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My Night In/Out With a Bag of Reefer
Published on 2012-02-15 06:36:00
A few nights ago was a friend's birthday, and I'd bought a big bag of reefer for us to smoke together. I didn't have her address so I posted up on her facebook asking for her address but she never got back to me. I sipped vodka in my livingroom and skinned up some reefers for us to smoke together. I got this crazy idea in my head that I could easily find her house as Belfast isn't very big (it's not that big!) So I skinned up some reefers for the journey and took off out smoking one. I had it
Hip Dad talking to his Son about Pussy
Published on 2012-02-06 06:55:00
One of the worst things a dad can say to his son is (at any age): 'Did you get some pussy?' Just because if you are a dad whose son is getting pussy, you're probably old enough for your pubes to be falling out in grey joyless clumps. And you probably fumble your withered balls in front of the bathroom mirror and try to keep from crying. My dad never said this to me (just for the record). Speaking of records and cats (pussys):
How To Find A Job In The Recession
Published on 2011-12-05 06:11:00
I've been applying for lots of jobs recently because I found myself making the silly mistake of going back into a call centre to chase the dream of the mighty pound. All's happened is I've been ground down and my mental health has started to deteriorate along with basic functions like memory and temper. I've been applying for jobs right, left, centre, up, down, turnaround and constantly find myself hitting the ground with a huge whack of disappointment. This is what the standard rejection lett
