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A 30 something ne'er do well with a black belt in Origami.
I'm studying Mental Health Nursing at Salford Uni, and coming to B3ta makes me realise how thin the line really is.
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A 30 something ne'er do well with a black belt in Origami.
I'm studying Mental Health Nursing at Salford Uni, and coming to B3ta makes me realise how thin the line really is.
Recent front page messages:
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» I just don't get it
Bad Grammar
Your vs You're
Are vs Our (what the F*CK???)
Its vs It's
There vs Their
Apostrophes in plurals.
For crying out loud! When did semi-literate, Americanised drivel suffice as good grammar?
(Thu 31st Mar 2005, 13:35, More)
Bad Grammar
Your vs You're
Are vs Our (what the F*CK???)
Its vs It's
There vs Their
Apostrophes in plurals.
For crying out loud! When did semi-literate, Americanised drivel suffice as good grammar?
(Thu 31st Mar 2005, 13:35, More)
» Weddings
Food poisoning
I was 6 years old, at my Aunt's wedding. She had a big Buffet beforehand at my Grandad's house, and I ate something that didn't agree.
I continued to disagree in church ("Do you take this man to be your..." *BLEEEAAARGH*), outside between photos, and at the reception. The photos are ace, I look like the Phantom Pageboy.
I do have a Funny memory of my mum's cousin carrying me to the toilet under his arm and me being Exorcist sick Superman Stylee...
Class.
(Thu 14th Jul 2005, 15:36, More)
Food poisoning
I was 6 years old, at my Aunt's wedding. She had a big Buffet beforehand at my Grandad's house, and I ate something that didn't agree.
I continued to disagree in church ("Do you take this man to be your..." *BLEEEAAARGH*), outside between photos, and at the reception. The photos are ace, I look like the Phantom Pageboy.
I do have a Funny memory of my mum's cousin carrying me to the toilet under his arm and me being Exorcist sick Superman Stylee...
Class.
(Thu 14th Jul 2005, 15:36, More)
» The Onosecond
MSN
Far too many times have I sent an MSN bitching about someone. To them.
It's Evil. (Either that or I'm an idiot).
Edit: It's also amazing how quickly one can unplug a network cable when there's an e-mail in the outbox implying that a client is a twat. It should be an Olympic discipline.
(Thu 26th May 2005, 10:54, More)
MSN
Far too many times have I sent an MSN bitching about someone. To them.
It's Evil. (Either that or I'm an idiot).
Edit: It's also amazing how quickly one can unplug a network cable when there's an e-mail in the outbox implying that a client is a twat. It should be an Olympic discipline.
(Thu 26th May 2005, 10:54, More)
» Hidden Treasure
Greedo
I bought a new car a few years back, and I found a tiny Greedo behind the back seat (from Star Wars, for the philistines), obviously from Micro Machines or something.
Thankfully his gun didn't work so the fucker couldn't shoot first.
(Thu 30th Jun 2005, 16:24, More)
Greedo
I bought a new car a few years back, and I found a tiny Greedo behind the back seat (from Star Wars, for the philistines), obviously from Micro Machines or something.
Thankfully his gun didn't work so the fucker couldn't shoot first.
(Thu 30th Jun 2005, 16:24, More)
» The Onosecond
Just remembered another one...
Got an E-mail from a mate who was announcing his new phone number. Being the jolly japester, I decided to text him thus:
"Yo momma's so fat she's got her own postcode"
How was I to know he'd typed his OWN number wrong on the E-mail? Very big OHNOSECOND when Irate bloke rings me up demanding to know why I was slagging off his mum.
(Fri 27th May 2005, 12:50, More)
Just remembered another one...
Got an E-mail from a mate who was announcing his new phone number. Being the jolly japester, I decided to text him thus:
"Yo momma's so fat she's got her own postcode"
How was I to know he'd typed his OWN number wrong on the E-mail? Very big OHNOSECOND when Irate bloke rings me up demanding to know why I was slagging off his mum.
(Fri 27th May 2005, 12:50, More)