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Last night I was part of a group of people who had uncovered a sinister government plot (similar to the second hand television sales plot) in which a nasty virus was to be used against the population. Through all manner of events eventually there were three of us left. We had a canister of strange…
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Emily Pankhurst can eat my shorts A poem by Stegzy Gnomepants aged 34 1/2 I tidy up I miss a bit I paint the room Looks like a dogs tit I cook your dinner You want to get thinner I am the sinner You are the winner I vacuum the floor There’s still dirt Sweep…
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So I’m sat here in the garden overlooking the lane with no name. Parasol erected, bench nicely placed in the shade and a can of cool cold beer. This morning I had a trip to the dentist. £44 for a bit of metal to be stuffed into a hole. 20 minutes work. Tell you, if…
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Last night I discovered that one of the gerbils i used to keep as a teenager was still alive and in a bad way seeing how nobody had cleaned or fed the poor bugger for 20 years. So I cleaned the cage and gave him some food and water. He seemed a little happier :).
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This evening I met the delightfully fantastic and more than terrific long time F-lister starsnsammiches for afternoon drinkies in the delightfully weird city of Doncaster. Who brought me bread and delightful conversations of all topics. A damn fine long over due time was had. 😀 Huzzah!
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I’ve done polls on this very subject. This morning I was making my daily ablutions and that creeping feeling, which normally occurs an hour after adjourning from bed, held me by the hand and sat me on the porcelain chair. Eager to get on with the day’s tasks I hurriedly made the necessary bodily function…
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Time travelling time wasting time filling game thing
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Today marks the 4th anniversary of my first LJ post. I have been going through old posts recently attempting to tidy them up and tag them. In those 4 years there have been a lot of polls and a lot of changes, I’ve changed jobs, gone to Uni, moved from one side of the country…
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Last night the terrifying tight fitting PVC cat suit wearing vampiresses with comedy inflatable breasts took a break from trying to get me. Instead passing the mantle to the bin-baggers. Bin-baggers? You ask. Bin-baggers. Terrifying collective of people who stop people on the street, at home or other unlikely place then cover the head of…
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