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Right, here's a really simple one: Tell me something about yourself.
It can be as meaningless or meaningful as you would like, it can be a personal secret, or just something cute and intimate. Here's a couple about me to get you started:
I dance in lifts. As soon as the doors shut and I'm on my own I like to dance for the duration of my journey then stop abruptly when it's time for me to get out.
I've got a little lump of blue-tac stuck on the top right corner of my work keyboard, into which I've stuck a paper clip. I fiddle with this piece of blue-tac and paper clip frequently throughout the day rolling it between my fingers, making different shapes out of it or just using the paper clip to mush it up. There is something faintly disgusting about it which I rather enjoy, and I also enjoy the fact that my work colleagues must look at it and wonder what it is and why. I feel slightly ashamed of this and yet also amused.
When I was about eight, I went on a camping trip and we played a game called "Sexy Bugger". It was much like a game of "It" or "Tag" except whoever was "on" would rub their (clothed) behind in a circular motion, as if they were buffing it, and sing "sexy bugger" to the tune of the Wonder Woman theme. They would then chase the other contestants until they caught one (which didn't take long - we were in a tent). At this point the Sexy Bugger would look his capture in the eye and croon (in a slowed down, lingering version of the same tune) "seeeeexxxxxy buuuuuuggeeeeeer" , before applying the sloppiest possible kiss on their terrified lips. The caught and kissed person would then begin buffing their own backside to signify that the title of Sexy Bugger had passed on and the whole game would begin anew.
When I was about 8 I went on a camping trip and we played a game called "Sexy Bugger". It was much like a game of "It" or "Tag" except whoever was "on" would rub their (clothed) behind in a circular motion, as if they were buffing it, and sing "sexy bugger" to the tune of the Wonder Woman theme. They would then chase the other contestants until they caught one (which didn't take long - we were in a tent). At this point the Sexy Bugger would look his capture in the eye and croon (in a slowed down, lingering version of the same tune) "seeeeexxxxxy buuuuuuggeeeeeer" , before applying the sloppiest possible kiss on their terrified lips. The caught and kissed person would then begin buffing their own backside to signify that the title of Sexy Bugger had passed on and the whole game would begin anew.
I was just doing some tidying up at work and I found a blank CD-Rom which I perused the contents of before handing over to my boss. We perused the contents together and found out that our ex-finance director was probably an illegal immigrant and that she had a transgender daughter and was organising a transgender celebration festival in Santa Cruz. Her name was (is) Susan!!!
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* I have unbearably itchy eczema today and would like someone to give me a new skin.
* I quit TMO for ages because it scared me.
* I have an A3 photo montage on my pc desk at work. It has lots of lovely photos on of people who I'm not really friends with anymore, but I can't be arsed to get copies of the digitalised photos of people I am friends with, take the thing home and work out a whole new montage. So, every day when at work, I look to my right while typing and think 'Chris must look so different now' or 'You know I really should call her'.
* I don't know how to do fancy ubb bullet points.
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I dance in lifts. As soon as the doors shut and I'm on my own I like to dance for the duration of my journey then stop abruptly when it's time for me to get out.
I love this. Next time I get into a lift on my own I'm going to dance. I sometimes dance around the kitchen in a really bad mock-R&B stylee and pretend I'm taking the piss, but at the same time wish I actually knew how to dance.
Oh! And quoting a list has shown me the wonders of making ubb lists.
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Louche
Carved TMO on her clit just to make you feel bad
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quote:Originally posted by Black Mask: Another is a self-harmer called Ravenswyng. There's always a multiple who's a self-harmer called Ravenswyng.
The self harmer's called Lucretia.
And this thread is freaking me the fuck out.
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What happened was, Louche took the nail clippers, and clipped little half-moons out of her forearms. The clipping hurt so she could cry. After she cried, she felt better. But the little half-moons that got left behind. They grew into Rachel and Rebecca and Richard and Lucretia and Ravensych, and now they're everywhere.
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Richard was enjoying the thread. He put his huge cock between his ample tits and frowned at Lucretia. She could be so selfish at times.
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quote:Originally posted by Meg: I sometimes dance around the kitchen in a really bad mock-R&B stylee and pretend I'm taking the piss, but at the same time wish I actually knew how to dance.
You need this Shamefully, I have that video. I guess that's something about me. Posts: 687
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One Mojito, two Gin and Tonics, Three Bacardi Lime Sodas, and a couple of pints of Stella please.
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I have a playlist on my iPod entitled, 'Immortality'. On this playlist are songs that I listen to when striding around London, laughing at tourists and feeling unstoppable. I may or may not be Nathan Barley.
When I was about 6, I had this fantasy that Morten Harket from Aha would come into my school assembly and pick me out as the girl he wanted to dance with at the school disco. I may or may not be retarded.
I fucked my back up doing trampolining when i was younger. Occasionally, all the muscles (and therefore all the nerves to which they are attached) around my coccyx go into spasm. This hurts so much I am unable to cry, yet seem somehow to still be able to drool with the pain.
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For Easter my mum got me a little handbag made of chestnut brown fur with a pony's head on the front. When you press its nose it goes "neeeeiiigh" three times. I am twenty seven years old.
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* I don't know how to do bullet points either and I can't be arsed to find out
* I am going to go into the tattooist next week and have that stoooopid little vine thing on my shoulder made into something decent [the perils of getting a tattoo when you are a] 18 and b] skint]
* tomorrow I am going flying in a cessna
*my nose still hurts
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The first album I ever owned was Turn Back The Clock by Johnny Hates Jazz
I still have it somewhere
Despite most people viewing me as a bit of a headcase I'm actually a total softy, I've been known to be on the verge of tears after watching even fairly lame films with sad endings, and I'm prone to periods of maudlin introspection when I've been drinking
My middle name is Geoffrey
I strongly suspect I shouldn't have mentioned that last one..
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Yeah, sorry dude. I wanted to edit it, amplify it... do SOMETHING to it, not just leave it sitting there. I thought, what the fuck were you saying there, AMP? I tried to think who the target of my bile was - it wasn't you, Physic, it was other people I've known in my past, other maudlin, twentysomething boys, and your post reminded me of them, so I said that, and then, this being the internet, I couldn't unsay it. I apologise for taking my ire out on you, an undeserving recipient.
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Meh, no need to apologise, I was more concerned someone would notice the middle name one and start with the always amusing Rainbow jokes Posts: 2337
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quote:Originally posted by scrawny: When I was about 6, I had this fantasy that Morten Harket from Aha would come into my school assembly and pick me out as the girl he wanted to dance with at the school disco.
An ex-girlfriend of mine went on a blind date with Morten Harket. She said he was "a twat", "a wanker", "an idiot", "stupid". One of those, I can't remember which.
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