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» Foot in Mouth Syndrome
what's an arm between friends?
the scene - a quiet room of study where people are creating fine works of art, some in chalk, some in pastels, myself in leaky blue biro.
the actors - myself and my good friend, both lazy students, and our lecturer, a one armed balding lecturer with a humble claw on the end of his single stunted arm.
the event - struggling for artistic inspiration, i look around the room. i spy a plastic skeleton hanging from a metal frame. i look closer. the skeleton... it only has...
"HE'S ONLY GOT ONE ARM!" i exclaim loudly, turning to my friend and pointing at the skeleton... or so i did think... sadly for me, one armed lecturer man had walked directly into the path of my pointing finger at the time of my exclamation.
the emotions - he looked utterly horrified that i would mock such an affliction. i was utterly horrified that i'm such an arse.
the conclusion - i feebly tried to hide under the desk whilst one armed claw lecturer man glared at me. my friend laughed. and he still does.
(Thu 22nd Apr 2004, 0:13, More)
what's an arm between friends?
the scene - a quiet room of study where people are creating fine works of art, some in chalk, some in pastels, myself in leaky blue biro.
the actors - myself and my good friend, both lazy students, and our lecturer, a one armed balding lecturer with a humble claw on the end of his single stunted arm.
the event - struggling for artistic inspiration, i look around the room. i spy a plastic skeleton hanging from a metal frame. i look closer. the skeleton... it only has...
"HE'S ONLY GOT ONE ARM!" i exclaim loudly, turning to my friend and pointing at the skeleton... or so i did think... sadly for me, one armed lecturer man had walked directly into the path of my pointing finger at the time of my exclamation.
the emotions - he looked utterly horrified that i would mock such an affliction. i was utterly horrified that i'm such an arse.
the conclusion - i feebly tried to hide under the desk whilst one armed claw lecturer man glared at me. my friend laughed. and he still does.
(Thu 22nd Apr 2004, 0:13, More)