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and some teenages said my outfit was "not a win...harharhar".
I did not have a good lunch break. How was yours?
just opening your profile in another tab to stare at your tits.
further to this thread.
Students everywhere. Standing around, or walking really slowly. Getting in the way. Looking like douches. I hate them.
so at least there's not quite as many of them. I was in Glasgow a couple of days ago to listen to a talk, the place was teeming with students, plus it seemed to be open day for schoolkids to go and visit. Awful.
i didnt even bother to go out. great lunchtime.
Did you have them hanging out? Dressing like that will be the downfall of society.
If not, then, sorry.
he was in a trance though.
I'd chalk that up as a result.
then walked back again
it was a good coffee though
do you feel better about your ordeal now?
THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO SAY 'O REOLA?'
Thereby becoming the best gag in meme/breast history.
I can't believe I typoed it. :(
which is more than can be said for Meowington's bra.
2) a little.
a wonderful tool for alleviating boredom, many of which dont even involve looking for sympathy off strange internet men
new to this messageboard lark are you dood?
what a coincidence
1) Tramps stare at everybody.
2) Teenages are all little cunts. Probably not particularly 'dressed to win' themselves. And can GTFO. They probably like <enter the name of a band/artist you despise> and <insert sexually deviant act which makes you ill> with their Mums.
By not being a tramp, and having a job and not being a teenage pleb with dismal social skills.
HUZZAH!! FLAGS!!! FIREWORKS!!! OTHER CELEBRATORY THINGS!!!
*Classic DiS Thread Collision*
:) this makes me feel better about myself
Also coining the term meowingtits. I smell a new nickname
i'm reading it over and over again and still dont understand.
Or do I just not know boobs.
I had to wikipedia it.
oh i get it hahahahahahahah (sympathy laugh)
she was being sympathetits
You couldn't even beat Morris Mitchener.
i didn't stare though. while i was in a stationary bus, he just sidled up to my window and got his willy out
that was a bad experience
I read that as he slided it up the window.
the true story still horrible though.
On the plus side, I've finally meated a DiSer!
I don't have a beard.
Home-made soup then pie. Took back an unwanted gift to M&S and swapped it for delicious things. Got a new lock barrel fitted to my flat-dor, which means that, after only 2 months of living there, I can finally lock the door from the inside. (hurrah, no more extreme risk of rape in the night).
I also popped into tesco, but no tramps, my tits are well covered up today (relatively speaking) and no teenagers. Bit of a a result actually :)
I cried to make a chicken soup once but it was horrible.
I burnt it because I got carried away on tinychat. I did decant the good bits form the top and ditch the scrapings form the bottom of the pan, but let's just say that the smoked paprika i added came out.... more carbony than smoky. Not my greatest achievement. But the pie was a belter- steak and stilton, with mash and gravy! :)
got crying on the brain-gosh i'm such a woman!
There's a picture at the end that unintentionally - but solely - highlights how big Meg's boobies are.
but when I do, it's nasty (and only realistically cured by either several hours of majorly sweating exercise or another glass of wine). You didn't drink that much though, surely?
and reading this week's Joy of Six on the Guardian website. I might go for a walk up to the river later this afternoon though as I need a break from all this ignoring work and posting on DiS.
I've posted, like, three times today. Four now.
that worked well
It was hell of cheap, £1.75 for a jumbo sausage and chips meal. The woman who served me was an idiot.
I specifically asked for no gravy when i gave my order, and she actually wrote "NO GRAVY" on the order slip.
I went to get my drink out of the fridge, turned back and lo and behold, she was about to pour this lumpy brown shit all over my chips. It was one of those slow-motion "NOOOOOOOOO" moments.
All the drama, no tits.
I bet you didnt even go over and let him have a feel, so inconsiderate.
My lunch was alright, thanks for asking, not sure if fulfilled the promise I though it would though.
In other news I was in a pub in Brighton the other day (the bee's mouth if anyone knows it, tis wonderful) and a lady was shouting drunkenly. i was ignoring as is my policy in these matters and then shouted "I am old and I am wet" Call it morbid curiousity but i looked....
There it was... wow.
As I made a quick escape the gentleman she had come in with had made a new freind and said to me "tell him waht she did" I said, innocently "which part" to which he replied "She got her rat out didnt she!"
I left swiftly after that.
as an aside I have never understood the term "rat" how are the two things even comparable?
furry and riddled with disease