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"Goatboy's Thread of his own"

A calm place where I can strut and and posture to my heart's content without being swamped by lusty imitators.

Ahhh...

*relaxes and puts his feet on the desk*

Quiet

Well don't walk through your car park late at night, you never know there might be a swan lurking.

The ones here are just really menacing and lurk in the car park in gangs.

Goatboy wrote:

>hur hur

>swans

Swans are crap. Used to have the buggers at uni. They poo everywhere, they peck your knees on the way back from the pub, and then have the audacity to wake you up in the morning by pecking on your window and expecting you to feed them.
Cheeky feathered blighters.

Interestingly enough though, if you turn a swan upside down in water, it can't right itself, and it'll drown. Not that I did of course. You can get in serious trouble for injuring a swan, as they all legally belong to the Queen.

I have absolutely no idea what you just wrote.

Take me to your swan boy of the goat.

Excellent.
My guitarist is coming down to where I work to drop off some click-tracks, which means I get spend a while showing him round the place and letting the swans chase him around the park

hur hur

swans

Reception stint over, time to eat bacon rolls and smoke lots.

Excellent.

Anyway, have fun, time for me to wander round town with cigarette dangling from mouth, Bet Lynch style.

I might not even come back, you just never know what could happen in the next half hour.

yeah well...er...shut up right because...um....

Goatboy wrote:
> Yes, I am aware of the role-reversal in me playing the lady for an hour.

I
> just sit on the net there, read Woman's Own and eat Kit-Kats.

Lovely.


Dont forget painting your nails and giggling like a schoolgirl when a nice looking fella pays you a bit of attention.

I bet you requested to go on reception.