When I was seven...
I fell into the boot of the car when we were picking fruit and was trapped there for twenty minutes. I thought I would be there forever. Now I'm in Australia, but it's raining. In February of last year I went out with some friends and drank in 19 different pubs in one day, and asked an American couple if they were trying to recruit me for a threesome. On the way home I chatted to a pregnant lady on the bus, telling her pregnant ladies were attractive, because you know they work, from a Darwinian perspective. In 1982 I fell off a pony. I was two. Why was I on a pony when I was 2? I'm never going to be a teenager again, and I did such a bad job of it the first time. Oh, I get to play Warcraft III all night on Thursday! Sometimes I wonder if the strange people I met at Glastonbury in 2003 are ok, or if they drowned at the festival two years later. It's at a time like this I wish I had listened to what my mother used to tell me when I was young. What did she say? I don't know what she said! I didn't listen! Do you think I ate too much fruit for breakfast this morning? I'm going to make a coffee now. Bye!
(sabre-tooth monkey, Wed 13 Feb 2008, 0:40, 2 replies)

Brought a chuckle.
"I chatted to a pregnant lady on the bus, telling her pregnant ladies were attractive, because you know they work"
(oneinthepink is at your cervix m'lady, Wed 13 Feb 2008, 8:57, closed)

It's all true.
Though I can't remember why I felt I had to share.
(sabre-tooth monkey, Wed 13 Feb 2008, 22:25, closed)