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Wilde is on my side (13955)
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Sunday May 15, 05
07:14 AM - God Bless the Drunkards
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Walking through the shopping centre yesterday, in the middle of my lunch break, and I pass two friends. Normally I try my hardest to avoid people I know in town, because
a) I probably don't like them
b) They probably don't like me
c) Even if we both like each other, I can rarely be bothered to make conversation

They collar me, but I am not too bothered, because they are both quite entertaining. A bottle is triumphantly thrust under my nose, and I am told, 'We've got wine'.
Ah, that would explain the relaxed smiles and the fact that they are slumped against a post, then.
'Drunk by lunchtime!' They inform me. At this point, I am considering nicking it off them, but I can't imagine it going down too well if I return from my lunch break and start crashing around amongst the clothing rails and weeping uncontrollably.
'We're going to have sex'
'What, here?!'
'Yep.' They start attempting to straddle each others legs. I leave them to it.

What would we do without the drunks in this world to cheer us up?!

Woke up feeling rather disturbed today. I had a dream last night that my stepdad told me that he was Morrissey, and that he often comes on moz-solo to chat to his fans (I wonder if Morrissey ever does pop by to have a read?). It took me a worryingly long time to realise that he was lying, especially as HE LOOKS NOTHING LIKE MORRISSEY. But it wasn't this that disturbed me. It was the fact that in my dream I had cut off my nipples (and kept them- 'cut out and keep'!) I am still pondering the meaning of this...
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How titillating! (Score:1)
Wow -- drunks, sex, a step-dad passing as Moz, and saved nipples! What would Freud say? Well he is not here, so I will give it a go. LOL. OK, I think you are a sexual person, aren't we all?! Your friends were expressing their sexualities in front of you. This may have induced you to have a sexual dream. You are sexually attracted to Moz, yes?! But, when you then saw Moz as your step-dad, you became uncomfortable. So your nipples (symbols of your sexuality) became detatched -- symbolizing your detatchment from these uncomfortable feelings about your step-dad. But, you did not throw the nipples away. But rather, you saved them -- to be re-attatched in your next dream, when Moz is no longer a relative, but instead, a stranger who is 'safe' to objectify sexually.

PS -- I knew I shouldn't have swiped those psychology books from the library the other day. Ha ha.
realitybites -- Sunday May 15 2005, @08:59AM (#161756)
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Down The Hatch... (Score:1)
"Work is the curse of the drinking classes."

My imagination conjures an amusing scenario:

I can't imagine it going down too well if I return from my lunch break and start crashing around amongst the clothing rails and weeping uncontrollably.

J. Razor -- Sunday May 15 2005, @01:03PM (#161790)
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I'm Alone
Casual Sex in the Cineplex (Score:1)
What kind of company do you keep?! ;)
KenBarlow * -- Sunday May 15 2005, @01:47PM (#161792)
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There is no such thing in life as Norman
Uh-oh (Score:1)
Let me guess - Emily and Joss!!!

If not then you know some very odd people ... cause yeah Emily and Joss are completely normal!
Dave Grohl vs Moz -- Friday May 27 2005, @10:52AM (#163438)
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  • Re:Uh-oh by Wilde is on my side (Score:1) Friday May 27 2005, @01:52PM


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