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I've just put salt on my Shreddies

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by Comrade_Penguin

What was crap about your day today?

Comrade_Penguin | 24 May '08, 02:39 | Send note | Report this | Reply

I woke up with a big mark on my face

from a crease in the pillow or something and it took ages to go.


a big massive fuck off blister

thanks to not wearing a golfing glove.


A lot of the pros seem to do this now

No idea how they manage it. I often get blisters with a glove :/


It's well sore

No driving range for me for a while :(


Whenever i try golf

I keep hitting the roof.
Why is it only me who seems to do this?


I've seen it done many times

When I was in 6th form golf was games option. It was seen as dossers heaven as they'd put you on the driving range for a bit and then only let the decent ones on the course and the others could go home early. As such I saw some amazing shots. A kid trying to a Happy Gilmore and flinging the club out on to the range was a good one, as was the bloke who managed to slice the ball so much it hit the bloke in the bay next to him.


haha

well tonight 3 or four people, myself included, hit the poles and the ball managed to bounce around the hitting area/roof!


I did golf for a term at school

and my experience was a lot like this.
I was really bad that i got paired up with the mentally retarded kid for doing the course.
On one hole i managed to hit like a small brick wall from the tee and had to duck as it flied backwards.
i soon got bored and chose squash instead.


You've probably got your hands too far forward

So you're hitting the ball with the top edge of the club face.

(I've just ousted myself as massively sad for playing golf, haven't I?)


Given we're all talking about golf

no. It's Night time DiS, where all the emos, singles and golfers cavort in some kind of twisted celebration.


Golf is great

I'm just massively jealous that one of my friends from school plays off a five or something


What?

Like a 5 shaped tee or something?


:D lulz


I didn't sleep last night

Then I failed an exam this morning. And I wasted £2 on a pair of compasses.


i thought this was a LOLZ RANDOM

thread. as it is i am sorry to hear that.


It was terrible

I essentially wasted 50g of whole wheaty goodness and a splash of milk. If we could just cut out sugar/salt confusion we could feed the world.


Once my dad did some corn on the cob on the barbecue

and it tasted like popcorn(!), so I thought "If I put some salt on this, it would taste INCREDIBLE", so I went to but I put pepper on by mistake and ruined what was possibly the greatest cob of corn of all time :(


Due to some queer logic of randomness

I grated a block of cheese and placed in oven for while, left to cool, and eated.

I think maybe it was me being so wacky and randoms.


I had a free house tonight,

but everyone was already out...and everyone had failed to invite me :(! What a waste.


You should have just invited DiS over

because all those news stories about people inviting people from the internet to their house always end well.


Shit, I just accidently 'Abandon reply'd'

:(!

Anyways, AS I WAS SAYING:
Yeahh I know! I so wanted to just post something being like 'FREEEE HOUSE, COME OVER MY ENDZZZZZZZZ", but no :(.


most of it


:(

I suggest herbal tea and computer game with lots of violence. That always cheers me up.


i only do tetris

and somehow i dont think thats quite going to make it

so next best thing is gore threads on the internets. i dont understand how, but its helping


.

haha, your a fucking penis!


Nothing yet.

I've only been up for an hour.


My new gazebo blew over and snapped a leg

Now held together with gaffa tape and footlong tent pegs. As they saying goes about broken things "If you haven't fixed it with Gaffa tape, you just haven't used enough yet", or something.

I'm also sat here watching my laptop install Service Pack 3 after reformatting it this morning. What's even crapper is I've given my dodgy copy of Office XP to a friend who no longer lives in the country, I'd forgotten this until about ten minutes ago.


i did exactlyt that

once when i was about 7


nothing

i got a nathan fake album for £2 in a charity shop!


If you buy Frosted Shreddies

this issue will never arise again. However, me pouring orange juice over my wheetabix is something that can't be helped.
Orange juice IN THE GLASS not the bowl!


:D

The number of times I've sleepily poured milk in the sugar bowl when making the first cup of tea of the day. :(


Heh

I usually try to put the boiled kettle into the fridge.


rofl

Been there, soggied that. The first cup of tea sorts out the head, its just getting there that is the trouble.


THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO EAT CEREALS WITH ORANGE JUICE INSTEAD OF MILK.

You know who you are, and I still do not approve.


Waking up to 'cunt man'

yet again. Some Saturdays at around 9am he kicks off effing and blinding and something at the top of his voice. I have no idea what it is, but it's never a good start to the day.


Cunt man

worst super hero ever?
Is it a bird, is it a plane, no its....CUNT MAN!


But who are the baddies?

Whoever they are, he's going to fackin kill them, the fackin cunts.
GET ON WITH IT THEN!
:(


Invading penises?

I should probly stop now, its far too early for such uncouthness.


Yes, great big flying cocks

with special laser powers!

I dunno. I think it might be a dog or cat, he gets up and they've pooed everywhere, and has a fit. Bit of an extreme reaction though.


Unless they

pooed in the shredies; anything is fair after that.


.

Shreddies give you energy
Shreddies keep you fit
There's nothing I like better
Than to eat a great bit bowl of sh
-REDDIES!


i've got painful back pain

that's just spread to my left leg

oww oww oww oww oww oww


everything

i'm really miserable and depressed and also broke so i can't afford to do ANYTHING. i'm just sitting here needing to MTFU.


Having shit friends

Who basically hate me, and rank me lower than all their other friends.


i sold my d2d ticket..

so i can write an essay instead.

DAFT.





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