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i am in my thirties. i like tea, sunshine, flowers,my duvet all things duvetty, computer games and words.
especially words like "floozy" and "tickle".
Red Rocket is sharing these lovely tea images. They're fantastic.
because rhcpaul is wondrous-kind.
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i am in my thirties. i like tea, sunshine, flowers,
especially words like "floozy" and "tickle".
Red Rocket is sharing these lovely tea images. They're fantastic.
because rhcpaul is wondrous-kind.
binky cake by grrrmachine - my first b3taday, i hit 30,000 posts on /talk and basically stopped my posting spree:
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» Killed to DEATH
I have two cats
Well normally when my cats hunt stuff they eat it and maybe leave the back legs somewhere around for me to step on, barefoot, and squelch-squirt blood up the wall.
But on one occasion, the dopier cat dropped the live mouse at my feet and ran indoors for her biscuits. I looked down to see a rodent scrabbling with its forelegs as its hindquarters tumbled over and around, limp and useless. Not a chance, small mouse.
So I got my wooden “Slag Basher” mallet (labelled by drunk teenage boys many years ago), wrapped it in a plastic bag, and dispatched the creature with a mighty thump that flattened it. A quick inversion of the bag left me with a tidy bag of squished mouse, and a clean mallet. Slag Basher wins again.
(Fri 23rd Dec 2011, 9:59, More)
I have two cats
Well normally when my cats hunt stuff they eat it and maybe leave the back legs somewhere around for me to step on, barefoot, and squelch-squirt blood up the wall.
But on one occasion, the dopier cat dropped the live mouse at my feet and ran indoors for her biscuits. I looked down to see a rodent scrabbling with its forelegs as its hindquarters tumbled over and around, limp and useless. Not a chance, small mouse.
So I got my wooden “Slag Basher” mallet (labelled by drunk teenage boys many years ago), wrapped it in a plastic bag, and dispatched the creature with a mighty thump that flattened it. A quick inversion of the bag left me with a tidy bag of squished mouse, and a clean mallet. Slag Basher wins again.
(Fri 23rd Dec 2011, 9:59, More)
» First rude thing I ever saw
I don't know about the FIRST
i mean, i'm told aged about 3-4, I read the graffiti in a public toilet and asked at the top of my voice "WHAT DOES 'FUCK' MEAN, MUMMY?"
but i do remember being about 9, staying at my aunt and uncle's one Christmas. My sister (5) and female cousin (4) and i were all sharing a double bed, to make room for all the other guests. We were quietly entertaining ourselves and my mum, passing on the landing, heard muffled giggles and thought she'd poke her head in to join in the fun.
She wasn't best pleased; in fact she was quite embarrassed to have to confiscate the A4 hardback copy, with full-colour graphic photos, of the Dorling-Kindersley (or similar) Joy of Sex (or similar) - and return it to her sister-in-law. I never found that book again :( but it did make me feel funny.
(Thu 11th Aug 2011, 16:58, More)
I don't know about the FIRST
i mean, i'm told aged about 3-4, I read the graffiti in a public toilet and asked at the top of my voice "WHAT DOES 'FUCK' MEAN, MUMMY?"
but i do remember being about 9, staying at my aunt and uncle's one Christmas. My sister (5) and female cousin (4) and i were all sharing a double bed, to make room for all the other guests. We were quietly entertaining ourselves and my mum, passing on the landing, heard muffled giggles and thought she'd poke her head in to join in the fun.
She wasn't best pleased; in fact she was quite embarrassed to have to confiscate the A4 hardback copy, with full-colour graphic photos, of the Dorling-Kindersley (or similar) Joy of Sex (or similar) - and return it to her sister-in-law. I never found that book again :( but it did make me feel funny.
(Thu 11th Aug 2011, 16:58, More)
» The B3TA Confessional
I stole from my brother.
Aged about 8 or 9, I had been saving for months. We got 50p pocket money each, fortnightly, and the deal was that 25p would go towards subs for “Friday Club” and 25p was for tuck whilst we were there. (Friday Club was for 7-11 year olds, 2 hours of games and crafts and general rowdiness on a fortnightly basis – give the parents some peace.) I didn’t have a lot of access to money, but I’d managed to scrimp and save £4.13. I remember the amount precisely. I was so proud of myself, and impressed with my riches.
But my brother got a five pound note in a birthday card from a relative. I never ever received money, and I’d certainly never possessed a note. I was envious. I stole it, and he said it was missing, and my parents eventually checked my belongings and found it. I had no reason to own a fiver, no defence to fall back on, just my greed and shame.
So instead, I made a fuss about my missing Barbie and Sindy dolls. I knew exactly where they were, naked, facedown under his bed, and I didn’t give a monkeys – I never liked them and had basically been saving this as ammo should rivalry arise. It totally worked – I had to return the money but got no more shame or retribution. Mwa ha ha.
(Wed 1st Sep 2010, 14:20, More)
I stole from my brother.
Aged about 8 or 9, I had been saving for months. We got 50p pocket money each, fortnightly, and the deal was that 25p would go towards subs for “Friday Club” and 25p was for tuck whilst we were there. (Friday Club was for 7-11 year olds, 2 hours of games and crafts and general rowdiness on a fortnightly basis – give the parents some peace.) I didn’t have a lot of access to money, but I’d managed to scrimp and save £4.13. I remember the amount precisely. I was so proud of myself, and impressed with my riches.
But my brother got a five pound note in a birthday card from a relative. I never ever received money, and I’d certainly never possessed a note. I was envious. I stole it, and he said it was missing, and my parents eventually checked my belongings and found it. I had no reason to own a fiver, no defence to fall back on, just my greed and shame.
So instead, I made a fuss about my missing Barbie and Sindy dolls. I knew exactly where they were, naked, facedown under his bed, and I didn’t give a monkeys – I never liked them and had basically been saving this as ammo should rivalry arise. It totally worked – I had to return the money but got no more shame or retribution. Mwa ha ha.
(Wed 1st Sep 2010, 14:20, More)
» The B3TA Confessional
i broke my sister's arm.
it may have already been broken, she was holding it funny and my mum was taking her to the hospital and she got a kit-kat and i really wanted a kit-kat and to stay at home. and we were having an argument, so while my mum ran about being stressed i twisted her arm. and i heard it snap.
it was only a greenstick fracture so i might have just worsened it. but i'm sorry little sister. i think you've forgotten, you were only 6.
(Thu 2nd Sep 2010, 11:17, More)
i broke my sister's arm.
it may have already been broken, she was holding it funny and my mum was taking her to the hospital and she got a kit-kat and i really wanted a kit-kat and to stay at home. and we were having an argument, so while my mum ran about being stressed i twisted her arm. and i heard it snap.
it was only a greenstick fracture so i might have just worsened it. but i'm sorry little sister. i think you've forgotten, you were only 6.
(Thu 2nd Sep 2010, 11:17, More)
» Dad stories
my dad's advice
when you are lost, walk uphill - you can have a better view and it'll be a downhill stroll when you see where you should be.
don't fear to take a job that seems beneath you, if you have to - your free time is still your own and you can occupy your mind during dull tasks.
He also convinced my little sister that rather than saying "feel free" you should say "feel freely", since feel is a verb. As a young woman, she has spent her 6 years of adulthood so far telling people they should feel, freely.
(Fri 26th Nov 2010, 15:24, More)
my dad's advice
when you are lost, walk uphill - you can have a better view and it'll be a downhill stroll when you see where you should be.
don't fear to take a job that seems beneath you, if you have to - your free time is still your own and you can occupy your mind during dull tasks.
He also convinced my little sister that rather than saying "feel free" you should say "feel freely", since feel is a verb. As a young woman, she has spent her 6 years of adulthood so far telling people they should feel, freely.
(Fri 26th Nov 2010, 15:24, More)