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"Who the hell am I and what the **** am I doing?"
This is the question I ask myself the most.
The answer is never clear.
I always arrive at the same conclusion that I haven't got the faintest idea who I really am.
But this is okay. Because being "lost" and plagued with self-doubt is probably more interesting anyway.
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I then get to thinking about who I want to be - who I want to become.
I attempt to answer seriously, but in the end I fail - I only want to be "he who I am", but who the hell am I?
So just for the hell of it I then ask myself a further question: "If I was somebody else who would I be?"
The everchanging answers come as east as pie.
Today I'd be Mister Ben.
I mean, that guy can turn a normal stroll to the shops into a heroic adventure.
Call in at the Fancy Dress shop, try on a costume, look in the mirror, and then get sucked-off by the all-knowing shop assistant - into a place where c*ck-and-bull fantasy becomes fact.
No need of videogames for him. I envy that wobbly cartoon.
So just for the hell of it: IF YOU WERE SOMEBODY ELSE WHO WOULD YOU BE?
[Note: this is my gratuitous attempt at a popular post.]
This is the question I ask myself the most.
The answer is never clear.
I always arrive at the same conclusion that I haven't got the faintest idea who I really am.
But this is okay. Because being "lost" and plagued with self-doubt is probably more interesting anyway.
[?]
I then get to thinking about who I want to be - who I want to become.
I attempt to answer seriously, but in the end I fail - I only want to be "he who I am", but who the hell am I?
So just for the hell of it I then ask myself a further question: "If I was somebody else who would I be?"
The everchanging answers come as east as pie.
Today I'd be Mister Ben.
I mean, that guy can turn a normal stroll to the shops into a heroic adventure.
Call in at the Fancy Dress shop, try on a costume, look in the mirror, and then get sucked-off by the all-knowing shop assistant - into a place where c*ck-and-bull fantasy becomes fact.
No need of videogames for him. I envy that wobbly cartoon.
So just for the hell of it: IF YOU WERE SOMEBODY ELSE WHO WOULD YOU BE?
[Note: this is my gratuitous attempt at a popular post.]
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"Come and live on my island, children. You'll love eating my meaty sausage everyday"
Captain Birdseye is in the same league as S Club 8
"I'm heading in a Nude Erection"
Captain Birdseye is in the same league as S Club 8
"I'm heading in a Nude Erection"
Walls balls is another... try and mock that in some way...
Heh, Captain Birdseye - some see him as a sexual deviant, I see him as a 21st Gandalf figure.
"this meaty bag of balls is all for you, children"
*century*
Oh meat balls.
Oh meat balls.
lol. it is a bit weird the way he lives on that island with all the kids. I bet he's never actually been on a boat, and is terrified of the sea and everything in it. Captain BirdsBollocks...
I'll never view good old Cap'tin Birdseye the same again.
Don't forget Barney.
One of his 'friends' is called BJ.
"BJ is good at playng the trumpet"
One of his 'friends' is called BJ.
"BJ is good at playng the trumpet"
He must get all hot and sweaty in that big purple suit. Especially when all the little kids are clambering over him...
gerrid wrote:
> Don't forget Barney.
> One of his 'friends' is called BJ.
>
> "BJ is good at playng the trumpet"
I think I did well with that post. And the R Kelly one.
Hmmm... never got round to the Cap'n Birdseye one though.
> Don't forget Barney.
> One of his 'friends' is called BJ.
>
> "BJ is good at playng the trumpet"
I think I did well with that post. And the R Kelly one.
Hmmm... never got round to the Cap'n Birdseye one though.
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