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Born in 1970 at the dawn of the age of Aquarius. Whatever that is. Sounds like a washing machine.


Live and work in London. By trade, IT consultant and no, I don't own an anorak or a brown tank top.


I Like:


Latte's

Tequilla

Kebabs


Don't like:


Earwax

Crab sticks

Spongebob Squarepants (gay)


You can email me on [email protected] if you really want to.


 





Your Birthdate: February 3



Being born on the 3rd day of the month is likely to add a good bit of vitality to your life.

The energy of 3 allows you bounce back rapidly from setbacks, physical or mental.

There is a restlessness in your nature, but you seem to be able to portray an easygoing, "couldn't care less" attitude.



You have a natural ability to express yourself in public, and you always make a very good impression.

Good with words, you excel in writing, speaking, and possibly singing.

You are energetic and always a good conversationalist.



You have a keen imagination, but you tend to scatter your energies and become involved with too may superficial matters.

You are affectionate and loving, but sometimes too sensitive.

You are subject to rapid ups and downs.

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ARF ARF!! These personality tests are spot on
mysterious
You have a mysterious kiss. Your partner never
knows what you're going to come up with next;
this creates great excitement and arousal never
knowing what to expect. And it's sure to end
in a kiss as great as your mystery.


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» I was drunk when I bought this

Don't try this at home
Fireworks. Abso-bloody-lutely insane when tanked up but that is what we did. A massive selection box, air-bomb repeaters, whistling bangers, huge roman candles the works. We had a roman candle fight, hold roman candle, try and fire red hot glowing fire into each others hair. Stuck airbombs down the back of each others trousers. aking air bombs apart and making a massive pile of gunpowder in a hub cap, putting a dustbin lid on top of it and striking matches and throwing them under the bin lid to set it off. Which it eventually did but we never found the bin lid again. Firing a length of broom handle out of 3 inch steel pipe at each other and it went like a harpoon! Burying air bombs in the ground and setting them off while we ran about blind folded trying to doge he screaming missiles. How we laughed. Fucking lunatics. The worst part was waking up the next day and walking into the bathroom with half may hair melted to the side of my head, no eyebrows and bald arms that smelled of burnt lard. My clothes on the floor were black, covered in burn holes and my jacket had most of one sleeve missing. My jeans were burnt on the arse, both legs and one pocket had completely burnt away. The room stank like 400 people had emptied their bowels on the floor after eating double egg vindaloos. I had no burns or physical injuries at all anywhere. I phoned all my mates and they were all unharmed but their clothes were as bad as mine. How we escaped being maimed, blinded or even killed is a complete miracle.
(Mon 13th Jun 2005, 17:41, More)

» I was drunk when I bought this

How hammered do you have to be?
A long long time ago, on a Friday night I apparently willingly purchased a parrot from a 'bloke in the pub'. I only found this out when i woke up in the morning and my entire bedroom was covered in an inch thick layer of parrot poo. After getting out of bed I found the parrot dead by stepping on it in the middle of the floor. It looked a bit mangled which was quite baffling at the time. Stumbling into the hallway the light from the window at the top of the stairs is normally blinding first thing in the morning as it faces east. Squinting my eyes hard to fight the searing pain of hang over and sun light I was suprised to find the hallway suprisingly dull. On closer inspection, the hallway window was coverd in a thin greasy coating of parrot blood and feathers. The poor bird had obviously paniced either at the stench of beer and tequilla breath coming from me or the remains of the kebab on the floor slowly gassing i with chilli fumes and decided to make a run for it through the hallway window. Quite a few times and at a high velocity by the look of it.
(Mon 13th Jun 2005, 16:51, More)