tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55028612011-07-23T18:30:04.277ZWho's that you see as you approach the tabacconists? Oh no it's Briar and Vic.<br> <i>Alias Nikki and Chris, the two ill-educated contributors to this esteemed medium.</i>Briarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12458322185352794025noreply@blogger.comBlogger961100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502861.post-34808854825052002532010-06-22T09:07:00.006Z2010-07-14T12:20:21.948Z

mīkstās mēbeles no „Rīgas mēbeļu serviss”Мягкая мебель в традиционном смысле - это комплект, состоящий из дивана и двух кресел. К роду мягкой мебели относятся также диваны, кушетки, угловые диваны, кресла, кровати, пуфики, раздвижные диваны, диваны-кресла и прочее. Мягкая мебель предназначена для отдыха хозяев дома и их гостей и устанавливается чаще всего в гостиной.Restorāns "Aleksandrs"

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Чартеры в ЕгипетBecause Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat, Jesus Christ Superstar, and hippie fag fest Godspell weren't religiousy enough, a new (kid-tested) Pope-approved musical called Mary of Nazareth will belt its way around Europe, Latin America, and (gasp!) some Middle Eastern countries starting on June 17th, in the Vatican.Забронировать авиабилет онлайн"'We have sponsored this

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Buy a Property in EgyptRed Sea Cities, especially Hurghada are beautiful exotic Cities as mentioned by visitors who come. Many travelers find themselves working or staying long term, and holidaymakers as well.A large proportion of visitors want to buy for different reasons:InvestmentsLong term residenceShort term residence (Holiday home).Investment – Hurghada has produced clear investment returns

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This has exactly the same story as the previous scammers tale of Rgaedas, and in fact they were both trying to scam me out of the same product, the Nokia 7600 video camera phone. His eagerness to scam me seems to transcend reason on many occasions, but even Muo Wayne has his breaking point. From: Muo Wayne. To: Vic Jameson. Subject: Nokia 7600 Video Camera Phone. Sent: Day 1. Hello seller,

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We've all been there in one way or another, whether it's through using Ebay, a message board, a newsgroup, or just through owning an e-mail address, someone has tried to scam money from us. This recently happened with my girlfriend who was trying to sell a Nokia 7600 video-camera-phone on Ebay, impeding her sale no end, and so I took it upon myself to retaliate, to give just as much bullshit as

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I was walking outside earlier in the day and was faced with a bizarre image. Lumbering towards me, with a slender but unattractive friend, was something I can only describe as a monster, the nastiest thing you would have wanted to see all day, a beast in female form. I know it's unkind, and that there's not much that can be done about it outside the realm of extensive facial surgery, and even

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A question has been hovering around my mind of late, specifically; should the elderly be summarily killed? An incident that happened this very afternoon have firmly confirmed to me that yes, they should, and without remorse. This might seem a little harsh, and before today I might have agreed had you caught me in a good mood, but certainly never again, and let it be the elderly of Cambridgeshire

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The eleventh of September, 2001 was a fairly bad day for some people, especially those who worked in the financial district of New York. We all know the official explanation of what happened that day, and a lot of us have heard the amazing conspiracy theories, like those claiming that Jed Bush was flying the plane that hit The Pentagon, that it was all a big David Blaine trick gone awry, that it

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I have recently discovered the only slight flaw in my personality. It would seem that I like nothing more than causing trouble for the parents of Big Brother contestants. Whilst most people would see nothing wrong with causing mental and lasting damage to the contestants themselves (after all, they volunteered for it, didn't they?), trying to do it to their parents has to be wrong, hasn't it?

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It used to be a privilege for the successful few, who, during periods of prohibition would enjoy profits from gambling, drinking, and machine-gunning down men in garages on Saint Valentine's Day, and sell drugs at all other times. It was a position that commanded respect, mainly through a healthy fear and a special 'insurance' policy, but these days every man and his 'brother' are trying to be

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Whilst there are numerous methods for producing a banner showing solidarity for your country during Euro 2004 most seem to be frowned upon. I have used some everyday, yet rather specific items, most of which can be purchased at your local Woolworths, all of which I both describe and show below to make a striking statement, and to fight for us, the true supporters of England.What You Will

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The Japanese are an incredible people. Despite a dubious past centring around World domination, Imperialism and barbarity, the Japanese people have left that way of life behind them, preferring now to concentrate their efforts on dominating World markets, idealism and barbarity. Whilst their society is most certainly a Capitalist one now that is not to say that they don't themselves have strange

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like genital herpes, some people are just near-impossible to get rid of. I wish I could say that the following story I am about to recount was a fantasy, something pulled from the dark sinews of my mired brain, but sadly I can't. September is an unhappy month for most, mainly due to the three identical vowels it contains, but for me September now holds the most miserable anniversary of my life.

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Its a sunny day, its a bank holiday weekend. Most families chose to spend hours in a hot car driving to the coast to indulge in that great British tradition of burning themselves lying on a beach surrounded by dog shit and discarded babies nappies that have been washed up on the shore by the ebbing tide. I was a slight exception to this rule. Yes I sat in a hot car for an hour following the

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It started as a murmur, a low whisper in the background spoken about in hushed tones like the ashamed parents of a deformed child. The voices became louder, nagging but never really making much of an impression, similar to the warnings disregarded by youths around pylons, but it didn't stop there. Before too long it was being openly discussed, genuinely considered and in some places actually put

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The events that occurred on 9-11 had massive repercussions around the world. In the West it had an enormous effect on how freedom, democracy, and a way of life were viewed. In the East it was an even more foreboding event, seen as an opening for the possibility of war, unrest and terrorism by some, but others rejoiced as the masonry crumbled in front of the television news cameras for the world

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Prince Philip Mountbatten, Duke of Edinburgh1921 - 2004 On the last day on March 2004 the husband of Queen Elizabeth II died suddenly and the nation went into a form of mourning. Prince Philip had become an ambassador for Great Britain, spreading his unique brand of 'Ferrero Rocher' and spoiling us all. Although born as Prince Philippos of Greece and Denmark on a dining room table in Corfu he

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A recent interest in hypnotherapy and regression has led me down some rather suspect, but ultimately quite fulfilling paths, much like a path on Hampstead Heath. An article regarding the subject appeared in a magazine I read rather frequently, and am not ashamed to admit to doing so. This tome is, of course, the Fiesta 'Readers' Wives' Special, issue number 45. Whether or not the original data

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With the law being so lax when it comes to upholding the Official Secrets Act I feel that now is the right time to tell my story. I am a Civil Servant; at least that is my job description. In reality I am attached to Military Intelligence as a civilian observer for the Government. The piece of paper I signed swearing silence those many years ago has, overnight, been rendered obsolete and my

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The vulgar looking blue and yellow itv logo prematurely fades away to a black screen, when suddenly the stark, bland editing clock flashes up with words next to it declaring "Trisha, part one.", and a countdown. Five, four, three, two, one. There stands Trisha Goddard herself, her thighs bulging slightly in her dark purple trousers and teeth straining to get as far away from her tongue as they

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You may be at home, at work, or in an internet cafe trying to avoid your victim knowing that it's you that has been stalking them for the past four months. Later you may be walking down the street, visiting an ailing relative in hospital, or you might be indulging in some onanism in a public toilet in the restaurant section of your local 'House of Fraser' department store. What will tonight's

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I was driving through Europe a few years ago, doing the whole tourist thing, driving around the capitals, out to the beaches, all the usual stuff. It was my last leg on the way home, and, as usually happens with this kind of holiday I started running low on currency; seriously low. I had a number of options open to me. I could sell an organ on the black-market, maybe a kidney or a lung, or both;

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The following is an extract from "The Medical Sceptic", Sept 2003 issue. The author, Doctor Raymond Pizt was shot in the face with a flaregun recently for his outspoken views in the world of medical science. His condition is touch and go and he may not live to the end of this article. We all get tired, of course we do, we're only human. Fatigue kicks in when we have put our bodies through such

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Is that nagging headache refusing to go, even when taking non-prescription pain killers? Well, maybe that's because the headache is a symptom of something else, something far more fatal than a mere dull, throbbing pain. A swelling brain has similar symptoms to a mild headache, but a burst head is not uncommon, especially for those who use computers for more than twenty minutes a day. When the

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There is an old saying that goes: Arguing on the Internet is a bit like running in the Special Olympics, even if you win you're still a retard. So what is the psychology of the mind intent on an argument on an Internet forum, message board or other such medium that allows responses to be recorded? A recent incident, found here, has revealed some rather interesting behaviours, hypocrisies and

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Dear Reader,    If you find the pain and suffering caused by institutionalised torture perfectly acceptable (like in Iraq), if you find the idea of keeping people in a perpetual state of agony and misery is your moral high-ground, if your hate for your fellow man is so deep-seated that you would rather people died in agony-filled death-throes than live and let die then I urge you to read no

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They swarmed into Poland like George Bush on a mission. They occupied France like they were unwashed French peasants themselves. They bombed London in a way that would make the IRA proud. They even pioneered rocket technology in a bid to blow people up in more and more ingenious ways. Even with all of that said we must remember that the German army, under the Nazi party did some rather

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Unlike pedestrians I drive a car, and as such I am required to follow certain rules and regulations as laid down in the Highway-Code. This guide to proper driving has remained unchanged for many years, but is due a drastic revamp in May of 2004 in order for it to keep up with current driving trends. Under the heading of "Required Prejudices" in the new Highway-Code there have been a number of

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Is there anything British Gas can do to give me an even lower opinion of them? Well, they could start by by hacking off my manhood, but beyond that the answer is no. For the third time this year, and about the tenth time since moving in my gas meter has broken, denying me gas for cooking, heating and hot water. Whilst I can put on a jumper, boil the kettle to wash in and eat cold sandwiches for

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If it's hot, it's here. Such are the claims made by New! magazine, a weekly glossy-magazine with banal celebrities, limited television listings, and badly concieved 'true life' interviews, and all for only sixty pence. This seems like somewhat of a rip-off when you consider you can get all of the above and hardcore pornography on top of that all from the internet. In this weeks publication there

Vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07378469313935115705noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502861.post-1067867564025572732003-11-03T13:52:00.000Z2003-11-03T13:52:42.123Z

The last three or four entries in this now oft-visited volume have surely shown, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that simple pikey folk such as the Wrights of Weymouth know no limits to the depths they are prepared to plumb for the adoration of total strangers. They will lie, connive, make wild and factually inaccurate claims, and if none of that works they end up sulking. Take David Blaine as a

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I am reproducing the work of Mervyn Wright here as a protest against the recent push to have Pikeys recognised as a race. "Reformat" "You really are showing your true colours now, what was that about foul mouthed pikeys??? You sad pathetic JEALOUS losers, if only you could realise how pathetic you all look, and come on ladyboy vanessa, you didn't STOP posting you are blacklisted for being such

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I'd like to start by thanking Mervyn and Christine Wright of Weymouth, the recent subjects of my Pikey-Study. I would have liked to move to pastures new, but there is a final development in their story that makes for some very amusing reading. I relay it here just to let you know how some people are prepared to act in public forums with the just the merest baiting. It all started with Christine,

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I am concerned by the recent influx of visitors searching for the words pikey using google. All of this due to the burning of a caravan with effigies of a woman and children in Firle East Sussex. Click for Pic of pikey number plated caravan. Visited my little monster in prison today, god love him. He wants to come home. I miss him - I want him to come home. Oh well its the justice system

Briarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12458322185352794025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502861.post-1067285636025455902003-10-27T20:13:00.000Z2003-10-27T20:13:55.526Z

Google Search: "100 Scariest Moments" British television. LOOK

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Amazon.co.uk: Bugsy Malone [1976] also just bought this. happy lady now, only need umm... dr Doolittle and my Christmas will be filmtastic!

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BlackStar Videos - Finian's Rainbow small things please me! I have hardly any money until Thursday, but, I have purchased this video. Ooohh The Christmas Memories will come flooding back.

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To start wiv, God made v' 'eavens an' v' earf. V' Earf didn't 'ave nuffink on it, an' ev'ryfink was all dark. So God was movin' about in v' dark, right, and 'e says, "Gissa light ven mate!" An' vere was light. God saw it was well cool, an' so 'e sep'rated v' light, what 'e called Day, an' v' dark, what 'e called Night. An' vere was evenin' an' mornin', an' vassa first day. Nex' day, God says, "

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I wish I felt better. I could laugh without coughing at 100 Scariest Moments. especially the birth scene from V - an ITV drama. "Oh my god, its twins".... Step back in horror....SCREAM......"What is it?"....."I don't know" Comment from presenter, "So will she be breast feeding?" As small green alien with mini arms wiggles from the womans nether regions. Ok it was amusing at the time. Yay

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We are all aware of Tommy Wright by now, he's the deformed one on the left with the real eyebrows. We are also all well aware of Reformat's claims of parentage, something even now still suspect due to recent revelations. But we are not here to quibble as to who Tommy's real father is, be he butcher, baker, candlestick-maker or Reformat himself. The real question that needs addressing is how far

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The World is a wonderful and diverse place, but in that diversity you get not only the finest there is on offer, but the worst of the worst, the lowest of the low, nature's rejects. Surprisingly I am not going to talk about the scum, and with any luck by the end of this essay you will not see me floating around with it. This is an edited account of events that transpired mainly on the night of

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This is the usual call of the male, a tattooed, drunken and unshaven creature that walks with a stoop, a stoop caused by the weight of unemployment and his own shame. The females have a different call, shrieked out like a banshee in the form of; "What you looking at?". They are no more clean than the males and equally tattooed, but try to hide it fairly well with layers of make-up and clouds of

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I haven't ........ posted for a while. been busy socially. been doing anything interesting. got any money. Been drinking. got anything to write about. I have...... Been watching Countryfile, and been very impressed by the photography. Been musing on the fact that I can't use the word PIKEY at work. Its annoying. There reasoning for the outrageous new ruling 'You never know when one

Briarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12458322185352794025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502861.post-1066002525162040632003-10-12T23:48:00.000Z2003-10-12T23:53:09.600Z

By the time you read this he may be dead. Of course he won't be, the Pope must renounce his title on death, and so really the Pope never dies. This was not always the case of course. Before the Reformation surged across England the next Pope had usually been inaugurated by the head-Cardinals as he (the new one) wore the skin of the Pope before like a red-cape. This was to symbolise him taking

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I am genuinely ill which means that my brain has begun to seep out at the edges, and maybe that is why I have decided to recount this childrens' story on what is a predominantly adult blog. This story was first told in the original Bible, but the Catholic Church has mutilated the story beyond all recognition since. Here is the tale of The Prodigal Son, told as it was intended many hundreds of

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   It is a little known fact that scientists did bring the world to the brink of destruction by no less that three strange coincidences in the year 2003. This short document will explain some of the processes they used to bring about such madness, and probe the very mental spires that these people occupy. That is not to say that the reader of this essay is in a trough of neural inaction, but

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I KNOW SHE WON'T EVER GET CHANCE TO SEE IT, BUT I FELT THAT IT WAS ESSENTIAL FOR ME TO CONGRATULATE ON HERE (IN CAPS, YES IN CAPS) A VERY GOOD FRIEND OF MINE WHO GAVE BIRTH TO HER THIRD CHILD THIS MORNING, FIRST GIRL. WELCOME TO ENGLAND AND THE REST OF YOUR LIFE FREYA EMILY CHARLOTTE, WHO WEIGHED IN AT 8:45AM AT 8LBS 2.5 OUNCES. I LOOK FORWARD TO MEETING YOU SOON

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You Are Cumslut Barbie! You come complete with press on suction lips, portable wet wipes, and skin toner. Add on "Spit-it-back" function sold separately. Not recommended for children under age 6. What Naughty Barbie Are *You*? More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva You Have a Glamorous Nipple! Glamour dahhhhling! (With a pearl necklace) What Nipple Do You Have? More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva

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which pleasure are you?

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Most of us love going to the garden centre every single weekend, in fact Dobbies and the local B&Q are the only places we frequent, statistics have shown this. Most of us have a wonderful time amongst the gazeboes, pretending to be Alan Titchmarsh and fondling flora, but not everybody has the time they expect. Mr. and Mrs. Ficken of Aberdeen could think of nothing more enjoyable than to take a

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The momentum carried by a ten pound baby fired from a fully loaded cannon could blow holes three feet wide in the sides of Spanish ships. It was in fact a barrage of over three hundred new-borns that brought the Armada to her watery knees. King Charles the Second, not a man to expect things from his Navy that he wasn't prepared to do himself donated his own son, Bramley to the artillery

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LOOOOOOOOKKK!!!!! and a bit more about it here ... !!!!!

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Google Search: sex wee

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Right trying this out from my google toolbar will this work???

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After rushing out of the office to pick a young man up from school as his transport had not turned up, and they wanted to send a taxi for him (which I did not allow). I went to the garage. Normally you would expect a trip to the garage to involve sitting around waiting for the mechanics to do their job. In this case changing all four tyres on my car. Well thats what I thought to until today..

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I am skinter than a skint person at a skint gathering

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I can understand now why guns are illegal in this country. The temperament of the peoples of the UK is generally good-natured in certain places, but there are those establishments, attitudes and occasions which inspire nothing short of a homicidal mania; in me at least. It could be on a bus, any stationary GreatNorthEasternRailway train that I may happen to have the misfortune of being stranded

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I have a title, I wasn't aware of this title until Yidaho appointed me with this title. But now I am living up to it. Day: Monday... Place: Work Time: 11:30am Situation: General work based chatter in the office. Everyone in the office chatting away about nothing in particular. I was sort of listening to them but being slightly distracted by a noise outside that I recoginsed. I told

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Poor Pearl

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I have managed to make the title of this page clickable. If you click on it you can magically be transported to the wonderful world of bravenet. How I did this I have no idea. Something else for Vic to sort out on his return. Dontcha just love the fact that I can plead pathetic female and he, the computer literate person can sort out my fuck ups! I ventured out of my house this weekend! Rah

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Thats how I am feeling in my little blogging world. So Jim goes off to see Lizard. Which is lovely, and I am pleased they are so happy together. I am left alone to try and unsucessfully fill his role as BlogDaddy. Now Vic (aka Jim as we now know, alias Roy) can write hillarious facts or fiction about anything. I on the other hand struggle to string two words together that aren't even fanitly

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Ok, there are a couple of things 1. Lillets tampons, although they prevent leakages much more than Tampax do, the whole concept of sticking an unshielded finger up a bloody canal is gross. But doing it is an essential if you are prone to major bouts of bleeding and you don't want to leak. 2. Lillets tampons again, the lubricated one... yuck!!!! If its not bad enough to stick your finger up a

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This picture for some reason I love. I have others that I adore but this one just tops them all. Maybe because the day was so nice. It incorporates scenery, water and a really sweet little car ferry, bless it. Enough space for about 6 cars if my memory serves me right. Just a really nice day. What with that and the flid (not p.c I know, but apt) getting us a cheap ferry crossing due to

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Without waiting for a response from Vanessa I stole the idea of the map, I liked it I pilfered it :( Sozzly muchly Vanessa!

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They say you should never judge a book by its cover. I went into a fish and chip shop/chinese tonight in a very fenny area. I shall just describe this area in more detail to give you a real flavour. The village is a straight road, surrounded by fields. Normally when I drive through this village there is a pig at the side of the road eating whatever pigs eat. On one occassion I was driving

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I broke a life-long taboo earlier this summer. For some their shameful want is a woman that will do things their partners' refuse, for others it is food that they crave, shoving vast wads of the stuff between their teeth a lurid ecstasy. I already have many vices, but they have become boring, usual, run of the mill, I'm always chasing that original buzz but never reaching it. I needed something

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Ok... what is about me that attracts married men or men in long term relationships? Do I have home wrecker in some ink that only men can see across my forehead? I admit that in the past I have been guilty of a dual relationship. When I was 14, I was aware that the boy I liked was in a relationship with this ‘girl’ who I couldn’t stand. I therefore decided one evening that I was going to get my

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I have just returned from a branch of super-market chain whose name suggests pikey under-currents from the start. Kwik-Save is only a short walk from my front door, maybe two minutes if you meander, and as a result is the nearest shop to my house. Upon moving in I considered this a plus, just two minutes from milk, bread, mayonnaise, and best of all two minutes from a stockist of blue Rizla and

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I have issues with sheep. No, it's nothing sexual, although I don't condemn such things and if people want to do that sort of activity with consenting sheep or lambs far be it from me to stop them. I'd rather it wasn't shoved down my throat, and whilst I know that some out there like to don 'the sheeping wellies' and do the deed such things will not be mentioned in this particular entry. At

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In the heat of the moment we all do things that we are ashamed of. I did that very thing today. A friend of mine informed me that a friend of his, the first girl he had ever had a crush-on, had died in a car accident. This isn't usually something I would write about on the blog, but it is one of a series of events throughout my life which I remember and can only be left aghast at my reaction.

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I must allay the rumours that have snow-balled around the web like an obscene photograph of Britney Spears. Vic Jameson is the man (I should know), Jim Carrey is a fool with a completely different facial structure. Only a fool would think otherwise, but it appears we are surrounded by them. The rumour? That Vic Jameson resembles Jim Carrey. To prove that this rumour is profoundly untrue I shall

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Well I am not really. Just wanted proof that more than the lovely desirable (as Tess would say) Jim Carrey lookalike that is Vic, isn't the sole contributor to this bleedin' site. Having expected certain people at an undisclosed time yesterday I set about cleaning the house (well moving papers from one site to another in order to make it look like a sense of order was inbred). I cleaned the

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I need to immortalise this moment in the most fitting place for it, the internet. It will feel among friends once unleashed among the likes of Black-Market Babies and Lowbrow, like in 'Born Free', what a beautiful film. London, Saturday. Sadly the club that I attended last night took away my self-medicated, non-prescription hyperhidrosis antidote. This left me, as I'm sure it would with many

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and sadly its all true..... http://www.faqs.org/faqs/uk/local/peterborough/

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"Brace. Brace. Brace." The order finally came. How the hell did I get myself into this? What did I do on my holiday in Ibiza to deserve this? Things begain to flash before my eyes, as is often said to happen moments before death. Death. It sounds so final, so severe... Wednesday Night: ...We sat at SugarSea next to Savannah with our drinks in front of us. I was drinking what had become a 'usual

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I know I was supposed to be working from home today, and actually I did... but... I also read and finished Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. I am left slightly none the better for having read it.

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I'm in a particularly awkward position, lined up with five other men I've never even met before. I'm reminded somewhat of a public convenience, the mirrored wall in front of us, above our imaginary urinals absorbing our attention for fear of making eye-contact with each other, or heaven forbid; getting caught glancing at a fellow urinators' penis. There seem to be quite a few unwritten rules

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The year is 1945. The atomic bomb has just annihilated two of Japan's major cities. Fallout gathers in large clouds passing over the pulverised targets and rain dumps it into the valleys of the Gujo-Khun province of China with the help of the prevailing winds. This is the start of a disasterous series of events that was to result in Songtao Pei, the dirtiest man in the world. Whilst a

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2003 Police Officers Calendar

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Beatings will continue until morale improves.

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This brief snippet of a diary entry was recovered after Hitler's troops withdrew from Poland. Presented here, lest we ever forget. ---===--- October 28th 1940. The Nazis came again last night, searching and banging around just outside the secret door of our cramped hiding place. They left without finding much, only a packet of nylon stockings and my uncle Hershel, both of which I'm sure I'll

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Dr. Crippen, the famous wife-poisoner who tried to evade the law with his mistress who was dressed as a school-boy in order to pass as his son was not only adept at murder, far from it. Although having said that, he was a bit rubbish at getting away with it, which is half the battle in my opinion. He had many more strings to his bow than bad murders and terrible escape plans. Few are aware of

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Team building seems to be the new buzzword everywhere nowadays. In order for employees to work to their full potential in the workplace they must feel like they are part of a cohesive whole that works like a well lubricated porn-star - getting the job done as smoothly as possible. At least that's what these agencies will have your employer convinced of, no matter what kind of imbecile turns up

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WHY WHEN I HAVE GOSSIP IS NO ONE HERE THAT I WANT TO TALK TO. I KNOW ITS 4AM, BUT FUCKING HELL!!!!! I HAVE MET A MAN, NOT SURE WHATS GOING TO HAPPEN YET, BUT WE WILL SEE!!!!!!

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*** REPORT BEGIN *** The phantom car was first spotted along that now fateful stretch of road on a rainy night in January, 1978 by an elderly couple. Mr. and Mrs. Brachiosaurus said that they had parked their Ford Anglia at a spot designated for picnicking for a swift act of fellatio when Mrs. Brachiosaurus looked up and saw what she could only describe as, "A red Morris Traveller, but that

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I am so proud of my boys. Not on the usual tact of this blog, but I need to make it public that I am proud of them. So pleased with them! I call them every night to make sure they are in at 8pm, and for three days in a row they haven't broken curfew AND... they are pleased with themselves one of their mates got nicked the other day, and they didn't. They think its funny, they are also

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I was out the other day and trying to drive down Lincoln Road, I got stuck waiting for a pensioner to cross on the zebra crossing. I swear to god it took him 15 minutes to cross the road. I was tempted to get out of the car push him in a wheelchair and kick the chair across the road. He was there with his two walking sticks and trousers that ended at just above his ankles. He should have been

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Fellow bird-watchers, be aware that there has been a sudden increase in cases of thrush throughout Cumbria and Galloway. Free pessaries are available from your local Post Office.

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Excuse me if I sound bitter... I taste that way too...

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I wouldn't be caught dead with a necrophiliac.

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An interesting question, and one that leads to more deaths in the United States of America than guns and cars combined, with numbers peaking around Thanksgiving. It isn't that surprising really though, considering the explosion in turkey sales around that time. In 1917, after the outbreak of prohibition many people began to distil their own spirits from what they could get their hands on. The

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Live as if your were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.

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There's something really wrong with the world, nay the country; when pensioners have to get around in mobility scooters then this surely is a testament to the failing NHS that operates in this drained phlegm pot that is Britain. When I was younger I never saw old biddies screaming round the mall like Machael Shumaker, or a competitor on Robot Wars. No, they got given new hips so that they could

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a new blog, with added members when it works so that they can talk shite just like I do.

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