Getting in contact with other members

[chalice]

I couldn't play the song and record at the same time (would block out my laptop microphone if the sound got too loud), so I had to go a cappella and mix with a karaoke version. Beyond the white, a rap travesty.

http://toofiles.com/a/287464.html
password is mary

That's the best thing that's ever happened to me. Better than the birth of my children by about seventy-teen-five miles.

[manker]

I couldn't play the song and record at the same time (would block out my laptop microphone if the sound got too loud), so I had to go a cappella and mix with a karaoke version. Beyond the white, a rap travesty.

http://toofiles.com/a/287464.html
password is mary

That's the best thing that's ever happened to me. Better than the birth of my children by about seventy-teen-five miles.

Alrite, matey.

Births are somewhat over-rated.
I mean the enormity of the event that hits you afterwards is fantastic, but all the hanging around, the nine month prelude and the blood, shouting and literal shit. Ew.

Sounds a bit like a wedding

[chalice]

That's the best thing that's ever happened to me. Better than the birth of my children by about seventy-teen-five miles.

Alrite, matey.

Births are somewhat over-rated.
I mean the enormity of the event that hits you afterwards is fantastic, but all the hanging around, the nine month prelude and the blood, shouting and literal shit. Ew.

Sounds a bit like a wedding

Wotcha.

Yeah, the missus has had three caesareans wot with her being a short-arsed, narrow-hipped hobbit and stuff. She likes Italian nosh, so as the knife went in, the delivery theatre was invariably pervaded with the overbearing stink of garlic and pish and shite and new life. A heady compound which makes you glad for surgical masks.

Couldn't wait to get to the pub to get the aroma out of my respiratory system. True story.

[Barbarossa]

Today's booblies are Christina Ricci's.

This is actually a brilliant game mentaldave, this is the best thing you've ever done

Probably in your entire life, like.

[manker]

Alrite, matey.

Births are somewhat over-rated.
I mean the enormity of the event that hits you afterwards is fantastic, but all the hanging around, the nine month prelude and the blood, shouting and literal shit. Ew.

Sounds a bit like a wedding

Wotcha.

Yeah, the missus has had three caesareans wot with her being a short-arsed, narrow-hipped hobbit and stuff. She likes Italian nosh, so as the knife went in, the delivery theatre was invariably pervaded with the overbearing stink of garlic and pish and shite and new life. A heady compound which makes you glad for surgical masks.

Couldn't wait to get to the pub to get the aroma out of my respiratory system. True story.

Ooh, caesarians. I always think of them as being posh rather than a necessary medical alternative.
I don't recall any smells - apart from when she shit herself, like.

Women. They just don't know what we men have to put up with

[manker]

Today's booblies are Christina Ricci's.

This is actually a brilliant game mentaldave, this is the best thing you've ever done

Probably in your entire life, like.

hmmz
They look crap. I had imagined that Ricci would have the bosom of a furtive seventeen year old.

[Artemis]

Today's booblies are Christina Ricci's.

This is actually a brilliant game mentaldave, this is the best thing you've ever done

Probably in your entire life, like.

That is a strangely compelling spidey talent you have there barbie

[mjmacky]

I couldn't play the song and record at the same time (would block out my laptop microphone if the sound got too loud), so I had to go a cappella and mix with a karaoke version. Beyond the white, a rap travesty.

http://toofiles.com/a/287464.html
password is mary

That's the best thing that's ever happened to me. Better than the birth of my children by about seventy-teen-five miles.

Strange, because at this very moment I smell like piss, shit, and onions. I'm also sitting on the toilet with my laptop.

[Artemis]

That's the best thing that's ever happened to me. Better than the birth of my children by about seventy-teen-five miles.

Strange, because at this very moment I smell like piss, shit, and onions. I'm also sitting on the toilet with my laptop.

Onions?

[megabyteme]

I was too afraid to ask.