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24 year old lab tech, female, live in London. Just watched 'Lost in Translation' and it's the first film I ever turned off with disdain half way through. What a load of pretentious bollocks. Am I one of those people who just doesn't 'get' this cinematic masterpiece? Maybe I'm just not disillusioned enough with the world yet, and maybe that's why I don't empathise with the frankly shallow pseudo-intellectual characters. At least my bloke managed to get a good look at Scarlett Johanson's knickers a lot though.

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» Little things that turn you on

kiddie fiddling
Not that I'd do it, or would like it in real life, but I always get turned on by thinking about kids getting stiffed up the arse. But only when I'm having a wank, otherwise it'd be weird....
(Fri 18th Feb 2005, 23:19, More)

» Toilets

Sicky knickers
I used to have a habit when I was really wankered on a night out, of finding a toilet and falling asleep sitting on it. Usually with my knickers round my ankles. This backfired on me one night (the night I met my fiance). I managed to pass out in a sitting position and must have vomited into my pants. I woke up to my now fiance, asking if I was OK just outside the door. I was too drunk to know what to do, so I just pulled my sick-heavy pants up and went home, totally ignoring him. I woke up in the morning with them still on and loads of congealed sick around my nethers.

I tried putting the pants in the washing machine, and they came out lovely and clean, but there was still loads of clean vomit bits in the drum, which I didn't notice. My housemates weren't very happy with me.
(Sat 3rd Sep 2005, 14:17, More)

» Petty Sabotage

Never piss off a BT engineer
My dad told me that he was once working for a big company in the city laying phone cables. The dude who owned it was a big rich Jew who used to smoke fat expensive cigars. My dad did a whole lot of extra work and the boss said he'd see him alright at the end of the week. At the end of the week all this guy gave him and his mate was a cigar. And when the old man got outside he realised it had been half smoked and there were even teeth marks in it.

Every other day for a couple of weeks my old man nipped into the basement on his way into work on his bike and snipped the wires of the switchboard circuit (back in the days when companies had switchboards). This had the added bonus of him being sent in to fix it, since it was in his area. Which meant he could spend all day scrabbling around under desks trying to 'fix' the problem, while really looking up ladies' skirts.

Which, I believe, is also relevant as a neat skive.
(Sun 8th May 2005, 18:22, More)

» When animals attack...

My old man's bell end
We thought it would be nice to get some rats as pets. When one ran up my fella's touser leg he came to the realisation that it 'felt quite nice', so he wouldn't let poor Fudgy out. Next thing I know he's ripping his pants off and dancing around the front room pulling Fudgy reluctantly off his knob. She just sits on the floor looking a bit shocked watching him hopping about peeing blood onto the floor. The doctor sewed him up, but I wouldn't have. The fucking pervert.
(Fri 3rd Jun 2005, 20:02, More)

» Claims to Fame

Timmy Mallet
When I was about 12 I got up on stage to sing a song at a pantomime and Timmy Mallet (Buttons I think) gave me a bubble blowing bottle as a reward. Who would have thought that 10 years later the washed up old has-been would turn up at my University as a special guest. Then bump into me, drunkenly spill his drink down my chest and mumble incoherently at my breasts before lurching off again.
(Fri 25th Feb 2005, 18:39, More)
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