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We're onto which is cheapest, Asda, Morrisons or Tescos.
If there's a God up there, kill me?
Try constant wedding talk and being sat on a six with five women.
Massive arguments about really, really petty, inconsequential shit. They moved onto personal attacks surprisingly quickly. Juicy shit.
...conversation moves on to Iraq etc
"Saddamm who? Who's that?"
I'm not talking to myself and my msn convos have gone dead.
website is worth giving his sperm to to have a baby (to raise between them)
2. ''my music teacher used to walk around showing a pencil to the girls saying 'i'll stick this up your fanny if you don't sing higher'
We've been talking saws. Man-talk.
that's how they 'get you.'
who has tourettes and the constant shakes from a bad mescaline session in 1987.
(this is not the case as I found out when I broke our toilet and a radiator and had to call a professional in to fix my mess)
just to block out the drivel that comes out of my colleagues gobs.
"andy, what are you laughing at?"
"nothing, just a funny email that's all"
the poor girl on the front desk will always be fat because she just 'eats too much and doesn't move enough'. 7/10
one girl suggested 11-5!
general consensus is 10.30 - 2.
it cant continue after lunch
woman 45 the other wee fella is 22
chatting about relationships and sex and the 22 year old guy is on about breaking up his mates relationship to get into his mates girls pants. Some of the stuff i hear these two chatting about is sick
In other conversations - horses & food
a flan and a sponge. Bloody lovely.
In the paper there're 3 old portrait pictures. One the guys has a big chin. Cue debate on what a big chin represented. Cue the inevitable big penis answer
and the relative impossibility of finding a comfortable pair of mid-height heels. It’s OK. Better than the conversation in the pub last night where a woman gave us a blow-by-blow account of the Caesarian she had when her son was born.
the girl who sits next to me isnt in so i've got noone to poke and annoy. Someone opposite me wheeled over, tried to make conversation (i dont like him) then burped some stinky chilli flavoured MCcoys pretty much in my face and wheeled back
Guy in here was eating stinky crisps at 8:56am the other morning.
do him good
This is going to take some navigating.
my boss spoke to the scaffolding people half an hour ago, they'll be there at 8.30 tomorrow morning.
I bragged about having just spoken to Nick Cave to my boss, his reply: "And what?... I go out boozing with him."
Pretty good - 9/10
we're a distributor/aggregator/"alternative to a record label". We could probably get your stuff onto iTunes/eMusic/etc. if you wanted.
we're gonna be massive
nice cave tho *swoon*
yeah, I'm not really sure where this is going either.
As long as you're not gonna go all Goatse, and it turns out to be your big bumhole.
watch out, there's a lot of trolls here
about my Blackberry which just arrived this minute.
I want to go home.
he can have half a face and it wouldnt matter
my first crush was Manson, edward sissor hands is another
i have no taste. whatever does it for me does it for me
the last thing I recalled was someone talking about how a man got arrested for squeezing little boys muscles, it made me smile and I promptly joined in, it was hallarious
I also discovered that a sirloine steak is called that because Henry VIII declared the steak so good when he was drunk that he knighted it soooo 10/10?
the blond-ness of my desk mate is so integrated in her that she went and rated amounts of time related to how often she changes her hair colour... something like "oh I haven't seen her since I was red".
I shiver thinking how lonely her neuron must feel.
I now know so much about what everyone did for their bank holiday off, I could star in the film. It would be rubbish.
I also saw her and chipped in on the conversation, it quickly went from gentlemanly chit chat to sordid detail. 9/10
'Michael, I'm having problems with my Yahoo.'