had a very weird vibe to it, there was one hell of a storm then farah fawcett died then michael jackson died , when i woke up up this morning it was like id had a weird dream .
my night was shit, but the day was good because i had a college taster day, and there's a subway, mcdonalds and kfc within walking distance. there's some serious talent there though, can't wait
Me and the gf were sat discussing who we would allow each other to sleep with for the sake of Rock n Roll cred, following on from me telling her of the deeply shameful time when my mother as a teenager working in a hotel in Bradford, walked into a room to see Keith Richards stood in his underpants, and didn't do him, a moment of family shame that haunts me to this day (squarest mum in the 60's for teh lose). Anyway, led to a discussion of whether Jackson was considerable or not, given his undoubted ledge status, but opposed by the oddness and weird looks. We even listened to some of his music before going to bed, both completely unaware of what had happened until this morning.
Fly mate tell me about it! I had a loopy night also. I even made a thread about it on the main arena.
First this happened....
I’m house sitting for my mom and dad. They have fucked off on holiday.
I’m enjoying the wealth of beer and wine they have left behind in unwitting payment for plant watering and cat feeding duties whilst I twat about on here….All was well….
Dipped outside for a cigarette and was staring up the garden having a little think about stuff as you do and suddenly a tiny little mouse dashed like a loon down the garden path towards me until it got about 3/4 metres in front of me when it spotted me….
Then he froze and looked fucking right at me….We shared a little moment….
Seemed like ages….
Looking right at me….
Then….as the mouse stood froze between a rock and a hard place….
Completely out of the blue a big cat dashed down the path and clamped its jaws around the mouse that was still looking at me….
At which point the cat also froze having just spotted me and we also shared a little moment….
Cat didn’t move for at least 5 seconds until I pissed myself laughing and it dashed off in the direction the mouse wished it had, whilst clutching supper in its gob.
It was a really odd little moment.
Then!!! An hour later I went out for another cig and right in front of me on the fucking doorstep to the back door lay a pigeon dying Right on my doors step! just sitting there looking at me all fucked!
Thought it had flown into the window so I turned it over to check the state of it and all its chest was wide open and rotting and the poor fucker is gasping away looking at me like im a fuckin vet.
I was not happy about the situation to say the least. But not as unhappy as the pigeon.
I realised it was far far to mash up to live so I had to man up and dash it in the head with a brick to put it out of its misery
How the fuck it got in that state and got to my doorstep is a mystery.
THEN!!!!! about half an hour later I start getting the Jacksons dead texts.
Untold amounts of surrealness last night was. All I could do was drink gin until I passed out.
Fucking long post.
Word.
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I'd still do Keith Richards, even now, just for the cred. As the giver of course....
MJ? Not now, clearly. And we both decided no, just too odd looking. And not really rock n roll enough, no reputation for hardcore drug abuse and womanising.
However, we came extremely close to making a bet to see who could sleep with David Bowie 1st, cause he's easy either way and I reckon I'm better looking than her.
Fly mate tell me about it! I had a loopy night also. I even made a thread about it on the main arena.
First this happened....
I’m house sitting for my mom and dad. They have fucked off on holiday.
I’m enjoying the wealth of beer and wine they have left behind in unwitting payment for plant watering and cat feeding duties whilst I twat about on here….All was well….
Dipped outside for a cigarette and was staring up the garden having a little think about stuff as you do and suddenly a tiny little mouse dashed like a loon down the garden path towards me until it got about 3/4 metres in front of me when it spotted me….
Then he froze and looked fucking right at me….We shared a little moment….
Seemed like ages….
Looking right at me….
Then….as the mouse stood froze between a rock and a hard place….
Completely out of the blue a big cat dashed down the path and clamped its jaws around the mouse that was still looking at me….
At which point the cat also froze having just spotted me and we also shared a little moment….
Cat didn’t move for at least 5 seconds until I pissed myself laughing and it dashed off in the direction the mouse wished it had, whilst clutching supper in its gob.
It was a really odd little moment.
Then!!! An hour later I went out for another cig and right in front of me on the fucking doorstep to the back door lay a pigeon dying Right on my doors step! just sitting there looking at me all fucked!
Thought it had flown into the window so I turned it over to check the state of it and all its chest was wide open and rotting and the poor fucker is gasping away looking at me like im a fuckin vet.
I was not happy about the situation to say the least. But not as unhappy as the pigeon.
I realised it was far far to mash up to live so I had to man up and dash it in the head with a brick to put it out of its misery
How the fuck it got in that state and got to my doorstep is a mystery.
THEN!!!!! about half an hour later I start getting the Jacksons dead texts.
Untold amounts of surrealness last night was. All I could do was drink gin until I passed out.
Fucking long post.
Word.
Dude you should start writing scripts, your attetion to detail is pretty cool mate.