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Not been around for a while, thought I'd fill you in on why:
Moved back from my placement year. Got home on the sunday of the World Cup finals in time to go round my brothers to watch the match. Was really knackered, had been to a party thre night before (my last night in Surrey). Got very pi##ed and had a bit of a smoke (I'm not a regular cannbis user, so it's effects on me were amusing. To everyone else), so I was really wasted. Hightly amusing. Got in about 7am after having no sleep and made a peanut butter sandwich for breakfast. Packed, moved home.
At the party I met someone who I really got one with, we've been keeping in touch since. Meeting up with her in London next week. Going on the Big Wheel thing that's there. I'm scared of heights. Great.
The day after I get home, my parents go away on holiday. They get back this saturday. Things are good at home for a while, I manage to order in pizzas and stuff. But then I realise it!
I put clothes in the laundry basket thing, and THEY'RE NOT COMING BACK TO ME! Sh#t! I have to do my own washing. And ironing.
Ironing is THE most stupid, difficult, complete waste of time task I've ever had the misfortune of attempting. What a bunch of ar#e. By the time I'd finished one shirt, about three hours had passed, and there were more creases in than when I started.
Also, why is a single sheet so damn big?! It's about5 times bigger than a single duvet cover, what's going on?!?!
LAst saturday I had a few people over for some beer and a bbq before we went off to a club. I tried to hoover the house, but I broke the hoover! I trod on the wire without realising, and pushed the hoover away, in a kind of "hoovering" motion, and the wire went tight and just fell out! Luckily they didn't touch or my house would probably have burnt down!
So anyway, I had to have people round to a not-completely-clean house. Which bugged me, as things have to look good. And having a carpet with s##t all over it isn't too impressive*
Anyway, the evening goes well. Got very drunk. My mate had a bottle of "Jiggy jiggy juice" which, apparently, comes from cyrpus and is 52%. IT tasted like meths. It felt like I was paint stripping my stomach every time I had some. Add to the vodka and the beer, and we were all VERY drunk.
Got to the club. Request MC Hammer - "Can'tr touch this" 'Yes mate, we'll play it later', I'm told. They don't.
Some people leave, some come back to mine. At about3am I find myself outside with this lovely lady called Mel. Things are happening - I won't go into details. However, not only does she have a bloke (who's not out with us), but my best mate fancies her. He is out with us, and has wandered into the garden to see me and her, with her "panting" as he described it to me the next day.
Oooops.
Anyway, they all leave. I end up sitting in the garden at 5am, with the sun starting to rise and the birds beginning to sing. Finally grab about 3 hours sleep, then get up to watch the British GP, which was a damn good race, except Schumacher won. Can't they just give him the trophy and tell him not to bother coming back next year? Hopefully he'll retire at the end of the season anyway.
Have to do more ironing this week (and I bloody hate it). My next bird will have to pass an ironing test before anythings happens, as I'm never going to pick an iron up again for the rest of my life.
Now that the hoover is fixed, I have to clean the house and throw away all the fruit and vegetables that I was supposed to eat over the last week, and buy some more before my parents get back in 2 days.
So there you go. I bet you're so glad you wasted 5 minutes of your life reading this rubbish.
*There wasn't actually lumps of s##t on my carpet, it was just slightly dirty.
Moved back from my placement year. Got home on the sunday of the World Cup finals in time to go round my brothers to watch the match. Was really knackered, had been to a party thre night before (my last night in Surrey). Got very pi##ed and had a bit of a smoke (I'm not a regular cannbis user, so it's effects on me were amusing. To everyone else), so I was really wasted. Hightly amusing. Got in about 7am after having no sleep and made a peanut butter sandwich for breakfast. Packed, moved home.
At the party I met someone who I really got one with, we've been keeping in touch since. Meeting up with her in London next week. Going on the Big Wheel thing that's there. I'm scared of heights. Great.
The day after I get home, my parents go away on holiday. They get back this saturday. Things are good at home for a while, I manage to order in pizzas and stuff. But then I realise it!
I put clothes in the laundry basket thing, and THEY'RE NOT COMING BACK TO ME! Sh#t! I have to do my own washing. And ironing.
Ironing is THE most stupid, difficult, complete waste of time task I've ever had the misfortune of attempting. What a bunch of ar#e. By the time I'd finished one shirt, about three hours had passed, and there were more creases in than when I started.
Also, why is a single sheet so damn big?! It's about5 times bigger than a single duvet cover, what's going on?!?!
LAst saturday I had a few people over for some beer and a bbq before we went off to a club. I tried to hoover the house, but I broke the hoover! I trod on the wire without realising, and pushed the hoover away, in a kind of "hoovering" motion, and the wire went tight and just fell out! Luckily they didn't touch or my house would probably have burnt down!
So anyway, I had to have people round to a not-completely-clean house. Which bugged me, as things have to look good. And having a carpet with s##t all over it isn't too impressive*
Anyway, the evening goes well. Got very drunk. My mate had a bottle of "Jiggy jiggy juice" which, apparently, comes from cyrpus and is 52%. IT tasted like meths. It felt like I was paint stripping my stomach every time I had some. Add to the vodka and the beer, and we were all VERY drunk.
Got to the club. Request MC Hammer - "Can'tr touch this" 'Yes mate, we'll play it later', I'm told. They don't.
Some people leave, some come back to mine. At about3am I find myself outside with this lovely lady called Mel. Things are happening - I won't go into details. However, not only does she have a bloke (who's not out with us), but my best mate fancies her. He is out with us, and has wandered into the garden to see me and her, with her "panting" as he described it to me the next day.
Oooops.
Anyway, they all leave. I end up sitting in the garden at 5am, with the sun starting to rise and the birds beginning to sing. Finally grab about 3 hours sleep, then get up to watch the British GP, which was a damn good race, except Schumacher won. Can't they just give him the trophy and tell him not to bother coming back next year? Hopefully he'll retire at the end of the season anyway.
Have to do more ironing this week (and I bloody hate it). My next bird will have to pass an ironing test before anythings happens, as I'm never going to pick an iron up again for the rest of my life.
Now that the hoover is fixed, I have to clean the house and throw away all the fruit and vegetables that I was supposed to eat over the last week, and buy some more before my parents get back in 2 days.
So there you go. I bet you're so glad you wasted 5 minutes of your life reading this rubbish.
*There wasn't actually lumps of s##t on my carpet, it was just slightly dirty.
Your Honour wrote:
> So anyway, I had to have people round to a not-completely-clean house.
> Which bugged me, as things have to look good. And having a carpet with
> s##t all over it isn't too impressive.
I know how you feel, I hate watching TV in a dirty room...does that make me a woman?
> So anyway, I had to have people round to a not-completely-clean house.
> Which bugged me, as things have to look good. And having a carpet with
> s##t all over it isn't too impressive.
I know how you feel, I hate watching TV in a dirty room...does that make me a woman?
Cyclone wrote:
> Grix Thraves wrote:
> forfilled.
>
> That seems wrong to me.......I don't know why.
Probably because it should be fulfilled.
> Grix Thraves wrote:
> forfilled.
>
> That seems wrong to me.......I don't know why.
Probably because it should be fulfilled.
Grix Thraves wrote:
> forfilled.
That seems wrong to me.......I don't know why.
> forfilled.
That seems wrong to me.......I don't know why.
God im really bad with heights. If i went on that wheel i would be totally frozen to the spot.
I read all of that. I feel somewhat forfilled.
I must admit... the British Grand Prix was a damn good race. It's sounds like you've been having a good time.
The Millenium Wheel is so boring, and I wouldn't go on it if I were ascared of heights. Good luck with that.
I can't iron either, you should try some of that fabric softener stuff that makes clothes softer, and easier to iron, if they need ironing at all. Lenor or something, I don't know.
Ironing is an artform perfected by specialists (women), and something men can hardly ever do properly. But women can't slice bread to save their lives, so it balances out.
I can't iron either, you should try some of that fabric softener stuff that makes clothes softer, and easier to iron, if they need ironing at all. Lenor or something, I don't know.
Ironing is an artform perfected by specialists (women), and something men can hardly ever do properly. But women can't slice bread to save their lives, so it balances out.
Not been around for a while, thought I'd fill you in on why:
Moved back from my placement year. Got home on the sunday of the World Cup finals in time to go round my brothers to watch the match. Was really knackered, had been to a party thre night before (my last night in Surrey). Got very pi##ed and had a bit of a smoke (I'm not a regular cannbis user, so it's effects on me were amusing. To everyone else), so I was really wasted. Hightly amusing. Got in about 7am after having no sleep and made a peanut butter sandwich for breakfast. Packed, moved home.
At the party I met someone who I really got one with, we've been keeping in touch since. Meeting up with her in London next week. Going on the Big Wheel thing that's there. I'm scared of heights. Great.
The day after I get home, my parents go away on holiday. They get back this saturday. Things are good at home for a while, I manage to order in pizzas and stuff. But then I realise it!
I put clothes in the laundry basket thing, and THEY'RE NOT COMING BACK TO ME! Sh#t! I have to do my own washing. And ironing.
Ironing is THE most stupid, difficult, complete waste of time task I've ever had the misfortune of attempting. What a bunch of ar#e. By the time I'd finished one shirt, about three hours had passed, and there were more creases in than when I started.
Also, why is a single sheet so damn big?! It's about5 times bigger than a single duvet cover, what's going on?!?!
LAst saturday I had a few people over for some beer and a bbq before we went off to a club. I tried to hoover the house, but I broke the hoover! I trod on the wire without realising, and pushed the hoover away, in a kind of "hoovering" motion, and the wire went tight and just fell out! Luckily they didn't touch or my house would probably have burnt down!
So anyway, I had to have people round to a not-completely-clean house. Which bugged me, as things have to look good. And having a carpet with s##t all over it isn't too impressive*
Anyway, the evening goes well. Got very drunk. My mate had a bottle of "Jiggy jiggy juice" which, apparently, comes from cyrpus and is 52%. IT tasted like meths. It felt like I was paint stripping my stomach every time I had some. Add to the vodka and the beer, and we were all VERY drunk.
Got to the club. Request MC Hammer - "Can'tr touch this" 'Yes mate, we'll play it later', I'm told. They don't.
Some people leave, some come back to mine. At about3am I find myself outside with this lovely lady called Mel. Things are happening - I won't go into details. However, not only does she have a bloke (who's not out with us), but my best mate fancies her. He is out with us, and has wandered into the garden to see me and her, with her "panting" as he described it to me the next day.
Oooops.
Anyway, they all leave. I end up sitting in the garden at 5am, with the sun starting to rise and the birds beginning to sing. Finally grab about 3 hours sleep, then get up to watch the British GP, which was a damn good race, except Schumacher won. Can't they just give him the trophy and tell him not to bother coming back next year? Hopefully he'll retire at the end of the season anyway.
Have to do more ironing this week (and I bloody hate it). My next bird will have to pass an ironing test before anythings happens, as I'm never going to pick an iron up again for the rest of my life.
Now that the hoover is fixed, I have to clean the house and throw away all the fruit and vegetables that I was supposed to eat over the last week, and buy some more before my parents get back in 2 days.
So there you go. I bet you're so glad you wasted 5 minutes of your life reading this rubbish.
*There wasn't actually lumps of s##t on my carpet, it was just slightly dirty.
Moved back from my placement year. Got home on the sunday of the World Cup finals in time to go round my brothers to watch the match. Was really knackered, had been to a party thre night before (my last night in Surrey). Got very pi##ed and had a bit of a smoke (I'm not a regular cannbis user, so it's effects on me were amusing. To everyone else), so I was really wasted. Hightly amusing. Got in about 7am after having no sleep and made a peanut butter sandwich for breakfast. Packed, moved home.
At the party I met someone who I really got one with, we've been keeping in touch since. Meeting up with her in London next week. Going on the Big Wheel thing that's there. I'm scared of heights. Great.
The day after I get home, my parents go away on holiday. They get back this saturday. Things are good at home for a while, I manage to order in pizzas and stuff. But then I realise it!
I put clothes in the laundry basket thing, and THEY'RE NOT COMING BACK TO ME! Sh#t! I have to do my own washing. And ironing.
Ironing is THE most stupid, difficult, complete waste of time task I've ever had the misfortune of attempting. What a bunch of ar#e. By the time I'd finished one shirt, about three hours had passed, and there were more creases in than when I started.
Also, why is a single sheet so damn big?! It's about5 times bigger than a single duvet cover, what's going on?!?!
LAst saturday I had a few people over for some beer and a bbq before we went off to a club. I tried to hoover the house, but I broke the hoover! I trod on the wire without realising, and pushed the hoover away, in a kind of "hoovering" motion, and the wire went tight and just fell out! Luckily they didn't touch or my house would probably have burnt down!
So anyway, I had to have people round to a not-completely-clean house. Which bugged me, as things have to look good. And having a carpet with s##t all over it isn't too impressive*
Anyway, the evening goes well. Got very drunk. My mate had a bottle of "Jiggy jiggy juice" which, apparently, comes from cyrpus and is 52%. IT tasted like meths. It felt like I was paint stripping my stomach every time I had some. Add to the vodka and the beer, and we were all VERY drunk.
Got to the club. Request MC Hammer - "Can'tr touch this" 'Yes mate, we'll play it later', I'm told. They don't.
Some people leave, some come back to mine. At about3am I find myself outside with this lovely lady called Mel. Things are happening - I won't go into details. However, not only does she have a bloke (who's not out with us), but my best mate fancies her. He is out with us, and has wandered into the garden to see me and her, with her "panting" as he described it to me the next day.
Oooops.
Anyway, they all leave. I end up sitting in the garden at 5am, with the sun starting to rise and the birds beginning to sing. Finally grab about 3 hours sleep, then get up to watch the British GP, which was a damn good race, except Schumacher won. Can't they just give him the trophy and tell him not to bother coming back next year? Hopefully he'll retire at the end of the season anyway.
Have to do more ironing this week (and I bloody hate it). My next bird will have to pass an ironing test before anythings happens, as I'm never going to pick an iron up again for the rest of my life.
Now that the hoover is fixed, I have to clean the house and throw away all the fruit and vegetables that I was supposed to eat over the last week, and buy some more before my parents get back in 2 days.
So there you go. I bet you're so glad you wasted 5 minutes of your life reading this rubbish.
*There wasn't actually lumps of s##t on my carpet, it was just slightly dirty.