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No more haiku. I live in Leeds with some weirdo, and am from Bristol...I'm 20, I have a hat. And a great set of belts. I'm currently doing poncy student-y things in Oxford.

I can mostly be found on /talk.

lulz, bondage
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I LOVE DUCKS SO DAMN MUCH.

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» Dumb things you've done

Summer '06
I spent many months taking a lot of ecstasy and basically anything else that was shoved in front of me, lost two stone, lost my job, gave away a lot of money and listened EXCLUSIVELY to Pink Floyd's Wish You Were Here. It cost me £3,000 and my ability to listen to a brilliant album without dissolving into a hideous ball of nostalgia and regret.
(Wed 26th Dec 2007, 0:45, More)

» Advice from Old People

Random bus bloke
"Don't bother with girls, I say. Guys know what guys want, y'know? They're more in sync."

I would have responded but I was distracted by his nose. It was huge. He then asked me where I was getting off and made a rather shit effort to follow me him.

Protip: Old people can't run.
(Tue 24th Jun 2008, 16:33, More)

» Pet Peeves

Being stabbed by angry Welshmen
I fucking hate it.
(Mon 5th May 2008, 21:50, More)

» Where is the strangest place you have slept?

Besides what I think was burning fibreglass, in a field, running away from bombs.
So I had been out on the town in Bristol one night this summer. Taking in the sights along with various substances of questionable legality. Well, the night was drawing in and myself and my friend decided that, rather than go clubbing (Having been unfortunately banned from there recently for answering "Yes" to a question asking if we had anything illegal on us), we would go to the lovely area of Lockleaze.

Stocked up on many, MANY packets of chewing gum for the inevitable effects of our revelries, we bought some callippo and went on the bus to Lockleaze. There, in a field in Lockleaze overlooking the M32, there was a beep.

My friend claimed not to hear it. We continued. Another beep, louder. We froze. Another beep.

We ran about 75 metres away from where we stood, shouting at each other, and then fell to ground, awaiting the terrible explosion. There wasn't one. Odd that.

At about 3 o'clock he went home. Seemed he lived in Lockleaze anyway, whereas I was a good £60 taxi journey away from home. For some reason unknown to me, there was a large pile of what I think was fibreglass in one of the fields, on fire.

It provided warmth and lovely fumes for the rest of the night. It mysteriously wasn't there in the morning.
(Tue 2nd Jan 2007, 16:53, More)