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I mean, like, when you think about it, isn't pissing yourself the ultimate metaphor, yeh? I mean like its all wet, and what else is wet? Your Brain.
 
Exactly! That's exactly what I was trying to say!

That Dilly, eh? Fuckin top bloke, watcher drinkin, mate? I'm a bit strapped, like, canyergerruzzzone?

Agh. I've pissed meself again. Metaphorically. :(
 
Exactly! That's exactly what I was trying to say!

That Dilly, eh? Fuckin top bloke, watcher drinkin, mate? I'm a bit strapped, like, canyergerruzzzone?

Agh. I've pissed meself again. Metaphorically. :(

That's it, mannn. Get in touch with the cosmos.

:cool:
 
i was talking to this fella, right, and he said the me that leytonstone is full of leylines. got it? fucking leylines right, and that's why it's called leytonstone. and once upon a time there used to be a big stone there out on wanstead flats near 'ollow ponds or summit. it was probably like as big as fucking stonehenge. i said, what about leyton. he said, you know it's not as important cos they didn't build the central line depot there. to tap into the leylines, see? in fact, the central line from liverpool street to essex via north london follows the path of the leylines from some fucking church all the way to ongar. of course, you have to get a bus from epping these days. thatcher's lot did that, they broke the power of the leylines when they cancelled the north-eastern end of the central line, broke it just like that. all that earth-energy, he said, just lost. i said, yeah, that makes a lot of sense, thatcher's lot would do that. he said did i know that michael hesiltine is a mason, and i said to him, nah, not him, he's an oddfellow, and the bloke asked if i was taking the piss. kinell, pass us the vino will you, i'm getting a bit dry here. did i tell you about the time i met michael aspel in a public toilet in horsham?
 
i was talking to this fella, right, and he said the me that leytonstone is full of leylines. got it? fucking leylines right, and that's why it's called leytonstone. and once upon a time there used to be a big stone there out on wanstead flats near 'ollow ponds or summit. it was probably like as big as fucking stonehenge. i said, what about leyton. he said, you know it's not as important cos they didn't build the central line depot there. to tap into the leylines, see? in fact, the central line from liverpool street to essex via north london follows the path of the leylines from some fucking church all the way to ongar. of course, you have to get a bus from epping these days. thatcher's lot did that, they broke the power of the leylines when they cancelled the north-eastern end of the central line, broke it just like that. all that earth-energy, he said, just lost. i said, yeah, that makes a lot of sense, thatcher's lot would do that. he said did i know that michael hesiltine is a mason, and i said to him, nah, not him, he's an oddfellow, and the bloke asked if i was taking the piss. kinell, pass us the vino will you, i'm getting a bit dry here. did i tell you about the time i met michael aspel in a public toilet in horsham?

thats fuckin wisdom man
 
fucksake jeff, stop jumping, you've knocked me wine all over the dog. we'll never get the stains out.
 
(A real conversation I once had with a bloke in Penzance during mushroom season)

If you go off in the woods round Lamorna, I swear to God this is true, there's like fuckin' elves out there. Only they're not made of skin n bone, like, they're made of like little atoms or corpuscles of energy. Know what I mean?
 
oh jesus, don't pour salt on the dog, it'll farkin shrivel up.

no wait, that's slugs.

fucking salt the hairy wee git then.
 
Have you ever looked at the word 'the' for a really long time? You should.

It starts to look really weird and you forget how to spell it. Not 'it'. 'The'.

That says something, dunnit?
 
If you go off in the woods round Lamorna, I swear to God this is true, there's like fuckin' elves out there. Only they're not made of skin n bone, like, they're made of like little atoms or corpuscles of energy. Know what I mean?


Worryingly, yes. :hmm:
 
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