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I have had the funniest day in my entire life today. It all started around 9.00AM this morning when I went into town to do some much needed XBox window shopping. I popped into electronics boutique to check out the latest merchandise. Huddled around a demo-running XBox were a group of roughly ten townies, kitted out in standard puffer jackets with copyright baseball caps. They were playing NBA Live 2002, very fitting.
However, a bit of a 'frustration' fight broke out around the console. Two of the boys had obviously had enough of the scrappy controls and awkward AI and began taking it on each other. The swearing began, and was quickly surpassed by a heavy punch to the face. The speccy cash desk operator sprang to the rescue and started to split up the rough boys. In a grateful response he recieved a bloody nose. After a struggle the entire armourment of electronics boutique managed to escort the chaps outside the building. I was in hysterics, but managed, with trouble, to get to the vacant XBox myself and begin running through a few demos.
Nothing special, standard Microsoft launch titles, got bored, hand hurt due the awkward pad on Project Gotham, so left myself. Next stop - Coffee Republic on the high street, about 10:00AM. I needed to relax after the havoc of before, so ordered myself a large americano (with milk) and sat down at my table. I sparked up a Benson and began pondering the newspapers. In true fasion the papers still were full of Queen Mother related stories, so again, got bored. However my attention was slowly turned when I saw a woman walking down the small flight of stairs in pursuit of a vacant table. She was clearly struggling with her full-to-the-brim mocha with whipped cream, and obviously couldn't see clearly where she was going. As a result she walked directly into one of the glass panels which separates one section of the building from the other, spilling her fresh coffee all over the floor in the process. She looked around, checking nobody saw her mistake, funny how the coffee house was packed full, and went back to get a new coffee, or leave as was more likely. Was this woman short sighted? Or had the coffee republic staff done such a good job of polishing the panels that they look virtually invisible? Probably the former.
However, now feeling kind of odd, I decided to walk down to WH Smith to read some XBox magazines. This odd guy on the high street was dressed in silver, playing with a glass ball, and responded to the input of coins into his bucket. Wierd. Anyway, into WH Smith, grabbed X-Gamer, and quickly browsed through the reviews. How unwelcome was the interruption from a know-it-all townie who was trying his hardest to convince me that PS2 has more games. I bloody know the PS2 has more games, I don't need convincing thanks! Fed up, I walked home and decided to start some revision.
Into my house, my mate was on the phone to his girlfriend. Doing the old 'code language' type thing so I couldn't hear. *Ssssh* 'i....luv you' *SHOUTS* 'BYE!!!!' 'I'M GOING OUT WITH THE LADS LATER'. Makes me absolutely sick. Even more so as I know exactly what he says to her, jesus. Stuck Tony Hawk 3 on the PS2 and played a few games, getting good, then heard a loud smash in the front room. The window had been put through! Shockingly it was one of our freinds from Uni standing outside with a handful of water-balloons. 'I'm really sorry, I didn't know that would happen'.
Anyway, collected £50 off him for the damage, told him to p*ss off, and I am now sitting here writing about, what has been, the wierdest, and funniest, day in my life. Probably ever....
However, a bit of a 'frustration' fight broke out around the console. Two of the boys had obviously had enough of the scrappy controls and awkward AI and began taking it on each other. The swearing began, and was quickly surpassed by a heavy punch to the face. The speccy cash desk operator sprang to the rescue and started to split up the rough boys. In a grateful response he recieved a bloody nose. After a struggle the entire armourment of electronics boutique managed to escort the chaps outside the building. I was in hysterics, but managed, with trouble, to get to the vacant XBox myself and begin running through a few demos.
Nothing special, standard Microsoft launch titles, got bored, hand hurt due the awkward pad on Project Gotham, so left myself. Next stop - Coffee Republic on the high street, about 10:00AM. I needed to relax after the havoc of before, so ordered myself a large americano (with milk) and sat down at my table. I sparked up a Benson and began pondering the newspapers. In true fasion the papers still were full of Queen Mother related stories, so again, got bored. However my attention was slowly turned when I saw a woman walking down the small flight of stairs in pursuit of a vacant table. She was clearly struggling with her full-to-the-brim mocha with whipped cream, and obviously couldn't see clearly where she was going. As a result she walked directly into one of the glass panels which separates one section of the building from the other, spilling her fresh coffee all over the floor in the process. She looked around, checking nobody saw her mistake, funny how the coffee house was packed full, and went back to get a new coffee, or leave as was more likely. Was this woman short sighted? Or had the coffee republic staff done such a good job of polishing the panels that they look virtually invisible? Probably the former.
However, now feeling kind of odd, I decided to walk down to WH Smith to read some XBox magazines. This odd guy on the high street was dressed in silver, playing with a glass ball, and responded to the input of coins into his bucket. Wierd. Anyway, into WH Smith, grabbed X-Gamer, and quickly browsed through the reviews. How unwelcome was the interruption from a know-it-all townie who was trying his hardest to convince me that PS2 has more games. I bloody know the PS2 has more games, I don't need convincing thanks! Fed up, I walked home and decided to start some revision.
Into my house, my mate was on the phone to his girlfriend. Doing the old 'code language' type thing so I couldn't hear. *Ssssh* 'i....luv you' *SHOUTS* 'BYE!!!!' 'I'M GOING OUT WITH THE LADS LATER'. Makes me absolutely sick. Even more so as I know exactly what he says to her, jesus. Stuck Tony Hawk 3 on the PS2 and played a few games, getting good, then heard a loud smash in the front room. The window had been put through! Shockingly it was one of our freinds from Uni standing outside with a handful of water-balloons. 'I'm really sorry, I didn't know that would happen'.
Anyway, collected £50 off him for the damage, told him to p*ss off, and I am now sitting here writing about, what has been, the wierdest, and funniest, day in my life. Probably ever....
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SHEEPY wrote:
> hoha
Manics actually
Has Thom Yorke infiltrated the Manics.. I don't remember the Manics ever being so disillusioned with humanity.
Man Milk and lesbian dreams... advertising people must have a permanent imagination overload.
> hoha
Manics actually
Has Thom Yorke infiltrated the Manics.. I don't remember the Manics ever being so disillusioned with humanity.
Man Milk and lesbian dreams... advertising people must have a permanent imagination overload.
hoha
Manics actually
so errr lesbian dreams
nice
Manics actually
so errr lesbian dreams
nice
SHEEPY wrote:
" little people in litttle
> houses like maggets small blind and worthless "
Christ, he's possessed by the spirit of Thom Yorke
" little people in litttle
> houses like maggets small blind and worthless "
Christ, he's possessed by the spirit of Thom Yorke
slept most of day
got up
shower
ate
studied a bit
went out, drank lors
posted here
dada
T'is magic
" little people in litttle houses like maggets small blind and worthless "
there yoou go
got up
shower
ate
studied a bit
went out, drank lors
posted here
dada
T'is magic
" little people in litttle houses like maggets small blind and worthless "
there yoou go
I woke up and smoked.
Went to work and smoked.
Posted on the forums.
had lunch
Listened to a girl at work talking about a lesbian dream she had with another girl at work.
Made her tell me that bit again
Went home
Played JK2 online
Thought more about the lesbian dream thing.
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Not funny or weird but I enjoyed it
Went to work and smoked.
Posted on the forums.
had lunch
Listened to a girl at work talking about a lesbian dream she had with another girl at work.
Made her tell me that bit again
Went home
Played JK2 online
Thought more about the lesbian dream thing.
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Not funny or weird but I enjoyed it
See kids, let that be a lesson to you.
Water balloons are dangerous and puffer jackets are gay.
Listen to F***y. The force is strong in him.
Water balloons are dangerous and puffer jackets are gay.
Listen to F***y. The force is strong in him.
I have had the funniest day in my entire life today. It all started around 9.00AM this morning when I went into town to do some much needed XBox window shopping. I popped into electronics boutique to check out the latest merchandise. Huddled around a demo-running XBox were a group of roughly ten townies, kitted out in standard puffer jackets with copyright baseball caps. They were playing NBA Live 2002, very fitting.
However, a bit of a 'frustration' fight broke out around the console. Two of the boys had obviously had enough of the scrappy controls and awkward AI and began taking it on each other. The swearing began, and was quickly surpassed by a heavy punch to the face. The speccy cash desk operator sprang to the rescue and started to split up the rough boys. In a grateful response he recieved a bloody nose. After a struggle the entire armourment of electronics boutique managed to escort the chaps outside the building. I was in hysterics, but managed, with trouble, to get to the vacant XBox myself and begin running through a few demos.
Nothing special, standard Microsoft launch titles, got bored, hand hurt due the awkward pad on Project Gotham, so left myself. Next stop - Coffee Republic on the high street, about 10:00AM. I needed to relax after the havoc of before, so ordered myself a large americano (with milk) and sat down at my table. I sparked up a Benson and began pondering the newspapers. In true fasion the papers still were full of Queen Mother related stories, so again, got bored. However my attention was slowly turned when I saw a woman walking down the small flight of stairs in pursuit of a vacant table. She was clearly struggling with her full-to-the-brim mocha with whipped cream, and obviously couldn't see clearly where she was going. As a result she walked directly into one of the glass panels which separates one section of the building from the other, spilling her fresh coffee all over the floor in the process. She looked around, checking nobody saw her mistake, funny how the coffee house was packed full, and went back to get a new coffee, or leave as was more likely. Was this woman short sighted? Or had the coffee republic staff done such a good job of polishing the panels that they look virtually invisible? Probably the former.
However, now feeling kind of odd, I decided to walk down to WH Smith to read some XBox magazines. This odd guy on the high street was dressed in silver, playing with a glass ball, and responded to the input of coins into his bucket. Wierd. Anyway, into WH Smith, grabbed X-Gamer, and quickly browsed through the reviews. How unwelcome was the interruption from a know-it-all townie who was trying his hardest to convince me that PS2 has more games. I bloody know the PS2 has more games, I don't need convincing thanks! Fed up, I walked home and decided to start some revision.
Into my house, my mate was on the phone to his girlfriend. Doing the old 'code language' type thing so I couldn't hear. *Ssssh* 'i....luv you' *SHOUTS* 'BYE!!!!' 'I'M GOING OUT WITH THE LADS LATER'. Makes me absolutely sick. Even more so as I know exactly what he says to her, jesus. Stuck Tony Hawk 3 on the PS2 and played a few games, getting good, then heard a loud smash in the front room. The window had been put through! Shockingly it was one of our freinds from Uni standing outside with a handful of water-balloons. 'I'm really sorry, I didn't know that would happen'.
Anyway, collected £50 off him for the damage, told him to p*ss off, and I am now sitting here writing about, what has been, the wierdest, and funniest, day in my life. Probably ever....
However, a bit of a 'frustration' fight broke out around the console. Two of the boys had obviously had enough of the scrappy controls and awkward AI and began taking it on each other. The swearing began, and was quickly surpassed by a heavy punch to the face. The speccy cash desk operator sprang to the rescue and started to split up the rough boys. In a grateful response he recieved a bloody nose. After a struggle the entire armourment of electronics boutique managed to escort the chaps outside the building. I was in hysterics, but managed, with trouble, to get to the vacant XBox myself and begin running through a few demos.
Nothing special, standard Microsoft launch titles, got bored, hand hurt due the awkward pad on Project Gotham, so left myself. Next stop - Coffee Republic on the high street, about 10:00AM. I needed to relax after the havoc of before, so ordered myself a large americano (with milk) and sat down at my table. I sparked up a Benson and began pondering the newspapers. In true fasion the papers still were full of Queen Mother related stories, so again, got bored. However my attention was slowly turned when I saw a woman walking down the small flight of stairs in pursuit of a vacant table. She was clearly struggling with her full-to-the-brim mocha with whipped cream, and obviously couldn't see clearly where she was going. As a result she walked directly into one of the glass panels which separates one section of the building from the other, spilling her fresh coffee all over the floor in the process. She looked around, checking nobody saw her mistake, funny how the coffee house was packed full, and went back to get a new coffee, or leave as was more likely. Was this woman short sighted? Or had the coffee republic staff done such a good job of polishing the panels that they look virtually invisible? Probably the former.
However, now feeling kind of odd, I decided to walk down to WH Smith to read some XBox magazines. This odd guy on the high street was dressed in silver, playing with a glass ball, and responded to the input of coins into his bucket. Wierd. Anyway, into WH Smith, grabbed X-Gamer, and quickly browsed through the reviews. How unwelcome was the interruption from a know-it-all townie who was trying his hardest to convince me that PS2 has more games. I bloody know the PS2 has more games, I don't need convincing thanks! Fed up, I walked home and decided to start some revision.
Into my house, my mate was on the phone to his girlfriend. Doing the old 'code language' type thing so I couldn't hear. *Ssssh* 'i....luv you' *SHOUTS* 'BYE!!!!' 'I'M GOING OUT WITH THE LADS LATER'. Makes me absolutely sick. Even more so as I know exactly what he says to her, jesus. Stuck Tony Hawk 3 on the PS2 and played a few games, getting good, then heard a loud smash in the front room. The window had been put through! Shockingly it was one of our freinds from Uni standing outside with a handful of water-balloons. 'I'm really sorry, I didn't know that would happen'.
Anyway, collected £50 off him for the damage, told him to p*ss off, and I am now sitting here writing about, what has been, the wierdest, and funniest, day in my life. Probably ever....
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