It is PAST MIDNIGHT
and I am GOING TO BED NOW.
But before I go, here we are: spork, retard, body-armour, penguin army, magic breadstick. This is my imaginary friend.

( Dr Phil Kitten, Sat 13 Apr 2002, 23:22, archived)

Cool
but wheres the toblerone? eh? EH?
( DaWolfey, Sat 13 Apr 2002, 23:24, archived)

no offence, like...
...but FUCK OFF with your damn toblerone!! That picture nearly killed me! I was sitting here with my head in my hands gibbering by the end of that. I am only a novice, you know?
( Dr Phil Kitten, Sat 13 Apr 2002, 23:27, archived)

...ahem....
sorry about that. I apologise, Mr Wolfey.
( Dr Phil Kitten, Sat 13 Apr 2002, 23:28, archived)

It's true.
That's the first time in ages that I actually watched telly on Saturday night. I haven't been able to get near the computer. The walls seemed to be closing in... I was finding it hard to breathe...
( tomsk, Sat 13 Apr 2002, 23:33, archived)

the same reason I won't
let the wife near the mouse here.

fuck going back to TV land. radio 6 has it all.
( pickledpizza couldn't give a fuck anymore. I mean, who cares??, Sun 14 Apr 2002, 0:07, archived)

golden
jellyfish..


mmm
( pickledpizza couldn't give a fuck anymore. I mean, who cares??, Sat 13 Apr 2002, 23:26, archived)

why be scared of midnight?

( pickledpizza couldn't give a fuck anymore. I mean, who cares??, Sun 14 Apr 2002, 0:10, archived)

Mr Spoon!
Mr fuckin' Spoon! Wicked!
I saw Button Moon Live when I was 6. Really. It was ace.
( tomsk, Sun 14 Apr 2002, 9:26, archived)

cool!
his bean-can spaceship was a work of art!
( pickledpizza couldn't give a fuck anymore. I mean, who cares??, Sun 14 Apr 2002, 9:49, archived)