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Long time visitor to the site, only just managed to drag my mouse over to the sign-up link (but they say lazyness is the new efficiency).
My Band's Site:
My Site:
For the "Children's Version of Adult Films" Competition:
Made my first piece for "Add a word to a film title to change it's meaning" competition:
And I expect they'll be more to come.
Recent front page messages:
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Best answers to questions:
» I was drunk when I bought this
Woke up one morning...
...and started getting ready for my Saturday job at a greengrocers (I was probably about 17 at the time). As I got ready I noticed one of those light-weight footballs they sell everywhere stuck under my bed and that my trainers looked partially melted - my clothes also stank of smoke and pish. 'Perhaps we crashed a barbecue or something' I thought. Anyway, went to work and my boss happened to mention that she had a sore throat. At that point a chain reaction started and the night before resurfaced to the top of the memory pile - we had got some cider and beer, went to the cemetery and drank it all, after which the usual "Don't step on people's graves" taboo went out the window and we were crawling all over the 'yard. At some point we had gone to the 24 hour (when they used to let you walk in at most places) and bought the ball and practised some light thievery. Hence the game of football among the graves and jumping in and over a stack of burning leaves.
So how had it all come back? After my boss complained of a cough, I magically produced a packet of Halls Soothers from my pocket which was the night's one and only pointless shoplift.
I may not have been smart, but I probably was psychic.
(Tue 14th Jun 2005, 21:49, More)
Woke up one morning...
...and started getting ready for my Saturday job at a greengrocers (I was probably about 17 at the time). As I got ready I noticed one of those light-weight footballs they sell everywhere stuck under my bed and that my trainers looked partially melted - my clothes also stank of smoke and pish. 'Perhaps we crashed a barbecue or something' I thought. Anyway, went to work and my boss happened to mention that she had a sore throat. At that point a chain reaction started and the night before resurfaced to the top of the memory pile - we had got some cider and beer, went to the cemetery and drank it all, after which the usual "Don't step on people's graves" taboo went out the window and we were crawling all over the 'yard. At some point we had gone to the 24 hour (when they used to let you walk in at most places) and bought the ball and practised some light thievery. Hence the game of football among the graves and jumping in and over a stack of burning leaves.
So how had it all come back? After my boss complained of a cough, I magically produced a packet of Halls Soothers from my pocket which was the night's one and only pointless shoplift.
I may not have been smart, but I probably was psychic.
(Tue 14th Jun 2005, 21:49, More)
» My Worst Date
The Art of Dry Paint
Was drunk when I met a girl in a club, had a dance, a kiss and exchanged numbers. Speak to her next day and agree to go to the pub. Remembered her as being a lovely hot blonde, but the beer goggles effect was on full - she turned up kinda scruffy lookin', unfortunate facial moles/spots and not as trim as I remembered. Thought "OK, Let's just see how it goes."
She found out I worked in Computers and spent the whole evening talking about them with me nodding in a docile fashion (I don't talk about my programming job because I know it'll bore people to death). Turns out she was 33 (I was 23 at the time and thought she was about 21 on the night) and had been in a car crash that affected her short term memory - she could only remember people if they told her their full name. Spent the whole night absolutely bored s**tless and amazed that she started going out with her ex-boyfriend 13 years a go (ie probably before my balls had dropped).
Needless to say, left it at "I'll call you" and fled into the night - luckily I never told her my full name...
(Tue 26th Oct 2004, 19:38, More)
The Art of Dry Paint
Was drunk when I met a girl in a club, had a dance, a kiss and exchanged numbers. Speak to her next day and agree to go to the pub. Remembered her as being a lovely hot blonde, but the beer goggles effect was on full - she turned up kinda scruffy lookin', unfortunate facial moles/spots and not as trim as I remembered. Thought "OK, Let's just see how it goes."
She found out I worked in Computers and spent the whole evening talking about them with me nodding in a docile fashion (I don't talk about my programming job because I know it'll bore people to death). Turns out she was 33 (I was 23 at the time and thought she was about 21 on the night) and had been in a car crash that affected her short term memory - she could only remember people if they told her their full name. Spent the whole night absolutely bored s**tless and amazed that she started going out with her ex-boyfriend 13 years a go (ie probably before my balls had dropped).
Needless to say, left it at "I'll call you" and fled into the night - luckily I never told her my full name...
(Tue 26th Oct 2004, 19:38, More)