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» * PFFT *

I work for a dodgy digital channel as a camera man. On yet another wonderful hungover day, I was in a right shitter of a mood and I really had to bum-laugh.

Usually on a hungover day, I'll find a quiet spot, and do a test-parp; that is, to parp, and then see if there is a smell. The logic being, if there's a smell, you'd better hold them in all day, if there's none, you're free to parp to your hearts content!

But I hadn't test-parped all day so I couldn't tell if my parps were smelly or not. So even though I was on cameras; people around me, I decided I'd squeeze off a small test-parp to see if it was bad.

It was bad.

Hiroshima bad.

It was so bad, the presenter had to call for a commercial break so he could get away from the smell.

I dunno what it is about somebody smelling your parp, but it put an end to my bad mood and had me smiling for the rest of the day! :)
(Mon 16th Jul 2007, 2:43, More)

» Losing it

The other night trying to write...

Words were not coming, but badly drawn pictures were
(Sun 24th Jul 2011, 15:29, More)

» Unemployed

Bad Bear Blues
Myself and my friend had just finished university. I'd just finished a *shudder* media degree, he'd just finished business.

He'd always been, well a little bit more succesful than I had.

He applied to a high flying job with one of the largest (at the time)investment bank's in the world: Bear Stearns.

I applied for a job with The Bear Factory.

He got the job with Bear Stearns. I did not get a job with The Bear Factory.

I remained unemployed for some time.
(Tue 7th Apr 2009, 19:20, More)

» Hotel Splendido

Hotel Klicov we hardly knew yee
Me and a friend went to Prague two summers ago. We were in such a hurry to get pissed we left the hotel without the address of the place.

By the time we remembered, it was six in the morning and we were hammered. We had a vague idea the hotel was in some place called Klicov. We asked endless amounts of taxi drivers. They asked their base. Nobody knew of a place called Klicov. Then a kindly homeless person took pity on us and found us an internet cafe. We got him a beer, I found the address online; it was indeed Klicov.

Printed off the address and showed it to the homeless guy and with beer in hand he annouces "AH! Klishov!"

Bloody pronounciations.

Needless to say the next night we did the exact same thing.
(Fri 18th Jan 2008, 2:42, More)