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(Thu 1st Apr 2010, 20:08, More)

There's cats on my chalk board.....

bloody things. to work now. : )
(Tue 16th Mar 2010, 10:45, More)

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(Thu 11th Mar 2010, 22:22, More)

Look at him go! : D

Monkey nuts or nuts monkey? either way, he's not happy...
(Tue 9th Mar 2010, 0:07, More)

Going somewhere mister?

(Sat 6th Mar 2010, 19:54, More)

Am has Jetpack.

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(Wed 24th Feb 2010, 0:30, More)

: D making part of an ongoing film o be...

just done this so far...
(Wed 30th Dec 2009, 1:23, More)

HALP! ........CATNAP!

(Wed 1st Apr 2009, 0:31, More)


(Sun 29th Mar 2009, 19:51, More)

Best answers to questions:

» Worst Band Ever

no more needs to be said.
(Thu 30th Dec 2010, 21:42, More)

» Sticking it to The Man

Everyone gave their passport to HR to photocopy at work, some new law they say...
well I looked up this 'law', turns out I didn't have to. Not if you've been there for years.

I told them no, after a year of stress they finally gave in because I was right all along.

(Thu 17th Jun 2010, 23:11, More)

» British Slang Dictionary

Having a Hitler
A mate once told me about some army guy he knew, there was something called 'having a Hitler'. Wanking in the shower while leaning up against the wall with an outstretched arm.
(Fri 22nd Jan 2016, 16:53, More)

» Fears and Phobias

I fucking hate spiders
Stayed over a friends place and his brother kept big spiders as pets. Had spider skins in the loo, all sorts of wrong fuckers all over the house.

fucking horrible it was.
Dirty fucking hairy spiders, orange knees and sharp fangs.

didn't like it one bit
(Sat 13th Sep 2014, 2:08, More)

» Real-life slapstick

Bin Jump
I thought it would be a great idea to jump over some bin one morning as I walked to the school bus stop. My mother probably wondered what was going on as I broke out of her hand grip and started running down the street at full pelt, right at the bin half way down the block.
Needless to say, my feet didn't make it over the bin and I fell down, hurting my knees and pride. So I got up and ran to the bottom of the street and hid round the back behind my nan's house as I felt so stupid.
No one knew where I was and a lot of people spent ages looking for me, for an hour or so. I could hear them calling me for ages but still hid.
When I heard talk of calling the police I had to give myself up.
I really didn't know to tell them.
(Fri 22nd Jan 2010, 0:02, More)
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