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"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
eastmidswhizzkid wrote:collecting more furniture (regardless of how nice it is) as my gaff is starting to get cluttered.
having just thrown out an entire chest of drawers (old and knackered) to make way for an antique chest of drawers/cupboard what should i spy looking lonely and unwanted outside but a rather comfy leather sofa...
so...after deciding that all of the dodgier looking stains and general dirt-patches could be removed at some lenghth with hot, soapy water, i single-handedly manouvered a deceptively heavy sofa all the wayaround the block of flats i live in and waited patiently for a strong-looking passer-by to help me move it upthree flights of stairs. two hours laterit is getting dark, about to piss it down and the sofa's still outside. that's how good i am at giving things up.
Well I was handsome and I was strong
And I knew the words to every song.
"Did my singing please you?"
"No! The words you sang were wrong!"
the building will collapse then how daft will you look?
"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
boudicca wrote:I must stop drinking Pepsi Max as my sole source of fluids... I can feel it doing bad things to my insides, but I'm addicted to the fizziness!
boudicca wrote:I must stop drinking Pepsi Max as my sole source of fluids... I can feel it doing bad things to my insides, but I'm addicted to the fizziness!
Actually, that is what I alternate with when I'm not drinking Pepsi!
There's a man with a mullet going mad with a mallet in Millets
Obviousman wrote:
Never put any valuable or breakable stuff in your checked luggage! Or any worn underwear, from personal experience
they nick worn underwear?
Only Zeno's "tighty whities"
Oi!
They seem to do, but I was only wee when they did, about six or so. Me and the parents got home sans underwear, which was a bit irritating. Heathrow IIRC
"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