The Fish

oh dear I thought my clock said 03:47 ... balls... right I'm off to sleep then

shouldn't you be in bed mate? surely you've work in the morning?

is closed to uncovering my plot to have all threads entangled and chaoticpurely to have the joy of repeating the following phrase "oh, what a tangled web we weave when at first we practise Bukakke"

sould know that the "listening to.." thread inspires much naughtiness and acts of brigandery from me

with that attitude, surely good old Alvaro will be signing for Liverpool any month now...

fancies himself, a bit of a ladies man. which is close to the truth, only a few letters here and there and it would be entirely correct

I would consider it a life lived if it were filled with days that was stacked each side of the scales

becca deffo

fuck you, you fucking Volvo! lmao

but surely that means you'll miss the game... so why so sad?

is there anything that you two won't deride?

take him to the Sage it's quite impressive and it also usually has cat burgulars abseiling into one of the windows at the top of the building. there's also a lift to the car park where from the top floor, you can look through a window in the floor at peoples balding spots.

should know I just beat west brom in the FA cup.... in a game.... which makes me a silly Ghananian with a bad hairdo

missed out a letter and in so doing spawned Gunjarget-tharurulnesqulpinge the God of missing letters

I stayed in with my girly housemates and worked on a practical report while they payed drinking games and got progressively dishevelled. I was then roped into being the Sultan of Spin, now while you and I may have mistaken this for perhaps a wee jaunt into the wonderful world of cool pseudonym-ed D-J's like Fat Boy Slim and Mr Scruff, it was, instead, simply the task of flicking the Twister Spinner and calling out the designated body part and colour... now small and petty men may have misused the trust and grown power hungry when faced with this responsibility. One would imagine they would deliberate and asess the most inconvenient limb and coressponding hue, forcing the aforementioned inebriated ladies into the most perplexing and... dare I say provocative of stance for mere amusement... if I said I didn't do this a little I'd be lying.... so I won't say it instead I'll say that phrase that rattled around my head for the hour or so, that the game took up. Booooobies"

never feels the need to get out of first gear

I'd be surprised. But going within ten paces of a woman might help you get a shag rather than hanging around the bar moaning about how you never pull. 56293[/snapback] also showing you're not totally obsessed with how other people view you might endear you to girls. few like a socially retarded pompous bloke.

Even fucking hideous ones like you? Dancing is for mincers. Fuh. Ah. Cuh. Tuh. 56063[/snapback] how else would you explain my notch ridden bed post ginge? standing by the bar bitching about men dancing is for fat wankers who take themselves far too seriously.... tbh....

is right in his assesment of my "sick bastid"-ness but for the wrong reason. I'm no geriaphile, I'm a Hamsterphile mmmmm Hamsters.

I already going to Edinburgh, cos I've got friends who have freinds who live there. You'll meet me and introduce me to your comedic chums, I'll regale them with my witty erdutie anecdotes, then they'll love me and call me their king, perhaps share their fortunes with me and sell their shoes for a knock down price. and simply because I've never used it I'd like to practise this smiley I call it the Jonny Bravo standing beside "Confusoman"

I'm still agog at the ability for Aussies to play away games, you'd think the parole board would frown on border crossing like that..

shows confidence and as long as you don't bite your bottom lip and squint they know you don't take yourself too seriously. but yeah, girls are more likely to find guys that dance attractive.

I'm quite the horrid little man. I think you're suitably random to make plenty of people smile, laugh and maybe even pay for the privelege, but I might be biased because I thoroughly enjoy flights of fancy into the rediculous and random

... you've blatantly got access to the internet, so why don't you buy a bride and deal with your obvious need for sexual release