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Archie, power posting is not in my blood. I'm currently helping out bobby sandals and posting at uglyluck.com (as Mr Big), the kid is sharp and he has got some BIG plans for that site. People say he's all mouth but I can tell you they're totally wrong.

I tried to do it down by the river but it wasn't allowed.

I don't feel well.

I'm glad someone found it funny. Just one of far too many WTF moments to recall over the past week.

I never saw it before but I'm pleased you have had the opportunity to post it and that your efforts have been recognised. *high five*

You did that just for me? Wow. Thankyou.

You know that wasn't my apartment, right? The reason why it took me so long to get ready was because I didn't know where anything was. Even the dog was fake. Me pro.

Did you hear that MrX? DID YOU HEAR THAT?

We were at someone's house and I went outside via the glass sliding door. Half I minute later, I went to go inside via the glass sliding door fully expecting it to be still open. It wasn't still open. Cue face on glass. My face hurts today.

There are some things I won't buy when I go to the store. One of them is toilet roll on it's own because it's obvious you've run out and you've popped to the store and you're going right back home to have a dump. It's like buying a copy of Playboy and a box of tissues, just too obvious. It's...

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I'm trying to think of a blue food. I'll say the bilberry which is more purple but there is blue in purple so that counts, bilberries are from the same family as blueberries but are much nicer. They grow in the moorlands in Yorkshire (amongst other places no doubt) and you can drive out there...

No, I don't think so. I don't think I've even driven past it. The M6 motorway goes through it but I doubt I ever went that far north since I would use the M6 to either go to Manchester or Liverpool. At a guess, I'd say it was probably another grim Northern town.

I lived in a house, a very big house in the country. Well not quite but it was a big house with a lot (compared to every other house) of surrounding land. To the south of the house, there were rows and rows of raspberry plants, in the summer when I got home from school I had to pick the...

I think I mentioned all major stories in the Die Antwoord thread. I will say that I wish I didn't get as drunk as I did on those sneaky beers that night but I was glad that I was coherent enough for Yolandi and Ninja to sign the stuff for me.

Wow, I mean totally WOW. Forgot to mention that to me the other week, eh? Fiver, I've got connections in Toronto - do you want to me to use them? You want to find out how my ass tastes?

I got to squeeze both her titties when I had to milk her if that counts.

That was in Toronto, you must have been jrunk. However, I did miss it when she did it the night before and I knew to play close attention.

I had goats when I was little so I've had my fix of them. I had to drink skanky goat milk for the majority of the year, so that would put me off for the future.

She's the richest bitch with the nicest arse.