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I'm a lurker that's recently taken to posting - And to this end feel that I need to justify my posts with a little sumthin', sumthin' in my profile. So...



ms tandot may have started it - But I claim to have provided the inspiration!

RIS? Do YOU get it?


Behind ThatFineLine lies..

me.



36 year old Welshboy from 'The Island' who now lives in strange foreign shores (Cheshire).
Contactable at Dyfedrh at Tiscali *dot*Co*dot*Uk.

Ta!

What Is Your Battle Cry?

Hark! Who is that, stalking along the wasteland! It is ThatFineLine, hands clutching a sharpened screwdriver! And with a low roar, his voice cometh:

"I'm going to fuck you beyond mortal comprehension!!"

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Quick 'n' dirty for teh Compo


Probably bindun but what the hey! You can't have too much of a good thing etc.. etc..
(Wed 24th Aug 2005, 23:00, More)

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» When animals attack...

Wasps 'O Death!
When I were a kid, I remember clearly - The day my young sister and cousin burst into the house crying and screaming after apparently being stung by an angry wasp. My brother and I were all too eager to smite the wasp and it's lair into dust as we donned protective clothing in order to do battle with this awesome foe - Vengence was called for!

Ski goggles. Check. Thick coat. Check. Tennis racquet. Check. Underarm spray. Check. Lighter. check.

Cue the journey into the garden to the small hole at the base of the fence.
Cue the spraying of the Aerosol and the lighting of the spray into a raging wasp vapourising fireball.
Cue ten zillion burning, severly pissed off wasps all intent on ending their days making both my brother and I into sting pies.

And the worse thing was I had long hair at the time - I can still vividly remember those black and yellow demons crawling on my scalp and stinging wildly while I beat MY OWN head with a tennis racket.

The horror....

('Pologies for length.)
(Fri 3rd Jun 2005, 20:21, More)

» Singing the wrong words

If your happy and you know it clap your hands....
It's not unusual to have fun with anyone,
It's not unusual to take your sister up the bum.
And when you come home form the pub feeling randy,
it's not unusual - to give your sister ten pence for a hand shandy.

Comedy genius.

Also

We're in Caernarvon now,
Whoooa, whoa we're in Caernarvon, now.

To the tune of "We're in the army now."
(Sun 30th Jan 2005, 18:55, More)