and TV presenter Howard Goodhall (of themes to Blackadder and Vicar of Dibley fame) to celebrate the opening of our new £8million school chapel (with the minor proviso that the chapel was so delayed that it wouldn't open for another two years), the entire chorus of seven hundred 13 to 18-year old boys can be clearly heard on the ceremonial video wittily rearranging the words "Peace be within thy walls / and plenteousness within thy palaces".

Well there was only one outcome really wasn't there?

"Peeeeeace be within thy BALLS! And Plenteousness within thy PHALLUSES!"

Oh how amusing it was :)
(Fri 28th Jan 2005, 21:32, More)

» Where is the strangest place you have slept?

6AM
Beach
Under a wooden pier
Next to a power station
In bloody Tel Aviv, of all places.

Mobile phone not in my pocket.
Still drunk.
Meeting scheduled for 7:30am.

Vomit on my trousers.

15 miles from my Hotel (when I eventually found a taxi).

I'd gone for a quiet drink in the hotel bar, and that's genuinely all I can remember!
(Thu 4th Jan 2007, 18:20, More)