Wall of Mouths

The Auto Surgeon wrote:

” But the problem is not really the acceptance of the change (which I am coming to terms with)

You’re going through the change??? :eek:
:p

Seriously, as far as the counselling goes, it doesn’t matter what the problem is - you can talk about whatever you like :)

No mrs h I’m not turning into a rhino (although it would be an improvement). :D

I was referring to the change/re-adjustment I had to make to my life plan.

As for counselling, why should I pay for it, when I get it for free here. :-p
But seriously, I’m over 98.99% over that (because with all the help in the world you can’t erase things from your memory forever, yet). So I would probably just end up hating people with more venom and up a complete “Merchant Banker”!! And I don’t want that especially to people who don’t deserve to be on the receving end of my sometimes wicked tongue.

Anyway, I can live in VYS while you all live in GM. ;-)

:)

As long as she doesn’t snore then everything wil be fine ;-)

What in her sleep? :-s

I can live with that.

Death is not really high my agenda at present, but thanks for the offer. ;-)

The Auto Surgeon wrote:

DON’T COME TO A COMPLETELY DEAD STOP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PAVEMENT

:D I hate when people do that. ” Lets just stop dead on the pavement “. Someone did that to me once and i gave her husband two thumbs up with a really sarcastic look on my face. :D He went ” get out of the way dear “.

@ The Squall - Classy. But if you try that in London you just get run down by the herds of morons/tourists trying to get into the next tacky gift shop. :D

@ Ci? - I don’t think I snore, and if you didn’t hear anything last night - as Errol says “Everyone’s a winner”. ;)

So the audience didn’t like you? :(

Mate, I have never once seen a fair battle of the bands. Likewise I have never once seen a battle of the bands where the winning band was the best band by any stretch of the imagination.

Personally I’d stay away from the things if I were you!

Exactly! The cream will rise to the top, so they say.

A good band will get somewhere, so long as they have a bit of oomph about them in the promotion stakes.

Welcome to MY world.

Battle of teh bands these days - its not about how good youa re - its how many friends you bring. So if a local band brings everyone in teh village to suport them - you’ve NO chance.

godfuckingdammit, if i wasnt such a lazy fucking cunt i could of seen ginger saturday night, turns out i recieved a phone call in the day asking me if i wanted to go but cus i was in bed till 4 in the afternoon i missed the fucking call, so instead i went down to the pub, and got my fucking debit card swallowed by some cuntish hole in the wall, then i left my wallet in the pub. and then witnessed vandalism grrrr fuckijng shit bollocks cunt wanker.

Was gonna keep it in but here goes..

FUCKING DOCTORS ARE A PACK OF USELESS WANKERS! GUY THAT WAS IN MY CLASS IN SCHOOL GOT CANCER IN 2006 AND HAD TO LEAVE, GOT A PRIVATE TUDOR FOR HIS GCSE’S, GOT STRAIGHT A’S, WAS GIVEN THE CLEAR IN AUGUST 2007 AND WAS HOPING TO RETURN TO SCHOOL WITHIN THE NEXT FEW WEEKS!

He died last night of Shingles :(

Fucking Fuck.

I’m knackered - i couldn’t sleep last night and finally went off just after 2am. I got up this morning boss eyed with exhaustion, staggered downstairs and nearly trod on the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen. It was about the size of the end of a loaf and covered in bright green fungus, sprouting up in big flowery shaped lumps all over it. I stared at it for a bit like a rorschac? thingy and finally came to the conclusion that it was a baby rat that had been clinging to a piece of granary bread when it died and that the two had somehow welded together. Then I laughed quite a lot. With stress and exhaustion, you understand.

I went into the dining room to feed the fish (priorities you know) and one of the fish that has been really unwell was laid on the bottom of the tank and a little shark was attacking it repeatedly. “Bollocks” I thought. “It’s died”. So I got the fishing net and started bashing around in the bottom of the tank trying to drag it out from under it’s rock, which didn’t work very well at all - so after poking at it I shoved my hand in and picked up a rock which I promptly dropped on it’s head - entirely accidentally of course. When i picked it up again the f**king thing swam off!! So it’s very unlikely to make it through the day it’s probably got punctures all over it and a serious head injury and it’s my fault :(

I left the kitchen and went to get a dustpan from under the stairs to get rid ot the oat-rat hybrid thing, and I saw a tin of lilac paint with the lid half off. I know someone who wants some girly colours for her daughter’s bedroom so i lifted the lid and shoved my hand in to see how dried out it was. Not at all, as it happened. My finger went straight to the bottom of the tin, bent rather annoyingly at the bottom and was followed by the rest of my hand.

Exhaustion is a horrible thing. On the plus side the filthy mouldy thing the cat dragged in turned out to be a pork chop after all.

I should go and get dressed now. I really should be at work, where I will doubtless electrocute myself.