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[Guest]

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24 hours later and everything's the same. Only actually a bit worse. Oh well.

[My Name Is Ian]

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As. A. Fucking. Pudding.

Basically.

[Gerontophile]

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I wish I could post as concisely as that (200) when I am in rodent-derriere-like mode.

[My Name Is Ian]

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Wow. That was quite restrained of me.

[JtS]

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Larry, Moe & Curly?

[Gerontophile]

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ok, I am there, what shall we talk about?

[Gangster Octopus]

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Uh oh, gero's on a bender...

[Gerontophile]

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asdf;lkjasdlkfjk

too many possibilities, GO.

[Gerontophile]

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and my goal here today was to get to 2500 hundred posts... I think the one above this, is actually Prima, in all.

I bow to those who have more, and less, and I wave in the distance at the ursine collective (what will happen with global warming? THIS is why those buggers are all moving south... to get an internet connection now that there is nothing solid to lay a laptop on)

[EIM]

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I'm ahead of you still, I think. Though I'm not sure how, you were pasting me t'other week.

[Gerontophile]

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Two holidays, one in Blackpool and Manchester (ok, those were work), and one in Manchester (this should read Amsterdam, and I forgot to mention Praha, which I am still disseminating).

One four-day span for being absolutely hungover. Two 2 day spans of pure self loathing, and there you are, everyone has caught up.

I stopped worrying when I knew I that TUC were untouchable, so, post when here, catch up when not.

and your choice of biscuits is still shite.

[Gerontophile]

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I gained lots of ground with Euro 2008, and more especially Eurovision, where, it was almost every 30 seconds... and none worthwhile reading until NEXT year.

[Gerontophile]

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Had a kip, fucked off my soon to be ex partner, fucked off the next in line (who was supposed to come to Barcelona with me), and feel absolutely no pain.

Shit, I must be doing something right.

My STBE, bought me the Glasvegas album... that was sweet of him.

Now I have a fucking 'shit life' earworm... (what a classy album.)

[Gerontophile]

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sorry all... shall I tell you a wee story?

Last night, after I signed off, absolutely mullered of course, I decided to go and seek out the guy who owns the pair of American pitbulls who savaged my little Parson Russell on Monday. With a very large cleaver, and my baseball bat.

Fortunately, I bumped into my only friend on the estate, who guided me back home, and told the STBE that I need a lie down.

Dont worry, I am going up to the gym later to knock fuck out of a body bag, before I end up in one.

The person who owns the dogs I mentioned is 6' 4, and shit brickhouse like. Admittedly I can hold my 5' 9 self quite well, but probably not after 2 bottles of (gorgeous) wine and several beers of non-specific origin.

The words 'getitfuckingtogetheryoucock' spring to mind.

Oh, and apologies if I offended anyone last night, or indeed, ever. Sorry.

(Not sorry about the Glasvegas thing)