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Someone do something.
even the crazy action-packed world of bookshops is a bit slow today :(
or fight stocking fantasy books? baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Which is pretty cool. But nothing at the mo :(
anything pervy? could you find the perviest book and type it up in here in instalments or something?
Yeah do that.
yes I'll find a mega randy poem
What do you think to Medley and the WordSmiths?
they're alright I guess. Except Balonz who is a complete pouch
I do actually have quite a lot to do, might just leave it all till tomorrow.
And you're bored!
Oh the irony (or lack of).
and you're....bored....shitless? (shantis?) errrr........
What is he/she/they like, GeeMuff?
from Chicago with members of Nachtmysitium and Indian and others. the album is on Profound Lore.
It doesn't really sound like any of those things suggest it might though, so feel free to ignore that description and details.
It's got that Meshuggah-ary bassy twang to the guitars - really taut, trancey, weird but ultimately pretty sleek and very cool rhythms. the singer has an ace acidic screech.
highly recommended, even though I can't explain why.
here it is, if you want:
"what the hell are you talking about, none of those were real sentences" kind of way?
Possession Prayer has a crazy looping riff.
Negative Birth is hella gnarly.
WHAT A BORE!
only four hours to go, and at least two of those I'll be out at lunch getting some bits.
I've been sat at my desk playing this Spiderman Unlimited app game. I have a love-hate relationship with it. pretty much despise the amount of time it makes me spend on it.
oh and 2015 will be my 10th year on DiS!!
Looking forward to the party ;)
such a newbie
surely not GoatmeatMF the whole time?
when I first signed up I was Meatbreak which I use for everything, but then I never actually logged in for months, forgot my password and couldn't seem to get a new one so I just made a whole new account.....great story!
just pulled a piece of glass out of my foot
why was it in your foot?
I smashed a glass or something in my kitchen ages ago and still keep managing to find little bits of it with my feet. wasn't sure if it was still stuck in there or not, but it was!
Then I remembered THERE'S NOBODY ELSE HERE
I'll swing by. Us XMAS WEEK WORKERS have to stick together.
Can we get pizza en route and listen to Christmas songs??
Then we'll head over to Xylos erotic fiction book shop and get pizza grease all over his mucky tomes.
or start an argument. which would you prefer?
RR you're absolutely the worst
As long as the argument is with someone other than me.
I'm nice like that.
there's no one here. live life on the edge. yolo etc.
and the day would go horribly wrong
and I'd cry my eyes out
fulfil someone's fetish though. semi-clothed and crying. not even that niche.
do some work, that usually helps (you workshy fop!)
Although I think I shall go and have lunch with my boyfriend now as I am peckish and I have a busy afternoon of calls and more calls.
Not proper work mind you. Just a bit of what I'm referring to as my "Christmas Project".
wasn't even hungry. Just bored.
But I've decided I'm too tired.
Going to get some food instead. Not hungry though.
Just did something. Was pretty good.
Bet it's shit though
yeah, the chilli one, thanks for asking.
Really bored. Have stuff to do but can't be bothered in the slightest.
Though one of my colleagues has just come in, and when I asked where he'd been he just said he couldn't be fucked to come in any earlier as he hadn't slept well. Might try this tomorrow.
as they fucked off out the door on Friday..Is it fuck! I absolutely refuse to do anything
Crazy talk. I reckon I could take a seal. Wouldn't even be a contest.
Wonder if we can fix it up somehow? Anyone got any seal contacts?
I reckon I could handle at least 6 in a fight. I'm willing to go as high as 10 if the money's right.
Take a photo of yourself in your work toilet.
At the sinks, urinal, cubicle, choice is yours.
Probs best not to get your junk in shot.
I'm not at work so don't have to do it
too ugly and old to post.
literally one of the best aspects of male privilege <3
my dad wants me to go into town for him 😒
Will probably have a look on the 28th/29th when we're up.
alice in wonderland. they're trying to show off and it's too much and not christmassy enough.
what if today was actually DRAGON?!?
i'm getting anxious too cos i'm travelling tomorrow, i always get anxious im gonna get ill for something i'm looking forward to. Keep getting tummy flutters each time i think about it. I've not had a cold since march and I probably wont magically develop one in the next 24 hours. GET A GRIP BOY!
You haven't had the standard winter cold pre Christmas?
you're screwed for the next two weeks pal. Screwed.
(happy holidays xox)
not helping, dickhead xxxx
got tons of stuff. bumped into Epimer on buchanan street. Now eating an M&S Christmas sandwich (Aberdeen angus roast beef and spiced plum chutney.) Awesome / ten lunch break.
i'm leaving work in the next half hour to go meet ma pals who's up from london for a couple of vinos.
About 15 minutes ago.
DNS issues at work, no direct support contact. CRIES.
Then came Corinna in a long, loose gown,
Her white neck hid with tresses hanging down,
Resembling fair Semiramis going to bed,
Or Lais of a thousand wooers sped.
I snatched her gown, being thin the harm was small,
Yet strived she to be covered therwithal,
And, striving thus as one that would be chaste,
Betrayed herself, and yielded at the last.
Stark naked as she stood before mine eye,
Not one wen in her body could I spy.
What arms and shoulders did I touch and see?
How apt her breasts were to be pressed by me?
How smooth a belly under her waist saw I?
How large a leg, and what a lusty thigh?
To leave the rest, all liked me passing well;
I clinged her naked body, down she fell.
Judge you the rest. Being tired, she bade me kiss.
Jove send me more such afternoons as this.
Fine, let's take this up a notch
Much wine had passed, with grave discourse
Of who fucks who, and who does worse
(Such as you usually do hear
From those that diet at the Bear),
When I, who still take care to see
Drunkenness relieved by lechery,
Went out into St. James’ Park
To cool my head and fire my heart.
But though St. James has th’honour on ‘t,
‘Tis consecrate to prick and cunt.
There, by most incestuous birth,
Strange woods spring from the teeming earth.
Translated from the latin:
I’ll push your shit in and stuff your face--
Aurelius, you cocksucker; Furius, you little bitch--
since you think that my little poems
have gone soft and I must not be too upright!
It’s true; the devoted poet should stand erect
in his values, but not necessarily in his little
poems, which are truly witty and charming
when they're a little soft, and not too stiff,
but can still cause a little tingling--
I don't just mean for youth, but for hairy men
who can't make their own loins stand upright!
You! You read about my "many kisses"
and doubt I'm fully a man?
I’ll push your shit in and stuff your face.
ovid of a laugh
I've gotta admit I need something a little more contemporary.
THE BIRDS AND THE BEES
I'd reached the age of fourteen and I hadn't started courting,
And my mum was getting worried about me.
She said, "Dad, it's time you told him all about the birds and bees,"
He said, "The birds and bees," and sat me on his knee.
He said, "Now, remember Uncle Joe and that picnic a while ago,
How he went off into the woods with Auntie Pat?
And how I chased O'Reily's daughter and what happened when I caught her?"
I said, "Yeah," he said, "Well birds and bees does that."
Dad works very hard indeed, well he got ten kids to feed,
Well ten and seven ninths to be precise.
And we all wear hand-me-downs, and as I am the youngest,
And the others are all girls, it ain't very nice.
Dad said, "It's time that you got wed," I said, "I'd rather drop down dead,"
He said, "Now how about old Maude from Ikely down?"
I said, "Maude? Not bloody like, she's been out by half the chaps in Ikely,"
He said, "Well Ikely's really quite a little town."
He said, "You've got to get a wife, you can't go on enjoying life,
Or folks with think you're strange and start to frown."
I said to him, "Look, why should I buy a book?
When there's a thriving, lending library in the town."
One day I found a friend, he was up by Badgers End,
A little pigeon fell down by my feet.
His feathers was flecked with red and at first I thought he was dead,
Then I knelt and I felt his little heart still beat.
I cupped him in my hands and I ran home to my mam,
And she said, "Son, I'm as proud of you as I can be.
You're thoughtful and you're kind, and you've got a gentle mind,
And that will do a treat for your old father's tea.
I said, "You shall not touch my bird," and without another word,
I took him in my room and I shut the door,
And then I bathed and I warmed him and I nursed him back to health,
'Cause you see, I'd never really had a friend before.
I taught him little tricks, like playing dead and picking up sticks,
And the village girls, they brought bird seed every day. Oo!
"Dad, you can't come in," I'd shout, "Or my birdie will fly out,"
But of course I let the village girls all stay.
Well there was Mable from the stable, and Mary from the dairy,
We had a visit by our beauty queen.
And that great big Betty Mavery, and she's got her own avery,
She's got the biggest parakeets I've ever seen.
Dad said, "You ought to let him go," and Mum, she said, "Oh no,
You just want to get some shooting practice in."
But the vicar said, "My son, it really isn't done,
And to lock up a wild thing, that's a sin."
One morning when it was all still, I took him up to Badgers Hill,
I lost the only little friend I had that day.
Not a word I said, I just kissed his little head,
And I opened my hands and I watched him fly away.
He circled up and 'round, and then he settled on the ground,
And off he went straight up to the sky.
And then I looked and I could see he was flying back to me,
And then he swooped and he pooped right in my eye.
I thought, "That's bloody rude!" and, "Cor, there's gratitude!"
And, "I hope they never cross a pigeon with a cow!"
And Dad said, "Here, there's I see a caper, I'll go get a bit of paper,
I said, "Don't be daft, he's miles away by now!"
Dad said, "I know you lost a friend, but it's really not the end,
You'll be married and have a family of your own quite soon."
Well I never said a word, but you see, that little bird
Has lured eighteen little ravers up to my room!
So if anyone's got a spare cockatoo or an old crow they don't want,
I'd be very much obliged, because you know, I could put them to good use.
Old Coffee House for 5.30/6pm?
with a friend from university. No firm plans other than meeting at 5.30 near Chancery Lane.
I'll PM you guys my number.
with the soup thread I setup. But as the saying goes, you can lead a horse to delicious campbell's tomato soup
without looking bad.
See you tomorrow xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
have a spiritual evening. don;t forget to put your stockings out!
have a great yuletide one and all!
I just want to go home and go to bed.
If not why not?
I mean if you are bored and need some excitement, by all means, 'drag up baby'
It will create a stir and initiate all sorts of conversations and drama.