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left work > grannys for tea > moorings > tunnels > contra not playing > back to moorings > highest score in flying shark > moshulu > drink > pizza > wait in taxi rank > girl asks for lift cos shes lost jumper, she'll pay > other taxi rank > details on napkin > my phone lands on ice > phone slides across ice in slow motion > phone falls down drain > taxi > 24 hour shop for porn > her flat > gin > upstairs > wake up on couch > dig out her car > work

dunno why, just thought id tell you that

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the girl was all up for ripping up the drain cover and trying to retrieve it. I just ran around laughing.

but saying that, a girl that was quite ready to dip her hand in shit is my type of girl.~

aye, phone is a goner, and with it, all the amazing photos and the infamous "ewan naked on stage in moorings in a cardboard box getting beaten with a drumstick" video.

it will be missed.

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my day so far:

get up>breakfast>car frozen cant get in>girfriends car frozen cant get in>more breakfast>get into cars now>girfriends car wont start>jump starts doesnt work>try to dig out car and rolling start - nice gritter man helps dig her car out>cant push car in second gear for jump start so i drive behind her car pushing it all the way>nothing happens>jumpleads back on for 5 minutes>car starts!!>cheeseburger and chips from burger van>work.....

still cold.

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get up>go back to bed> get up> have a piss> get a cup of tea> go back to bed> get up> dig mums car out> help neighbour dig car our> get a fiver from said neighbour> walk my cousin to the bus stop and wish her a safe journey to paris> come home> phone mum to come home and unlock the door> go on msn> add a few things to the myspace> make fajitas on the george foreman> eat them> come back online> answer phone> try to tell our romanian cleaner that it was okay that she coouldnt come beause of the snow> type this up> go back on msn

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I like trends..

Wake up > Throw unwashed clothes on unwashed body > freeze my ass off walking to work > sit in front of a computer for 8 hours > freeze my ass off walking home > sit in front of a computer for 8 hours > Throw clothes on floor in random manner so its a nightmare to find them all tomorrow > sleep > repeat ad nauseum

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work playing games > lunchtime, send niall to get me a panini > shit in toilet that smells like bubblegum > play battlefield 2 throught lunch > back to work playing games

i'll tell you all what i get up to tonight later. doubt it'll be better than first post.

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left work > grannys for tea > moorings > tunnels > contra not playing > back to moorings > highest score in flying shark > moshulu > drink > pizza > wait in taxi rank > girl asks for lift cos shes lost jumper' date=' she'll pay > other taxi rank > details on napkin > my phone lands on ice > phone slides across ice in slow motion > phone falls down drain > taxi > 24 hour shop for porn > her flat > gin > upstairs > wake up on couch > dig out her car > work

dunno why, just thought id tell you that[/quote']

I'm confused, did you pull or not? If so, why go for porn and why wake up on sofa?

We need more details.

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I'm confused' date=' did you pull or not? If so, why go for porn and why wake up on sofa?

We need more details.[/quote']im not telling you if I pulled or not. I'm going to leave you to create the scenario in your head, everyone can do the same and start a simlar thread with "Dave and some bird scenario....how did it play out in your head" where everyone can fill in what happened in said girl's flat.

all stories should include:

A) a blue covered magazine of teenage girls posing nude

B) A small skimpy multi-coloured thong

C) various references to odours swirling round the room, both the nice and not so nice ones.

D) flatmate staggering through door

E) gin and tonic

all of these were of course present in the flat.

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work playing games > lunchtime' date=' send niall to get me a panini > shit in toilet that smells like bubblegum > play battlefield 2 throught lunch > back to work playing games

i'll tell you all what i get up to tonight later. doubt it'll be better than first post.[/quote']

so let me get this straight, you get paid to play games? in aberdeen? how do you go about getting such a job?

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I went into careers scotland and there was an application form in the book for a "Games Tester" I filled out a form, sent it in with a CV, then got asked to write a game review, so I wrote a shit one on Project IGI, then asked to come in for interview, then got told I got the job.

Its in an office next to the Blue Lamp (aye, that swanky looking establishment of sexiness) for Firefly Studios.

Now, start writing stories about what I did in the random girl's house.

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im not telling you if I pulled or not. I'm going to leave you to create the scenario in your head' date=' everyone can do the same and start a simlar thread with "Dave and some bird scenario....how did it play out in your head" where everyone can fill in what happened in said girl's flat.

all stories should include:

A) a blue covered magazine of teenage girls posing nude

B) A small skimpy multi-coloured thong

C) various references to odours swirling round the room, both the nice and not so nice ones.

D) flatmate staggering through door

E) gin and tonic

all of these were of course present in the flat.[/quote']

You and the lady of perhaps questionable taste return to the flat minus the doomed drain-ridden phone and with her hands mercifully clear of shit for at least the time being. She heads off to the kitchen to prepare two gin and tonics while you start to leaf idly through a blue covered magazine of teenage girls posing nude to attempt to arose 'little dave' in case action (fiction?) is on the agenda.

Suddenly her flatmate stumbles in through the door holding a small thong of many colours and looking shocked. When you question her about this she tells the tale of a rather crusty chap named Binbag Bobby perched on a wall removing said item so he could plop a turd onto a disgruntled policeman's head. He handed it to her and ran so she stumbled back to her abode in a state of shock. The smell of what remains of Bobby's jobby clings to the thong and fills the room.

At this point your beau wanders back in with the gins and thanks you for what she assumes is farting as it's covered up the nasal illusion that she was working in an out-of-date onion disposal factory. No action occurs and you wake up wearing the thong with two new diseases.

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You and the lady of perhaps questionable taste return to the flat minus the doomed drain-ridden phone and with her hands mercifully clear of shit for at least the time being. She heads off to the kitchen to prepare two gin and tonics while you start to leaf idly through a blue covered magazine of teenage girls posing nude to attempt to arose 'little dave' in case action (fiction?) is on the agenda.

Suddenly her flatmate stumbles in through the door holding a small thong of many colours and looking shocked. When you question her about this she tells the tale of a rather crusty chap named Binbag Bobby perched on a wall removing said item so he could plop a turd onto a disgruntled policeman's head. He handed it to her and ran so she stumbled back to her abode in a state of shock. The smell of what remains of Bobby's jobby clings to the thong and fills the room.

At this point your beau wanders back in with the gins and thanks you for what she assumes is farting as it's covered up the nasal illusion that she was working in an out-of-date onion disposal factory. No action occurs and you wake up wearing the thong with two new diseases.

fucking amazing.

for further stories; this part...

"You and the lady of perhaps questionable taste return to the flat minus the doomed drain-ridden phone and with her hands mercifully clear of shit for at least the time being. She heads off to the kitchen to prepare two gin and tonics while you start to leaf idly through a blue covered magazine of teenage girls..."

was largely very true.

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she returned wearing said thong and carring the g&t's, you then realised her balls were hanging out...you'd made that fatal mistake again, but you took it like a man and pummeled his bum rotten all night

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Haha-- Dave you swine..

I rememeber you telling me a Saturday night after a week of nights out (after welding lighted shots of sambuca to your sweet little nips all week) at your horror of waking up with "scratches on my arse" and i dont think we were talking whole arse i think it was more arse hole..

Anyway I still have nightmares about the hair that lurked under your hat - man thats crustcore hairdo...

Congrats at landing at Firefly - I only thought the game they ever did was 'stronghold crusader' though (and they are down in London??) anyway it could only happen to you. I went in Careers Scotland and they told me.. .'erm why did you come here' I was like 'erm you tell me'...

Check us out-- http://www.myspace.com/digitalsinrecords

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