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Well, i have a website. *dances*
CLICKETH, yo!
Panties are a gift to us men by Jesus. Seriously, he didn't die on that cross for nothing. Well, not just panties... DVD players too!
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» My Worst Date
El Flambé!
As a precursor to an actual date, I was having a meal with my now current girlfriend Hannah and her mate Matt at a Lloyd's Bar.
Being the easily amused students that we were, we had ganked a quantity of free boxes of matches. This factor of free matches plus a simple nightlight on the table added to our amusement. Many matches later, and the whole thing was a bit worryingly firey.
Being the safety whizz that I was, I tried blowing out the candle, only to knock it over sending a stream of fire and wax shooting across the table, and unto the shirt of her friend. Luckily he was able to put out said fire, but I got burns to my hands trying to pick up what remained of the nightlight case.
As he didn't hold being set on fire against me, Matt is (and will remain) the nicest person in the world. I did eventually sleep with Hannah, after weeks of horrible blistering burned fingers. So it all worked out in the end. Huzzah!
Ps, don't play with matches. It's not down with the kids, yo!
(Tue 26th Oct 2004, 17:12, More)
El Flambé!
As a precursor to an actual date, I was having a meal with my now current girlfriend Hannah and her mate Matt at a Lloyd's Bar.
Being the easily amused students that we were, we had ganked a quantity of free boxes of matches. This factor of free matches plus a simple nightlight on the table added to our amusement. Many matches later, and the whole thing was a bit worryingly firey.
Being the safety whizz that I was, I tried blowing out the candle, only to knock it over sending a stream of fire and wax shooting across the table, and unto the shirt of her friend. Luckily he was able to put out said fire, but I got burns to my hands trying to pick up what remained of the nightlight case.
As he didn't hold being set on fire against me, Matt is (and will remain) the nicest person in the world. I did eventually sleep with Hannah, after weeks of horrible blistering burned fingers. So it all worked out in the end. Huzzah!
Ps, don't play with matches. It's not down with the kids, yo!
(Tue 26th Oct 2004, 17:12, More)
» I just don't get it
Roman Polanksi
People love his films, yet forget the fact that he's a fugitive kiddie-fiddler on the run (who ran away to France, like a little girl *badumtish*), why?
(Thu 31st Mar 2005, 16:42, More)
Roman Polanksi
People love his films, yet forget the fact that he's a fugitive kiddie-fiddler on the run (who ran away to France, like a little girl *badumtish*), why?
(Thu 31st Mar 2005, 16:42, More)