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Well....I just did a quick search.. hmmmm...

I understand you are doing it just to get a bite, but still, it's pathetic. Absolutely!

Yes. Because we all believe that.

Not at all. Every time someone moans about speeding, I say "good" (or something along those lines), and generally people agree with me. Anyway, is that not a bit rich coming from the man with an Italian flag for his avater and has stated that Scotland need to lose tomorrow? And this purely so you could get a bite from some of our easier to wind up posters?

Not at all. If it was Ron burgundy I'd be saying something along the lines of: Done for.....speeding....good...you are a disgrace to mankind with your.....childkilling and attempts to murder....innocents with your reckless....fucking disregard for...human...life...I hate everything....but if I put loads of dots in and try and throw abuse at...people then I think that....in my own world....I am screamingly funny....so I hope...you die for....speeding in an area where you....shouldnt be....you are a disgrace to...mankind.....and yes I am...repeating myself. So I think I represent something different and am a much nicer and friendlier class of poster. Isnt that right, me fellow jolly and rotund chum?

Good!

Thats shocking - and sounds to me like clear cut bullying. There must be something you can do about it...worst case scenario can you not put about vicious rumours that he never bothers to wash his hands before he deals with patients?

Aye - bit of a problem when Im teaching a class! Damn their youthful sexiness.

Just come back from my class and its so difficult keeping a professional attitude when some of the first years are so hot! (thats first years as in first year at uni, not first year at secondary). Im having to help them with their computers while repeating to myself "dont look down her top, dont look down her top".

I cant believe you casually drug your dog! Who are you, Kate McCann??

My god I am ill! My throat is in absolute agony. Still, just watched a pimp my ride, and it appeared to consist mainly of talking about hemp and biodiesel, which was odd, yet pleasing.

Boom tish.

Even though Im happy, because for the first time in 2 years, my account is out of the red (albeit temporarily), Im somewhat annoyed about getting home and finding out that every single car parking space on my street - even the double yellows - has a car snuggled into it. Usually its easy to get a space, what the hell is going on? Ive had to leave it on double yellows round the corner. Not where I want it to be.

I keep getting the 29th of October as well. Not a big annoyance, but a little bit of a pain.

This is what he needs! Clicky

Well Kilt makes their coffee!

Good! I hate speeding.

You saw that as well then! Ive got it on my home list of changes - "Is Kate a Murderer?"

Ive just realised that Im a whole week out of sync. So not only have I put my dad out by arranging to borrow his van a week earlier than I need it, Ive also not got enough money to cover the cost of staying alive till I get paid, plus Ive committed to starting my work an entire week early. Sod.

Thanks to spending all day in bed with fucked knees, Ive got the insomnia!

Ive never met any christians who dispute the existance of DNA...have you?

Err, maybe Im missing something, but why couldnt they?

That was fucking epic! I was at the pub, and then we decided to go to the beat. So, after the beat, we decided to walk home to St. Nins (a couple miles), but we didnt just go the usual route, oh no, not us! We got part way along the causewayheid, and then decided to lowp the fence (a bit of a struggle)and walk along the railway track (the new one currently under construction) for a bit. As I was the cripple of the group - i.e. the one who couldnt hear a train coming, my mates were in front and behind me, ready to shout if there was a train coming. This continued for a bit, with us walking along the railway track, wondering how we were going to get out of it, with the river on one side, and a big high fence on the other...so we walked over Stirling Railway Bridge, continuing to follow the tracks. We even had excuses prepared for if we ended up in Stirling train station and in the arms of the police... Luckily though, the track merged with the live track, so we legged it across the live tracked and jumped the wee fence to take us onto the underpass. Given that this was the main road with no pavement, we decided that the best course of action was to get into the town. This involved commando rolling over a p***kly hedge into Tesco delivery car park, and then legging it from the lorries and drivers there. At this point, I lost a button off my shirt and ripped my trousers open all down the left leg...but we were in town! Alive! So we set off home, via the hospital and police station on the way to Ninians, through the fountain (sadly almost dried up), and armed with a shopping trolley. At some point, the police stopped us because we were sitting by the main road having a rest, but we sent them on their way by being polite to them...so, we then decided that it would be a good idea to get the trolley that we had, lift it over a barrier, wheel it down the embankment, drop it down 5 foot, leg it across the road, lift it up another 5 foot embankment (this required teamwork), over a barrier, and then left it there. Oh, but I did find a charity shop recycling bin, the shop was throwing out a load of old books, so I rustled through the cooncil reclycling bin, and found the best ones. So I am now the proud owner of (among others) the 13th Pan Book of Horror Stories, and the 2nd fontana book of great Ghost Stories. But my nag, we've run out of fucking teabags.

I sent you a pm?? My nag, a crippling hangover, deciding for some reason it would be a good idea to come in at 4am and make myself a pizza, wash it down with a hot chocolate, and then have a bowl of icecream. Waking up around midday to find that I was paralysed in pain, and Id managed to spew all over my bedroom carpet, and that there was no chance of me making the match. Just a long, hungover day really.

Due to a cockup, I forgot to measure one of the dimensions of my pond...so rather than needing to buy a liner to cover my 2 X 1 metre pond...I actually need to buy a liner to cover my 2 X 1 X 1 metre pond. Which is a lot more expensive.