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what is it?
the should be the end of the thread, apart from that I'm posting this to congratulate you soupy.
then realise it's Saturday, and you don't have to get out of bed.
when you have been walking for ages trying to find a toilet
devonmalcom you just went on my radar :)
Crushing your enemies, seeing them driven before you and hearing the lamentations of their women.
I just google the tracklisting of The Feeling album as I didn't know any song off the top of my head. I then realised the joke would have been so bad that it wasn't worth it. Thanks for your time.
i decided to declare my love for soupy instead
It's funny coz the feeling are rubbish?
I've abandoned three replies today. It's a strange feeling.
You've seen your performance on the Circle Jerk thread - clearly the policy gets results.
or hitting a six in cricket, well OK they aren't as good as sex but...
I dont speak latin, cliched romance doesn't do it for me. That would be so impersonal.
it's not worth the agony beforehand.
It so is.
Long wees are rubbish, it's like there's too much piss, and it'll all struggling to get out. I hate long wees.
especially when u feel like everyone can u hear u cos ur in a small flat, and u end up doing the austin powers thing.
You're not doing it right.
tell you about your driving test?
but a really GOOD feeling, is when you have your legs crossed in the same position for ages and ages and ages, till it really really hurts, then uncross them. AHHH
Similarly - getting out of the car after a 7 hour car journey having shared the back seat with 2 tents, 4 sleeping bags, 2 guitars, 2 shopping bags full of food, 2 gas stoves, a suitcase and 4 bottles of vodka.
can't be bothered to read through the thread, but I'm going to say wumping.
WUMPING! WUMPING! WUMPING!
wumping is SO EXHAUSTING
much harder than youd think
practically falls out.
have you tried it?
don't even need to touch yourself.
when you really need to vomit
much like the really long pee or finding a toilet etc...
as it would not be 100% pleasurable as being sick is not fun at all.
It fucking knacks.
Waking up on Saturday and then realising it's the weekend is also a winner.
knowing you don't have to go anywhere so you a=can stay in bed for as long as you want
and knowing that it's exactly what they want but they don't know it and it is amazingly great...that butterfly feeling when they are unwrapping it is pretty nice.
but i am really bad at keeping it a suprise and i have normally hinted it at so much that they already know what it is before i have even brought it to them
Lay in, cooked breakfast, Sunday paper and cups of tea, Sunday afternoon walk in the park, roast dinner.
Fiona that applies to YOU!
Is it alcohol?
A naked man?
By the way, we're having a party on Saturday. I'll be home at some point tonight, think me and Johan are going to the cinema first though.
I miss you!
and yes, it is!
in our cellar is maybe a bit cruel.
I hope you're keeping him well fed.
(that was the unwrapping part!)
you really care about :)
Actually, finding a slice of chocolate cake in the fridge when you thought there was no food in the house
finding beer in the fridge when you thought there was none in the house, SCORE!
Unless of course you are already drunk and then find more beer and can get more drunk
I'm sticking with bums
from people who you care about, and who care about you back
and then you find a whole load in cupboard
Waking up on a Saturday, not having a hangover, realising that several CD's have just been posted through your door and generally just feeling at peace.
I love those Saturday Morning.
Or indeed at about 5pm this Sunday when we thrash the Skunks!
that sounds almost as good as having really good chinese food (i value chinese food over my life)
I would consider drowning in a vat of sweet and sour pork and special chow mein to be a good death.
Like, a decent exam result.
OR being complimented on something.
OR being hugged. Preferably by someone you don't hate.
Or waking up and you're still drunk from the night before and you go out drinking again before the hangover kicks in.
to go to All Tomorrows Parties.
A small child and insulin, for instance.
surely letting me into your heart will bring more joy than all this rejection and hate :(
But then I remember the expression on Bernard's face as he kept pressing redial to Manny's malfunctioning mobile phone, and suddenly it all becomes worthwhile.
unconditional love of a beautiful woman. Mmmmmm. I am so over being facetious.
And being first for EVERY round. The level of smugness I now feel is indescribable
you get a bottle of sambuka or three envolopes: Crisps, Wine or a queston to win £100. We got the wine. Red it was. And very nice too. But mainly it's the satisfaction that counts.
We have won our local pub quiz 4 times out of 4. It doesn't feel that great especially when the quizmaster starts moaning about it over the microphone. My best feeling is being kissed by someone you have liked for ages and ages for the first time. Unfortunately this rarely happens to me:(
We've come eighth or worse every time we've done the quiz, hence the smugness this time
but this has never happened to me. Usually it's girls I've liked since I got to the club/party or whatever I'm at. hmm.
Between four means a pint each. It doesn't cost anything to join and we would probably be there anyway if the quiz was not on.
woooooo! *waves flag*