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» I don't understand the attraction
I like Gervais.
Music
At school/college/uni and now at work I still get abuse for the music I enjoy listening to. Why do people feel the need to 'persuade' others in a condescending manner, that their music is somehow better than yours? Music doesn't have a 'value', so it cannot ever be superior to any other music. I enjoy listening to new music, as long as you don't force me to fucking like it.
Boasting about drugs/booze
Nothing against them, but don't waste your time trying to convince me how 'absoultely fucked' you were on whatever substance. Talk to me about something interesting.
(Wed 21st Oct 2009, 1:52, More)
I like Gervais.
Music
At school/college/uni and now at work I still get abuse for the music I enjoy listening to. Why do people feel the need to 'persuade' others in a condescending manner, that their music is somehow better than yours? Music doesn't have a 'value', so it cannot ever be superior to any other music. I enjoy listening to new music, as long as you don't force me to fucking like it.
Boasting about drugs/booze
Nothing against them, but don't waste your time trying to convince me how 'absoultely fucked' you were on whatever substance. Talk to me about something interesting.
(Wed 21st Oct 2009, 1:52, More)
» The Dark
Dark Horse
After drinking ourselves silly whilst at a friends house, we decided at 3am that we should go and try to steal a small tree from the local tree nursery. (random and cuntish i know)
We took the main road for about half a mile to the nursery, and on arrival I hopped the fence and set about cutting the chain on the nearest small tree. It broke loose and I swung it back over the fence to my friend. Neither of us wanted to be caught carrying a medium sized tree along a main road, so we took a shortcut through the fields, sharing the weight of it.
Absolute darkness surrounded us, as we staggered through the really muddy field, and then out of the gloom, a fucking huge white horse came past us at full speed. After a couple more horse passes we legged it, leaving the tree. My shoe came off, and i fell over, but we made it back.
My mate went back for it the next morning, and the tree is now growing in the pub carpark near his house.
(Fri 24th Jul 2009, 11:35, More)
Dark Horse
After drinking ourselves silly whilst at a friends house, we decided at 3am that we should go and try to steal a small tree from the local tree nursery. (random and cuntish i know)
We took the main road for about half a mile to the nursery, and on arrival I hopped the fence and set about cutting the chain on the nearest small tree. It broke loose and I swung it back over the fence to my friend. Neither of us wanted to be caught carrying a medium sized tree along a main road, so we took a shortcut through the fields, sharing the weight of it.
Absolute darkness surrounded us, as we staggered through the really muddy field, and then out of the gloom, a fucking huge white horse came past us at full speed. After a couple more horse passes we legged it, leaving the tree. My shoe came off, and i fell over, but we made it back.
My mate went back for it the next morning, and the tree is now growing in the pub carpark near his house.
(Fri 24th Jul 2009, 11:35, More)
» The Dark
Cub Scout Trip
When I was about 9 years old, my cub scout group organized a camping trip near a local forest. We had an awesome first day putting up tents and 'exploring' the local area.
It started getting dark and our supervisor told us that we would be 'ambushing' the other group of cubs near some old huts by the big lake. We walked for ages to get to the lake, and by this time it was pitch black, with only torches for guidance. The ambush went well and we managed to spook the other group successfully. We then had to walk back.
Tired and a little nervous, we were split into groups and headed home across the sandy scrubland. My group had about 5 of us with the supervisor leading the way. After half an hour of awkward torchlit walking through the middle of nowhere, we heard a baby crying.
Our leader stopped us and told us to keep together and move quickly. Up ahead was an old parked car with its inside light on. As we passed, I looked in to see a half-naked black dude, with his eyes closed, reclined in the driver seat with a screaming baby on his chest.
I know its not that weird thinking back on it, but the nine year old me was shitting bricks.
Did I get any sleep that week?...did I fuck.
(Fri 24th Jul 2009, 3:23, More)
Cub Scout Trip
When I was about 9 years old, my cub scout group organized a camping trip near a local forest. We had an awesome first day putting up tents and 'exploring' the local area.
It started getting dark and our supervisor told us that we would be 'ambushing' the other group of cubs near some old huts by the big lake. We walked for ages to get to the lake, and by this time it was pitch black, with only torches for guidance. The ambush went well and we managed to spook the other group successfully. We then had to walk back.
Tired and a little nervous, we were split into groups and headed home across the sandy scrubland. My group had about 5 of us with the supervisor leading the way. After half an hour of awkward torchlit walking through the middle of nowhere, we heard a baby crying.
Our leader stopped us and told us to keep together and move quickly. Up ahead was an old parked car with its inside light on. As we passed, I looked in to see a half-naked black dude, with his eyes closed, reclined in the driver seat with a screaming baby on his chest.
I know its not that weird thinking back on it, but the nine year old me was shitting bricks.
Did I get any sleep that week?...did I fuck.
(Fri 24th Jul 2009, 3:23, More)