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.
sandwich made of white bread, humous, olives with little guys in, + pimms and lemonade. The pimms and lemonade weren't in the sandwich. I bin to the dox today and I have a lung infection comprising nineteen twenty-fourths of my lung capacity. I'm told the pimms will help. Something to do with a posh disease like consumption. ooh ah cantona.
The strange thing is, on my browser, (Safari if anyone cares) if you leave them onscreen long enough, they gradually get out of sync with each other. I noticed it the other day; there was a long line of these in a post, I left for a fag break, and when I came back they were doing a funky little Mexican wave
The fundamental cause of the trouble is that in the modern world the stupid are cocksure while the intelligent are full of doubt.
—Bertrand Russell
Currently pining for leftovers of the penne with smoked salmon, cream and dill that I whipped up last night. Guess that subscription to Bon Appetit is finally paying off. Me cook good.
Margarine, lots of branston pickle, 2 slices of corned beef, iceberg lettuce, plain crisps & 'red hot' tobasco sauce. trsut me, its not .
I can't eat anything without my tobasco!
“I got lost in the mirror, wondering what could have been, I couldn’t help but kill her, but I couldn’t kill the dream.”