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Ploppin' Fresh

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  1. QUOTE (Fenchurch @ Dec 14 2004, 05:18 AM)
    Plus...
    Cats licking my face = Cute
    Dogs licking my face = Way Gross.



    Dog licking face = unrequited love and utmost adoration for owner (and anyone else who may be susceptible to licks)

    Cat licking face = scornful mutilation via sandpaper tongue
  2. Cats suck! Yea... they're cute and are adorable when given things to scratch but they have no personality. Sure, they have traits... and I think most cat owners confuse these traits as personality. But there's a difference. There's no warmth with a cat. No "Oh my gosh, YOU'RE HOME!!!!" They just want to be fed and have a place to sleep. Past that, they have no use for US humans. And yea I'm allergic... what of it?!?
  3. You know, despite my drunkeness... it has occured to me that there are a lot more places on a car that you can stick your pizzle in than a human body. A lot more. Some could be overly popular with the S&M crowd as well. Don't mind my drunken ramblings... that pic brought up way too many visuals than I'd care to recount.
  4. You told me you had destroyed all those pictures!!! You said they were for your personal pleasure!!! Please tell me you still don't have the one with me doing the thing with the thing to my thing... for all that as sacred and holy...
  5. BENEFITS??? Is that like compensation for having delved into a world filled with the in(s)ane? I can't believe you're making us swallow this tripe. Our friends at the meat council demand royalties!!!
  6. It's kinda strange... because where I work, every 8 weeks or so, we have to work a week of nights; meaning that I work 7x12hour(8-8) shifts for a total of 84 hours in a week. I love it for a variety of reasons: a) I get the following week off-paid. cool.gif don't have to deal with all the day to day rigmarole like errands, phone calls, crowds, showering c) when i get home at 9AM, I sleep right through until 6:30PM... It is that week of nights that I get my best sleep... normally i get anywhere from 3-7 hours d) what would be deemed unsociable hours here in Ireland, the 5 hour time difference is ideal for talking to my girlfriend, family and friends in canada e) my thoughts, free from the grasp of daily living, traverse the spectrum between delirium and lucid, making for many entertaining whimsies. The only downside to nights is that it kills any and all desire to eat. Where you might normally eat 2 to 3 meals + snacks throughout a day, you find yourself never really hungry; opting for snacking instead. So yea, I guess i'm trying to say i like nights.
  7. Anthony Scally: Lethargy Defined

    Consider the following... while the laundry rug attempts to appeal to mass
    consumer laziness, our esteemed host has exceeded, and indeed, revelled in
    his efforts to truly master the art of lazy. Too bothered by all facets
    related to clothing (ie. purchasing, putting on, washing, donating), he simply adorns himself in any and all biodegradable and compostable materials available to
    him at any given time(depending on location, this can produce rather
    unwholesome results). "Clothing??? Reeks of effort!" A fitting choice of
    words for a man that, at times, has claimed the spectrum of pungency an
    unworthy opponent. Some of the more common materials seen on his person
    would be banana peels, nappies, newspaper, etc... In recent months, Mr. Scally has been commended, and sought after in some circles, for his versatile and most often controversial choices for loin dressing. Mr. Scally boasts that his
    "efforts" are environmentally friendly, saluting Doc Brown's fuel-efficient
    Delorean as his source of inspiration. Some say fashionable(please refer to his rendition of a winter coat found below), others... eco-friendly. I say... smells like burning! Whatever your take is on it, he is truly a man to be honoured.

    p.s. For rare video footage of Anton running the dublin marathon wearing lettuce, a vaccuum bag, a turnip and two chinese take away trays for runners... feel free to contact me. Needless to say... he is required by several large members of the Garda Siochana to remove himself from public observation. His comeback is SWEET!
  8. Anton = Notna (not to be confused with Mon Mothma... although on a side point, for an old lady, she was kinda hot). Holy shit!!! It's all starting to make sense. My life has become a lot less vivid since he moved out of the flat. Can anyone else see this???
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