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'Bored to death' IT Helpdesk Analyst, who only has MS Paint at work and no FTP, so tends to lurk and repost (appropriately) in office hours.
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I spend most of my online time running a Multiplayer clan, playing "BF: 1942" in a clan caled 'Bruvers.' (www.Bruvers.com)
I can be reached on MSN via Marauder[at]Bruvers[dot]com
We are recruiting too!
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Mind how you put your lights up this year!
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Ahhhhhh!
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Got this in my stocking this year! Whoo-hoo!


Glad I didn't get her! :O

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» Breakin' The Law

Shit 'em I say!
Got nicked D & D, then whacked in a 'Peter' at Bermondsey nick (London). Woke up at about 4 am in total darkness, dying for a dump (a poxy power cut).

Soon found that there was no bog paper, so made my way back to the two-tier 'prison bunk', picked up the pillow from the top bunk (which had a nice paper cover on it) and wiped me arse on that. Finally replacing the pillow, skid side down, on the top bunk.

Following morning as soon as I was 'released into the Community', I ran like fuck before they had a chance to get in the 'Peter' and make the beds!!!

Even now I can 'see' the arsole copper picking up the pillow and the sight that greeted him; my skid mark! YUMMY!!!!
(Thu 8th Jan 2004, 10:54, More)

» Irrational Fears

Arrggghhhh! Armer Farmer!
"I'm always terrified that when I swim in a lake and I can't see the bottom, because it's more than 20 feet deep I flip-out, because I think some sort of monster is gonna get me."

I have this exact same fear - but I, at least, have an excuse.

When I was very young, I fell into a boating lake. Swimming (clutching in dear life more like!!) to the surface, I could just about make out the shape of a giant alligator on the surface, wating to eat me, so I stayed underwater. Seconds later, my Dad dragged me out of the water by my hair (literally).

The 'alligator' was actually a tethered railway sleeper, used to prevent the boats bashing into the sides. Suffice to say, this irrational fear of 'dark water' has stayed with me to this day! (Oh! The shame!!)
(Tue 27th Jan 2004, 15:40, More)