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Cornetto crime scene...
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» Professions I Hate

"There's no such thing as dead people"
- Derek Acorah

I am here to express my utter feelings of hate toward those fucksucking parasites that claim to be able to channel people from the spirit world.

I have watched in open mouthed anger as countless friends of mine have been maliciously duped and tricked into believing the shit fairground tent shenanigans of so called mediums. All of these friends have walked away from readings, seance's, and spirit sessions with their pants around their ankles having been firmly buggered out of their hard earned cash by these fraudulent, unctuous scam artists.

Whether they're lauding their higher astral state over vulnerable, grieving, desperate folk or filling up my Sky channels wearing shiny suits and shit eating grins there is one thing they all have in common:
They all in one of the lowest professions known to man.

I can't express in words here how much I hate these utter fucktards so I'll leave it here.

Stick that up your ass-tral plane.
(Thu 27th May 2010, 18:15, More)

» B3TA Most Haunted

Carry On, Matron.
Let me first point out the fact that I'm not a believer in the afterlife and all that. I'd rather shit a stickle brick than watch blood sucking parasites Derek Acorah and such like peddle their particular brand of bullshit and I don't get scared at much at all.

Between the ages of 15-18 I had a summer job as a filing clerk in at the Leicester Royal Infirmary hospital. It was a mind numbingly dull, endless job that involved replacing the files that had been used around the hospital into their correct cabinets. This takes a huge amount of space. They converted one of the old wards into a filing room years ago to accommodate a lot of the files.

The ward was a great big long building with an old fashioned conservatory at the end for the 'big files' (serious stuff). It was lined with cabinets, stuffed full of files. Sound did not carry through the room at all. It had that silence that you get in carpet shops, make sense? You could see down to the other end of the ward but not shout to people. The ward got dark quite quickly as the windows were partially blocked with cabinets. For this reason the lights were on motion sensors down all the aisles.

Several times, working down there alone or with another lowly file monkey, I got the impression I was being watched. Once or twice when looking up from the files I caught a glimpse of what I thought was someone moving in and out of the aisles. That's fine. I didn't mind that. It was the lights that bothered me. As you made your way down the corridors of files the lights would go on and off again once you passed. I was sat drinking tea on my break at the desk and watched as the lights at the far end of the ward turned on. Then the next. Then the next, getting closer and closer. They got to the end of the aisle and nothing. I knew there was no one down there filing with me that day. That scared me a bit but again, perfectly explainable stuff. The feeling of being watched continued and the light thing happened once more but faster and on an aisle I was looking directly down. That scared me more.

On the way out of my last shift of the summer (off to uni so knew it would be last shift ever) I turned around at the door and looked at the long gloomy ward. I'm not sure why but I said 'see ya' under my breath. All the lights turned on at once and burned very, very brightly. I turned around and ran. That did scare me.
(Tue 18th Sep 2012, 14:21, More)

» My sex misconceptions

reaching places other toothbrushes can't
My brother, 4 years my elder, came home from school one day full of red hot information about girls. He responsibly imparted this knowledge to me, his 5 year old brother.

For a good few years I genuinely thought that if you wiggled your finger around in a girls mouth, a baby appeared in her bottom.

I was an impressionable 5 year old for Christ's sake! No wonder I hang around on these boards!
(Tue 30th Sep 2008, 18:11, More)