FFS. there’s any number of airport expresses leaving at every hour of the day or night. Poor show runty.
try waking up in summerhill depot (after sleeping through not 1, but 2 trips to Swords and back on the Nitelink) and trying to force the double doors of the bus open before staggering on to Dorset street and then forking out 30 quid for a taxi home.
You ever take a dump made you feel like you’d just slept for twelve hours?
I asked the Bus Driver if I could go back into town with him and he said he was finished for the night. In my sleepy drunken stupor I wasn’t really thinking straight to be honest.
I woke up sitting on the jacks in my local nightclub after a good sleep. The only bother was that it was half 7 in the morning and I was locked into the building. I had to break out of the place. Still to this day dont know how nobody copped i was in there.
didn’t sleep great myself the last couple of nights looseing out a bit now
I’m concerned that my relationship with Rocko has become very strained in recent times.
It reached breaking point last night when I raised a technical/phone query with him only to receive a brief and almost standard response that didn’t alleviate matters or provide any sort of worthwhile solution. I am full sure that in times past he would have immersed himself in the problem and ultimately solved it after exhaustively examining the issue.
I can trace things back further and, unfortunately, there’s a third party involved here too. Yes, Rocko and cesc4 have spent the past few months bullying me at regular junctures. I posted before about the jibes relating to my portly nature and how they constantly refer to me in the plural; e.g. “Bandage are gone to the bar. I think they’re getting a round in.”
Perhaps most hurtful was their behaviour leading up to TFK Astro Team receiving their league winners’ trophy last week. I introduced them to each other some years ago as I had separate friendships with each party. However, it became apparent that they had been emailing and phoning each other last week and arranged to meet each other privately for a pint and meal prior to joining the rest of the squad at the appointed venue. They did not invite myself or any other squad members to this tawdry meet-up.
In conclusion, I think Rocko is neglecting our relationship and putting other people, especially cesc4 and sometimes even his wife, ahead of me. What should I do?
The first thing you should do is stop posting shit like this on here.
The first thing you should do is stop posting shit like this on here.
I think the real telling point was when cesc was running late and had an option to ring someone to know where the group was. It was an important decision. He needed someone he could trust, someone who wouldn’t lie to him and have him going to a venue where no one was, a true friend. He chose Rocko, someone he knows well maybe a year now over Bandage, his friend since school, his house mate for almost ten years. I could pinpoint the moment Bandage’s heart ripped in two, a la Ralph in The Simpsons.
Of course Rocko told him that we were down the back of the venue in the Alexander when we were all drinking in the Gingerman but that’s beside the point really!
Fook you, Flano. How would you like it if souldressing and BenShermin started cutting you out? You insensitive prick.
That was very unfair of Flano. Very unfair.
I’m deeply emotional after reading that Bandage. So many positive memories tainted by my behaviour over the last few months.
I don’t want to simplify the issue but I believe the divergence stems from Cesc4 leading me astray. He’s a bully and a coward. Every little joke he makes at your expense, every secret meeting, every weekend away together… they’re all designed to push us further apart.
I don’t mind admitting that I’ve fallen for the guy. He scores goals… lots of them… and he’s a handome and witty boy. But I should have seen him for the manipulative force he also is.
Send me on more details on your phone problem and I’ll see what I can figure out.
Also check your email you fat fuck.
Perhaps Bandage & Cesc could be the warm up act for the lark in the park. The winner stealing Rocko’s affection forever.
It would help with the anticipated crowd control problems aswell.
They would never agree to it, Bandage that is…
In fairness, that would never happen as Soul Dressing is a sound cunt.
I asked Dunph for some advice yesterday but to no avail so i shall throw it out there to the rest of the forum…
There is a hole in the butt of me bag, what should I do???
Is this a metaphorical bag?
no
Were you looking for Dunph to fill the hole in the butt of your bag?
1)Put the bag in boiling water 2)crack and egg into the bag , the heat from the boiling water will cook the egg and as the egg escapes out through the hole in the bag it will plug the hole.
Just discovered this thread, so apologies digging up the past. But I think the experience below might help some of you.
CM, I feel your pain. This is a recurring issue for me too. I have enlisted the help of gravity to try to eliminate the incidence of breakers. I was out of work for 6 months earlier this year and so found myself at home permanently. The work at home was of the walking/standing/running variety and not the squatting behind a desk for 10 hours a day that I’d been used to. Almost instantly my dumps became tougher and sturdier. They were big splash makers that left ne’er a skid mark behind. The truth was plain to see. Gravity is your friend when you need to crap. Suddenly my whole digestive system was working better than ever.
Then at the beginning of July, I managed to get back into the workforce. My first morning back saw the return of the breakers. Wiping became a full time activity. And you know my office doesn’t go for Kittensoft jacks paper, so after 6 or 7 wipes my arse is red raw. I tell you, nappy rash at 40 years of age is no joke.