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I usually indulge my angsty, tortured side in this forum where the grown-ups live, but today I just want to share my retardly happy side for a change.
Went out last night to a local pub, ended up spending the night chatting to a lass into ROCK music that happens to love videogames. She's fit.
And I bump into a guy I used to work with about 4 years ago, got his mobile number and can't wait to meet up with him.
Took the rock-chick back to her place as she was too drunk to drive her car (although not plastered, just over the limit)and went in for "a cup of tea".
Looking at her CD collection:
Corrosion on Conformity, Clutch, Slayer, Tool, Soulfly, Sepultura, Soil, Pink Floyd, The Doors, Helmet, White Zombie. Basically a female version of me. (god forbid)
Sit up until 7am talking, smoking and listening to ROCK. "You can stay here if you want" and she heads to bed with "Sleep in here with me, I won't bite"
Didn't pole her, just a nice fumbly then sleep.
Woke up at 2pm, had breakfast and some more fumbly.
Back at home now, bacon sandwich in hand before I head out to London to meet up with a lass I saw on Monday. She's a dancer (ballet and art-school, not pervy) and I've been given the go-ahead to kip on her sofa tonight.
Yeah right.
And have the new Queens of The Stone Age CD, also sitting here listening to new Clutch tracks.
This has been a really, really enjoyable weekend.
No X-rated activity, just good music, seeing a good mate from years back, a nice almost-teenage-again snog before falling asleep beside rock-chick.
New CDs, out again tonight, bacon sandwiches and I am in the best goddamn band in the land.
No "Whoa is life" crap from me for a while yet, and don't expect any posts from me until tomorrow afternoon.
*runs hands through hair*
Eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Went out last night to a local pub, ended up spending the night chatting to a lass into ROCK music that happens to love videogames. She's fit.
And I bump into a guy I used to work with about 4 years ago, got his mobile number and can't wait to meet up with him.
Took the rock-chick back to her place as she was too drunk to drive her car (although not plastered, just over the limit)and went in for "a cup of tea".
Looking at her CD collection:
Corrosion on Conformity, Clutch, Slayer, Tool, Soulfly, Sepultura, Soil, Pink Floyd, The Doors, Helmet, White Zombie. Basically a female version of me. (god forbid)
Sit up until 7am talking, smoking and listening to ROCK. "You can stay here if you want" and she heads to bed with "Sleep in here with me, I won't bite"
Didn't pole her, just a nice fumbly then sleep.
Woke up at 2pm, had breakfast and some more fumbly.
Back at home now, bacon sandwich in hand before I head out to London to meet up with a lass I saw on Monday. She's a dancer (ballet and art-school, not pervy) and I've been given the go-ahead to kip on her sofa tonight.
Yeah right.
And have the new Queens of The Stone Age CD, also sitting here listening to new Clutch tracks.
This has been a really, really enjoyable weekend.
No X-rated activity, just good music, seeing a good mate from years back, a nice almost-teenage-again snog before falling asleep beside rock-chick.
New CDs, out again tonight, bacon sandwiches and I am in the best goddamn band in the land.
No "Whoa is life" crap from me for a while yet, and don't expect any posts from me until tomorrow afternoon.
*runs hands through hair*
Eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
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Goatboy wrote:
> "I love you" she tremored, encompassed in his masculine
> arms
> "Can your mate come as well?" he asked
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Don't forget
"Do you mind if I tape it, for... um... research purposes?"
> "I love you" she tremored, encompassed in his masculine
> arms
> "Can your mate come as well?" he asked
-------
Don't forget
"Do you mind if I tape it, for... um... research purposes?"
Goatboy wrote:
> But hey, I'm sensitive too.
******
It just gets funnier every time you say that.
> But hey, I'm sensitive too.
******
It just gets funnier every time you say that.
Exactly.
If I knew why, since being dumped, it's been like a holiday at a nipple ranch, I'd write a book about it.
As it stands, I'll just enjoy it and brag like a bloke should.
*thumps chest and hollers*
But hey, I'm sensitive too.
If I knew why, since being dumped, it's been like a holiday at a nipple ranch, I'd write a book about it.
As it stands, I'll just enjoy it and brag like a bloke should.
*thumps chest and hollers*
But hey, I'm sensitive too.
With people like Goatboy around, how can anyone believe that humans are supposed to be monogomous?
Glad you're happy :D
Let me guess. I bet it wil be called Seduce & Destroy (5).
Isn't it?
I reckon I'm onto a winner here.
Tonight I shall compose my 1st romantic fiction short story and post it here.
"I love you" she tremored, encompassed in his masculine arms
"Can your mate come as well?" he asked
I reckon I'm onto a winner here.
Tonight I shall compose my 1st romantic fiction short story and post it here.
"I love you" she tremored, encompassed in his masculine arms
"Can your mate come as well?" he asked
Goatboy wrote:
'Go on lad, do me
> catflap'"
nice.
'Go on lad, do me
> catflap'"
nice.
MoJoJoJo wrote:
> A female version of MoJo... God, she'd be dead lazy yet dead motivated
> (for certain things) she'd air guitar and air drum CONSTANTLY,
Sounds like a female version of me!
> A female version of MoJo... God, she'd be dead lazy yet dead motivated
> (for certain things) she'd air guitar and air drum CONSTANTLY,
Sounds like a female version of me!
Darkus wrote:
You should write romance novels for a living.
> "She slowly gazed into his deep brown eyes - and then he totally
> poled her..."
--
I think there's a market for male-orientated romance fiction.
"She grasped his arms and breathlessly said 'Go on lad, do me catflap'"
You should write romance novels for a living.
> "She slowly gazed into his deep brown eyes - and then he totally
> poled her..."
--
I think there's a market for male-orientated romance fiction.
"She grasped his arms and breathlessly said 'Go on lad, do me catflap'"
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