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I'm a London lad to the core: Born up a chimney with a broom inexplicably in my hand, I spent the next 8 years of my life flitting between the venerable professions of shining shoes, picking pockets and sweeping chimneys (for which one needs three years training in tap dancing and two in modern dance, as clearly demonstrated in the documentary, Mary Poppins). A kindly middle class couple took pity on me and, after 2 years of strict finishing school and beating my ruffian Cockernee accent out of me in some sort of grim, tainted re-enactment of My Fair Lady, I was ready to hit the streets afresh in a respectable fashion and get a proper education. Now, at the ripe old age of 20, I study Philosophy and English at Reading university and I'm in my final year. Those last five words are only slightly less unnerving than "Of course the baby's yours" ; "Let's listen to The Smiths" and the ever-loathesome: "I read the Daily Mail".
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I'm a London lad to the core: Born up a chimney with a broom inexplicably in my hand, I spent the next 8 years of my life flitting between the venerable professions of shining shoes, picking pockets and sweeping chimneys (for which one needs three years training in tap dancing and two in modern dance, as clearly demonstrated in the documentary, Mary Poppins). A kindly middle class couple took pity on me and, after 2 years of strict finishing school and beating my ruffian Cockernee accent out of me in some sort of grim, tainted re-enactment of My Fair Lady, I was ready to hit the streets afresh in a respectable fashion and get a proper education. Now, at the ripe old age of 20, I study Philosophy and English at Reading university and I'm in my final year. Those last five words are only slightly less unnerving than "Of course the baby's yours" ; "Let's listen to The Smiths" and the ever-loathesome: "I read the Daily Mail".
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» World's Sickest Joke
We've all been there
This may have been posted already, but I'm buggered if I'm going to read through 57 pages just to check. Chance'd be a fine thing.
After a plane crash, the only three survivors - one woman and two men - wash up on a desert island.
They manage to find food and shelter, and after a while, certain "urges" take their course.
Much bumping of uglies occurs, but later the woman develops a deep depression about never leaving the island, so she kills herself. Well, wouldn't you?
Anyways, now we're left with our two intrepid male heroes. After a while, certain "urges" take their course. This goes on for a few weeks, until one says to the other:
"Look, I know desperate times call for desperate measures, but I'm just not comfortable with what we've been doing together. It's just not right."
"You're right. Let's bury her."
Zing.
Oh and a friend sent this oh-so-savoury text:
"I just raped this deaf and dumb chick, but I broke her fingers so she couldn't tell anyone."
As an epileptic myself, I would like to say that Citadel90's joke is great. As we all know:
If it doesn't start fitting at flashing images, it's not funny.
(Sat 31st Dec 2005, 14:04, More)
We've all been there
This may have been posted already, but I'm buggered if I'm going to read through 57 pages just to check. Chance'd be a fine thing.
After a plane crash, the only three survivors - one woman and two men - wash up on a desert island.
They manage to find food and shelter, and after a while, certain "urges" take their course.
Much bumping of uglies occurs, but later the woman develops a deep depression about never leaving the island, so she kills herself. Well, wouldn't you?
Anyways, now we're left with our two intrepid male heroes. After a while, certain "urges" take their course. This goes on for a few weeks, until one says to the other:
"Look, I know desperate times call for desperate measures, but I'm just not comfortable with what we've been doing together. It's just not right."
"You're right. Let's bury her."
Zing.
Oh and a friend sent this oh-so-savoury text:
"I just raped this deaf and dumb chick, but I broke her fingers so she couldn't tell anyone."
As an epileptic myself, I would like to say that Citadel90's joke is great. As we all know:
If it doesn't start fitting at flashing images, it's not funny.
(Sat 31st Dec 2005, 14:04, More)