The Bard

It was implicit in Diageo's post that it was the other guy who initiated the kiss, which, in my mind, places him at fault.

I guess he'd rather blame you than accept that his boyfriend is the sort who would act on his attraction to someone else? Guess you need to ask yourself how much you value that dude's friendship.

Oh right, well, me and some friends were at Heaven (club in London) and my flatmate's girlfriend cornered me and started, as you say, suckin' face. Instead of playing it cool, I ran. Next morning she comes and lies down in my bed in pretty much nothing but her tights and bra, so I went and locked myself in the bathroom until she had to go to work. To be honest, it wasn't out of consideration for my flatmate that I didn't absolutely defile her; I was in a relationship at the time. 2 seconds isn't something anyone's gonna give a fuck about brah, take it easy.

Yeah, been in that situation Diageo. Trust me, I wish I had done what you did. Stupid morals. Anyway, they'll forget about that shit soon enough.

Like Nietzsche says, there's nothing a man fears more than another who can't be predicted. Why start or end with gender roles? All they are is one particular element of culture at large: a common system of referentiality for one to be able to mediate ones relationship with the rest of society. Everyone fits into a box and their expected attitudes and behaviours are extrapolated from this. I suppose in a sense, to combat the negative elements of gender types, one has to break them down to their basics, but to be honest, they will always exist so long as Humans do. Essentialism is the way we think. We build a great deal of our impression of the world based on the most ostensible, superficial things we percieve, which is why I often find people who rile so militantly against typification a little...embarrassing /delirious early morning ramble...

What happened there? Or is it simply a case of post binge blues?

Had a fucking fab weekend down in London for a friends birthday, went to the Bavarian Beercellar in Old Street, which was a little unfortunate/whatever since I can't drink beer, but meeeeh. Hilarious part was catching a staffer masturbating in the men's cubicle, I guess he had forgotten to lock the door or whatever and simply needed to tie one off before he went back on his shift, but whatever, made my night watching that particular walk of shame from the cubicle to the till lolololol. Went to my mates mums birthday party the night after, was so so fucking hungover, but somehow after a fucking epic three hour game of risk I felt like a champ so once again ended up drinking my bodyweight in vodka. One takeaway from the night; Middle aged Thai women can fucking party, and I don't mean that in some pseudo patronising way, like I mean I was being sexually besieged by these forty-fifty somethings in low cut black dresses. Asked a really pretty girl for her number but she said she had a bf/ my mate was borderline harrassing her, so I laid off. She may also have been out of my league, not sure, I can never tell. I think another girl with whom I'd been having that whole meeting eyes/ smouldering stare thing with all night was a little bummed out, but then I just think she shoulda stepped up cause I'm fucking worth it. Edit: Also, I'm listening to Journey. Tonight could not be more cheesy/ rad.

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Kebabs are fucking fecal. Then again, we are in England, so it must be culinary heaven considering the alternatives on the high street at 2am when you're pissed off your arse.

Yup, once again, Harrison was an overentitled, barely literate shit for brains that made his tastelessness regarding his own overwhelming wealth known by the fact that he was whining about being in the countries highest tax bracket (which at the time was at 95%), regardless of the fact that this still left him with more money than he could spend in a lifetime of extravagance.

Oh god, of course you'd notice that Chair . Makes me cringe too, but then, Taxman is a George Harrison song, like literally the only Beatle who can't fucking write a lyric to save his life (Ringo too, but his are so bad they come back around and amuse the fuck out of you) and was consumed by these horribly pretentious ideas of pseudo-spirituality that he really couldn't back up because he was dumb as a post. The merit of the whole band shouldn't be distilled down to one shoddy song though

Same here actually, I remember the first music I ever owned was a Beatles anthology on tape that my dad bought me when I was about six or seven, and that became a big part of my childhood. Weirdly, I stopped listening to them as I grew older, and pretty much forgot all their material, until I properly rediscovered them a few years ago and realised, man, there have been all these melodies kicking around in my head for fifteen years, and I didn't know that these were all ripped straight from Beatles tracks. There's something overwhelmingly infectious in their ability to create these iconic melodies, from acoustic almost folky stuff like Blackbird and Mother Natures Son, to experimental unusual stuff like Come Together and Happiness is a Warm Gun One of the best bands of all time.

Have a fuckin good one wog, keep it nutty

They can be credited with a deluge of shit, with the notable exception of the bomberman games. How the fuck were they even relevant in the current gaming milieu?

Went out with mates on NYE and forgot to bring "smart" clothes, so instead, I got to wear this incredibly camp, floral shame tarp. Also like how my hair is done in the style of some cheesy 1950's lounge singer: Getting a lil chubby in the face, from all the drinking :p

Nobody in my family has ever gone bald, so I'm pretty much hoping to follow suit. I may be bald in other regions though. Depends on the time of month

Nah you got it wrong homes, Alcohol = Perception - 10, but get the roofie upgrade dlc pack and it basically acts like a Star on Mario Kart, you'll be ploughing through those bitches like arable land.

I love you guys.

This shit is the equivalent of a run through of Dead Space on Very Easy mode, sure it's ostensibly horrifying and surreal, but you can at least make some progress by mashing forward and hammering the melee button.

Nice one Dan, sometimes life makes up for its anus hammering with a momentary cuddle

Well, we put an offer down on that house I was going on about in the good shit thread, and the owned accepted. Now comes the long winded process of sifting everything through the hands of a solicitor to see if it's all legit, which will probably be a couple of months, and then I can finally move into the batcave. Can't fucking wait, life's had its brakes on far too long for my liking, time to get this shit in gear.

I go by Audioserf

That's a real bummer, THQ were great with publishing games that would otherwise have been unable to find a western market, such as STALKER and Metro 2033. Boo .

Man, F-Zero doesn't come close to what the Wipeout series has achieved, I mean even beyond what it's like to play the game, they have such a coherent sense of world brought together by how well tied together the aesthetics and music are. Don't get me wrong, F-Zero is great too, but it's an entirely different type of racer, it's a lot more videogamey, in an old school way.

Goafer, man, you just gave me a boner with that Teddy Roosevelt quote.