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08-18-2006, 07:11 PM | #1 (permalink) |
that's my war face.
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hobojesus' extraordinary holiday
Or not. I've been away for a bit due to a family holiday with my Mom and Nan. Last one of them I'll be attending. British holiday suck balls, honestly. If any of you Yanks want to go to England for your holiday DON'T. Unless you enjoy being attacked by bloody wasps, waking up at 6 in the morning because a pigeon who has had a few to many leftovers in his time has decided to walk all over your caravan roof or you love the sound of the sea behind a billion small children crying because the ice cream tastes like ****.
Oh, and if you like your drink squirted out of a pump behind a mucky bar run by an 18 year old git who eyes up your Mom, then by all means go. and if you also enjoy being perved over by a *** bloke who works in Debenhams then you should also go to. I had a WHALE of a time, as you can probably tell. And to top it all off? I lost those beads that Fal said were g@y in some high grass. I threw a stone and they all flew off. Those were the bracelets though, then I went and broke the necklaces. My wrists and neck feel bare! So thanks Weymouth, for 2 GREAT weeks. Now **** off out of my life and long live cheap foreign holidays with tarty Spanish women who aren't old enough to be your Nan! |
08-18-2006, 07:25 PM | #3 (permalink) |
that's my war face.
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I think he thought I was eyeing him up, because he was doing some work on the lighting and I wondered what he was doing, then he came down from the ladder and he just had a real strange face, so I tried not to stare at him but couldn't help it cos of the sheer ugliness. Then everytime I went in he'd stare at me, I'd put sunglasses on so he wouldn't think he was looking at me. Then on the last day, he was mincing along and turned around and smiled with his silly ugly face. That did it. Weymouth is a no go from now on.
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08-18-2006, 07:29 PM | #4 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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hahah Hobo, that sounds like a blast, though it seems to be a typical event of unfortunate events
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
08-18-2006, 07:41 PM | #5 (permalink) |
that's my war face.
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I'm a city boy, what can I say? Cheesy seaside holidays don't do anything for me anymore. I need the hustle and bustle of the town, the constant goings on and more importantly PEOPLE WHO STILL LOOK ALIVE. There are so many old people at these places, and loads of those typical 'I'm on holiday with my Mummy cos she's my best friend' kids. If you know what I mean. I actually saw one kid linking arms with his Mom, about as old as me. That's when you think to yourself '****, I'm running away and living in America.'
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08-18-2006, 07:42 PM | #6 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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^...... i wouldnt run away >.> <.<
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
08-18-2006, 07:48 PM | #8 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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dont get mugged...... or beaten, or pay too much for a taxi
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
08-18-2006, 07:59 PM | #9 (permalink) |
that's my war face.
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I'll take that in mind. If I don't get blown up in the aeroplane first. You seen the news? They stopped a big bombing in Heathrowe. We're flying from there I think. So remember to say your last goodbyes to me. It's still a while off though, I'm not excited/extremely worried yet.
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