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» Body Mods

lest we mention the infamous 'I LOVE MEN' tattoo?


Don't get tatts with writing, kids.
(Fri 1st Dec 2006, 18:15, More)

» Guilty Secrets

My uni secret...
I really enjoy dancing and generally arsing about in the paternoster in the Attenborough building in Leicester university.

The best part is, neither me nor my friends at the university need to visit any of the rooms in the Attenborough tower, but we still do it anyway.

Last year tops it though,the week before xmas holidays we dressed up one of the carts on the paternoster in tinsel and left a nice plastic christmas tree in there. No-one ever found out who it was, and I'm sure I'd be expelled if they did.
(Wed 5th Sep 2007, 15:47, More)

» Turning into your parents

Now, it would've been more predictable turning in to my mother...
...seeing as we are the same gender n' all, but it seems that actually I'm turning into my father.

Over the past few years or so I have become a computer geek, a bit of an anarchist, practically a Skinhead, fond of a drop of booze and most recently I became a Biker, much to my grandmother's dismay (she's just annoyed because she can't drive for shit ;)).

Thankfully I haven't developed his eighth-a-day weed habit, that seems to have been kindly donated to my brother...
(Tue 5th May 2009, 11:22, More)

» When animals attack...

My Neighbour had a rabbit...
...But this wasnt just any ordinary rabbit. This particular one was a small, black haired demon that had a habit of breaking free from it's hutch and coming to our garden to harrass our peace-loving hippy bunny.
One particular incedent of this kind involved my mother, who was tending to hippy bunny when the spawn of satan scrambled under our fence and pounced, teeth baring, onto my mum, digging its claws into her skirt.
I was observing through the kitchen window to great delight as my mother (who is normally very calm and refuses to swear) spinning round frantically, screaming "GET OFF ME YOU FURRY BASTARD!" and trying to pry this creature of of her skirt with a brush handle as it REFUSED to part company with her.
Oh how we laughed, until the neighbours turned up to the back gate.
(Fri 3rd Jun 2005, 16:08, More)

» Why I was late

There was a lad at school during our GCSE year who never actually turned up on time.
Obviously he had a huge amount of excuses, but one memorable one stuck in my mind, as the lad stumbles in 45 mins late out of a possible 60:

"Sorry I'm late. I was trying to cross the road but the cars wouldn't let me out."
(Wed 4th Jul 2007, 23:16, More)
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