Does exactly what it says on the tin. Some of the nonsense contained herein may be very loosely related to The Sisters of Mercy, but I wouldn't bet your PayPal account on it. In keeping with the internet's general theme nothing written here should be taken as Gospel: over three quarters of it is utter gibberish, and most of the forum's denizens haven't spoken to another human being face-to-face for decades. Don't worry your pretty little heads about it. Above all else, remember this: You don't have to stay forever. I will understand.
I was going to a friend's house for the night, and the party that would be happening next door to said friend's house.
Due to my stupid dog not having anywhere to stay that night, and because of fireworks and his fear of them, we'll probably have to stay at home.
Unless my dad drops me off at my friend's. If not, I'll spend all night either online, or upstairs in the dark, listening to you-know-who by candlelight.
a night in front of one monitor or another doing serious damaged to my case of McGuigan Black Label, nice...
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
lazarus corporation wrote:
I should refer you to whichever post I posted wheren I said i was drunk and would be making inappropriate advances to young ladies...
lazarus corporation wrote:
I should refer you to whichever post I posted wheren I said i was drunk and would be making inappropriate advances to young ladies...
Any inappropriate advances accepted!!!
wow - that's the first time that's worked. god bless the internet!
In a definite role reversal, I'm going to be driving my parents to a party and then picking them up between 3 and 4.
No drink, no drugs, and the added attraction of howling across the countryside when there's no traffic about.
And it's the only time I can get my Dad to listen to The Sisters and say, "Hey! What's this? It's got a good beat."
Anyway, have a drink for me, and A Happy New Year to the lot of you.
See you round.
I hope it all goes with a bang ... rather like Mrs JB who's just texted to let me know she dropped a 20 bottle box of Bud at the checkout in our local ASDA. She mentioned something about it 'sounding like the crack of gunshots' and it all being 'rather messy ...'
Loki was never worshiped as the other Gods,
Which is quite understandable.
I hope it all goes with a bang ... rather like Mrs JB who's just texted to let me know she dropped a 20 bottle box of Bud at the checkout in our local ASDA. She mentioned something about it 'sounding like the crack of gunshots' and it all being 'rather messy ...'
What’s the difference between a buffalo and a bison?
New Years Eve is always a night in for me. I can't be doing with all the amateur drinkers puking everywhere. And there's always some drunken pub singer who thinks he can take advantage of the occasion to grope your wife. Then his wife takes this as a sign to throw herself at you and before you can say "p*ss off you old slapper" all hell's broken loose. Ring any bells?
And you know that she's half crazy but that's why you want to be there.
Gripper wrote:In a definite role reversal, I'm going to be driving my parents to a party and then picking them up between 3 and 4.
No drink, no drugs, and the added attraction of howling across the countryside when there's no traffic about.
And it's the only time I can get my Dad to listen to The Sisters and say, "Hey! What's this? It's got a good beat."
Anyway, have a drink for me, and A Happy New Year to the lot of you.
See you round.
Cheers,
Gripper
I'll have a few for you. Starts early here. Birthday party for my father at 2PM