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Let's make it a weekly tradition.. maybe even a pinned topic. We'll all gather round a cyber fireplace sitting Indian style and drinking Ovaltine and hear wisdom being imparted from our favorite Godfather Ape. |
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"omg i so totally lambasted i-x-10 on his last pitiful exucuse of a musical escapade" -dan |
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I can't wait. The Grinning Ape Children's Collection. And audio tape with DanMan reading stoires with ambient-induced pads, adding in the throbbing bass kick when the story climaxes. |
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*stunningly dumb comment* |
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I don't know about sitting Indian style, my knees are are like pipe cleaners at the moment. I'd prefer to lie back on a massive cushion and hear, imagine the pictures the words create |
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Its actually been officially changed to "Pretzel-style". |
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a massive cushion..? "the pictures the words create" sounds like the name of a BoC track. |
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Will you bloody kids all go to bed so I can watch the soft porn on The Film Zone channel, in peace! |
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so the story is going to be of a soft-erotic nature. wish I had a massive cushion. |
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You'll need one of those bean bags on your lap to cover your excitement at my tale of a young French student travelling around Europe and discovering herself through a series of erotic encounters. Well, that seems to be the upshot of all the films I ever see, in their bid to be sophisticated / saucy. |
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okay, some knockers, hopefully without any faux hippy electronica in my brains. |
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I would hope the cushion would be grindable. |
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and perhaps, also, washable. |
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I need an emoticon that expresses bewilderment suppressed by stoicism. |
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LETS GET SOME FUCK TONIGHT |
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Nigel deflated my massive cushion. |
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It just had the effect of making me hungry, for something stodgy like pizza or a cheese sandwich. |
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I need an emoticon that expresses bewilderment suppressed by stoicism. /:-| that work? |
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this dude i know managed to bust a seam in his pants from a boner |
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are you watching Bolero? |
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Alright. It's Friday. I want a fucking story. Go!!!!!!!!!!! |
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I'm fucking in |
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Exactly the time you said that, I was lying on the sofa half reading the paper, half watching the TV, half falling asleep (that's one and half things, multitasking)... it was ten to 10 at night, young Master Belch was in bed and Mrs Belch was sorting things out upstairs... when the doorbell rang. It's not uncommon for people to ring the bloody door giving you their sob story and asking for money, or offering there services to do anything, or selling something rubbish, or just checking out your house to rob, so I rarely open it. I ignored it on this occassion. Then again, 15 seconds later, a double ring, doubly annoying. I got up looking disheviled and carrying a beer, noisily opened the door, said "fuck off" (I wasn't bothered about translating) and slammed the door. I then reviewed the mental image and thought maybe the person was a neighbour, who is also the mum of one of mr's belches friends. But she is an annoying loud honking inconsiderate cow so I didn't feel too bad. The moral of this story is it's better to telephone. But not too late either. |
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I liked the story |
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Hahaha, bravo!! Nice (weird) slice of Chilean expatriat life.. So you never knew whether it was your buddy's mum or a poor beggar? or both? Regardless.. Thanks! Now to get in my pee jays and get a cup of kitchen water for my nightstand.. |
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i used to have a frriend who was well into the parranorrmal, he'd do 'rreadings' at the churrch he went to, and sometimes he'd do rreadings forr me (i didn't believe it, but i liked to supporrt him, it rreally sparrked something in him at the time), and it was fab. he'd put all the lights out, speak rreal low and lead me thrrough fucking weirrd garrdens, my place of peace orr something. could it be like that? |
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There's a bit of a twist in the tale that even suprised me. This afternoon, Mrs Belch is on the phone. I don't know who to but it turns out it is to Neighbor Woman apologising for my behaviour. Fair enough. But why was Neighbour Woman ringing the door at 10pm? Oh, nothing. Nothing? But what was it? Nothing. Nothing? But what was it? You don't need to know. No? But what was it? Imagine this conversation going on for 15 minutes with a screaming child and some Harpy kicking you in the leg.... I still don't know what she wanted. I went round there and told her not to knock on the door again. Who'd be me? |
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Oh it just goes on. Because I was so fucked off about not knowing why some woman came round our house at 10pm I went and knocked at her door, at 9pm, and told her not to knock anymore. Then, two hours later, the police came and visited us, apparently some non-Chliean guy threatend the neighbour, guess who that was. So I asked again what was the big deal about the neighbor coming round. After several tortorous (not literally) minutes... "oh her son's key, she needed the key" Right, so after familiar collapse and then the police, we find out... she needed a key... I can see why that was being so well protected from me.. because... oh no, no I don't. Am I alone in thinking everyone's insane, because if so, clearly I am insane. Look out Blighty, I may be coming back. |
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That's a classic "rip out your hair and piss all over the room" sort of scenario. Kudos for not resorting to murder. |
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no, you're right, everyone is fucking insane. :) |
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A fucked up situation, but it certainly improved story time! |
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Anything new? |
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I think your week provided a better story than I could. |
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i will never forget that bloody week... jesus christ. |
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Where is the Grinning Belch these days? I miss the guy... |
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i think b8's should not be bans but obliged more posting so you won't get off the xltgoodness |
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a b8? why? linky? |
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i heard dirty pictures, but i missed this particular goodness |
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oh i meant b7, the temp one |
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the pics these kids come up with these days... i think i remember the incident. dirty is highly overstated ...unless you want to insult Valor... |
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Valor is the judge dredd of xlt |
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