http://youtu.be/YD6tGHM6e8w
19/10/2014
Interesting Documentary about the real life effects of Fracking
02/10/2014
Upcoming Sh*tfacification
Oh, Hey There,
Did you miss me?
Ah good, neither did I.
Anyay back to some classic personal tales and tribulations rther than the usual serial "Serious Facts I read and heard about" stuff.
I became still present in this living this just about human (Now officially Autistic) body for what is now 33 years on Monday. F*cking Ay.
Anyway apart from that you now know this I have decided that for the good of all that would like to come and observe this turn of age amongst my physical presence alongside me, that it be done on a Saturday, probably around lunch time.
I propose a gathering and my eventual permission to consume Battered Fish and skinned , chopped up and fried Potatoes together in a Jolly and civilised fashion. "But Where?", ye say, and I say the City of Bright Town, now know to many peons of England as Brighton.
This activity will also be followed by a spot of Golf of the Crazy Variety, and likely some fooling around and loss of sobriety in the immediate area, as one may with to persue, and as I call it now, "Sh*tfacification".
After all this shenanigans, we should also sit in seats inside some things with wheels, and continue on which some dangerous, and especially incoherent Glassweigans would label a "Naw Go".area, Crawley.
In Crawley I suggest another stuffing of mouths at an exquisite place known as "Afters". This will conclude my plans, with an afterthought of shooting echother non fatally with flashing lights at the venue formally known as "Laserhub".
I hope this will satisfy those who attend this event, and if you wish to attend, please be sure to call me on 07986, followed by department no. 255,140 and pay for yourself on the day, followed by a donation towards my attendance or a wellwishing and/or a physically painful disorienting round of "birthday beats". Hopefully not the last. Anebriation and foolish banter and comradery is authorised, but please keep regurgistion areas limited to bushes, roadsides, toilets, rather than my face, shoes, fair rides on Brighto pier or women's breasts.
Good day.
And enjoy the motherf*cking day, bitch.
Did you miss me?
Ah good, neither did I.
Anyay back to some classic personal tales and tribulations rther than the usual serial "Serious Facts I read and heard about" stuff.
I became still present in this living this just about human (Now officially Autistic) body for what is now 33 years on Monday. F*cking Ay.
Anyway apart from that you now know this I have decided that for the good of all that would like to come and observe this turn of age amongst my physical presence alongside me, that it be done on a Saturday, probably around lunch time.
I propose a gathering and my eventual permission to consume Battered Fish and skinned , chopped up and fried Potatoes together in a Jolly and civilised fashion. "But Where?", ye say, and I say the City of Bright Town, now know to many peons of England as Brighton.
This activity will also be followed by a spot of Golf of the Crazy Variety, and likely some fooling around and loss of sobriety in the immediate area, as one may with to persue, and as I call it now, "Sh*tfacification".
After all this shenanigans, we should also sit in seats inside some things with wheels, and continue on which some dangerous, and especially incoherent Glassweigans would label a "Naw Go".area, Crawley.
In Crawley I suggest another stuffing of mouths at an exquisite place known as "Afters". This will conclude my plans, with an afterthought of shooting echother non fatally with flashing lights at the venue formally known as "Laserhub".
I hope this will satisfy those who attend this event, and if you wish to attend, please be sure to call me on 07986, followed by department no. 255,140 and pay for yourself on the day, followed by a donation towards my attendance or a wellwishing and/or a physically painful disorienting round of "birthday beats". Hopefully not the last. Anebriation and foolish banter and comradery is authorised, but please keep regurgistion areas limited to bushes, roadsides, toilets, rather than my face, shoes, fair rides on Brighto pier or women's breasts.
Good day.
And enjoy the motherf*cking day, bitch.
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