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Rude n dirty 22 year old web designer from worcester. likes to shag hamsters in his spare time! (it's lies all LIES I TELL YOU!!!)
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Rude n dirty 22 year old web designer from worcester. likes to shag hamsters in his spare time! (it's lies all LIES I TELL YOU!!!)
My website is at:
GreenDezireDotCom
Recent front page messages:
Best answers to questions:
» Old People Talk Bollocks
Why?
My grandad still insists on giving me a pound coin everytime I go to visit him even though I'm 23. I've started putting them back in his coat pocket when he goes to to the toilet.
(Thu 11th Mar 2004, 17:23, More)
Why?
My grandad still insists on giving me a pound coin everytime I go to visit him even though I'm 23. I've started putting them back in his coat pocket when he goes to to the toilet.
(Thu 11th Mar 2004, 17:23, More)
» Scars with history
Slit Wrists Anyone...?
I have a big scar on my left wrist.
One night I was at home bored and in the process of getting pissed. My parents were upstairs when I heard a bit of shouting... "great" I thought, "they're having another benny". Half an hour later I hear screams and my mum shouting rape. In a drunken rage I grabbed a knife and legged it up the stairs hell-bent on killing my dad.
In the scuffle that ensued, my parents dived on me and my wrist got slit while the knife was being forceably remvoved from my hand.
Turns out they thought I had gone out and were trying out some roleplaying games to spice up their sex life.
As you can imagine this little adventure left me with more than just physical scars.
(Mon 7th Feb 2005, 11:04, More)
Slit Wrists Anyone...?
I have a big scar on my left wrist.
One night I was at home bored and in the process of getting pissed. My parents were upstairs when I heard a bit of shouting... "great" I thought, "they're having another benny". Half an hour later I hear screams and my mum shouting rape. In a drunken rage I grabbed a knife and legged it up the stairs hell-bent on killing my dad.
In the scuffle that ensued, my parents dived on me and my wrist got slit while the knife was being forceably remvoved from my hand.
Turns out they thought I had gone out and were trying out some roleplaying games to spice up their sex life.
As you can imagine this little adventure left me with more than just physical scars.
(Mon 7th Feb 2005, 11:04, More)
» Jobsworths
Damn Bouncers....
Once upon a time I was out in a town some 30 miles away from home with the missus and my sister. We had plenty to drink and at about 10:30pm went to a club.
The stupid twatage of a bouncer refused to let me into the club because I was wearing black "combat trousers". They were nothing of the sort, they just had an extra pocket on the legs. Not having spare trousers I came up with a cunning plan. (bare in mind, I was a bit pissed).
We went into a pub around the corner, ordered a drink each and I then took one pocket in each hand and ripped them from the main part of the trousers. They came away fine aside from a tiny hole where they were attached.
I shoved said pockets into the normal pockets, finished my drink and headed back to the club. This time the bouncer let me without question!
(Thu 12th May 2005, 13:46, More)
Damn Bouncers....
Once upon a time I was out in a town some 30 miles away from home with the missus and my sister. We had plenty to drink and at about 10:30pm went to a club.
The stupid twatage of a bouncer refused to let me into the club because I was wearing black "combat trousers". They were nothing of the sort, they just had an extra pocket on the legs. Not having spare trousers I came up with a cunning plan. (bare in mind, I was a bit pissed).
We went into a pub around the corner, ordered a drink each and I then took one pocket in each hand and ripped them from the main part of the trousers. They came away fine aside from a tiny hole where they were attached.
I shoved said pockets into the normal pockets, finished my drink and headed back to the club. This time the bouncer let me without question!
(Thu 12th May 2005, 13:46, More)
» My Worst Date
Battered by a bouncer...
Ok... well this wasn't really a date but it's kind of relevent. I had been seeing this girl that I met in a nightclub, she was a bit pikey and ginger, but I was desperate at the time.
One night not long after I had met her I had gone out on the piss with the lads and ended up in a nightclub. Whilst strutting my funky stuff on the dance floor I noticed said pikey bitch on the other side of the dance floor snogging the face off some bloke. Phukit I thought no big deal, I've snogged loads of gals since I met her. 20 minutes later she proceeds to come across the dance floor and tries to shove her tongue down my throat. Not being in the mood to share I told her to piss off and pushed her (gently) away.
Next thing I know this big mutha of a bouncer has picked me up by the neck and is dragging me down the stairs shouting something about battering women. He literally chucks me out of the fire escape where I sit trying to work out what the fuck just happened.
Fuckin arse left big fuckin bruises round my neck where he'd grabbed me. twat.
(Mon 25th Oct 2004, 11:02, More)
Battered by a bouncer...
Ok... well this wasn't really a date but it's kind of relevent. I had been seeing this girl that I met in a nightclub, she was a bit pikey and ginger, but I was desperate at the time.
One night not long after I had met her I had gone out on the piss with the lads and ended up in a nightclub. Whilst strutting my funky stuff on the dance floor I noticed said pikey bitch on the other side of the dance floor snogging the face off some bloke. Phukit I thought no big deal, I've snogged loads of gals since I met her. 20 minutes later she proceeds to come across the dance floor and tries to shove her tongue down my throat. Not being in the mood to share I told her to piss off and pushed her (gently) away.
Next thing I know this big mutha of a bouncer has picked me up by the neck and is dragging me down the stairs shouting something about battering women. He literally chucks me out of the fire escape where I sit trying to work out what the fuck just happened.
Fuckin arse left big fuckin bruises round my neck where he'd grabbed me. twat.
(Mon 25th Oct 2004, 11:02, More)