tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87259239306174379812024-03-13T15:08:23.426+00:00Brain PukeBook Monkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09065297574536892885noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725923930617437981.post-68052365546960664582010-02-24T21:51:00.002+00:002010-02-24T21:54:56.740+00:00Gimme Shelter...You know, I have often been told by 'friends' that I'd be the one person they know who would turn out to be a serial killer.<br /><br />Oddly, I like that.<br />Truth is that, if my girlfriend and son were killed I would probably give it all up and become a killer.<br />It's... an ambition.<br /><br />Is that weird?<br />It probably is.Book Monkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09065297574536892885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725923930617437981.post-44679611510667990822010-02-17T12:34:00.002+00:002010-02-17T12:36:53.864+00:00My Lips Are Sore (said the actress to the priest).I have sore lips.<br />I've had a cold/manflu/death for a little while, and that has mainly gone but now I have got cracked lips and a blister on my bottom lip.<br />I had nice lips, with a thin-ish top lip and a full bottom lip, and now it's all blister-fied and manky and I want to complain.<br />So I am doing it here. Moan moan moan.<br />Etc.<br /><br />You know, I think I masturbate too much.<br />When it gets to the stage of masturbating at work (in the toilets, not actually whilst working) you know you're in trouble.<br />*sigh*<br />I don't even enjoy it 80% of the time. It's an addiction.<br />Poor me.<br />I'm surprised I have any spunk left at this rate.<br />:)Book Monkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09065297574536892885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725923930617437981.post-58464966149839700442010-02-10T13:04:00.000+00:002010-02-10T13:09:28.132+00:00Death, I hear thy rattleI'm dying.<br /><br />Well... I have a cold and, as someone at work recently said to me, men are shit at being ill.<br />Actually, I'm usually quite good but I'm just using my cold as a reason to blog, so shut up.<br /><br />I have a blocked nose and it's pissing me off.<br />When I inhale, I sound far too much like a pervert sniffing stolen panties... or so I imagine.<br /><br />I have never, and will never, enjoyed 'blowing my nose' and actually haven't done this terrible deed since I was about seven.<br />That was the age when my grandad would spit into a hanky and wipe my face, or hold a tissue to my nose and insist that I blow.<br />I don't think he was grooming me...<br /><br />I remember having a bath at that age and then having my head so vigourously rubbed dry I would be dizzy for a minute or two after.<br />Why do grandparents/parents DO that?!<br />Answer me, parents!<br /><br />(More on my parents later... probably).<br /><br />Anyway, this is a rambling post so I'll stop now.<br />It's Wednesday, it's sunny, and I might go for a walk.<br />Toodles.<br /><br />PS. Pity welcome. I'm ill, damn it!Book Monkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09065297574536892885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725923930617437981.post-21024536703507419882010-02-10T13:03:00.000+00:002010-02-10T13:04:51.681+00:00Welcome to my brain puke!Alright?<br /><br />This is yet another blog by me which will no doubt be gnored and will infact lose appeal to even me after about four posts.<br /><br />Still, it gives me something to do so... onwards!!Book Monkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09065297574536892885noreply@blogger.com0