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It's friday and I'm sat at home
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What a bag of shite. Everyone has left the house and I'm all alone. I have a can of beer. I'm extremely bored. I already watched 'three kings', which was good, but I don't think I can face another film. I wanna go out 
Any ideas what I can do to amuse myself? More original the better :chin:
Any ideas what I can do to amuse myself? More original the better :chin: 0
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You lot will have to keep me company tonight, too. There's nobody who will be able to keep my attention for more than 10 minutes on MSN, and le bloke is off doing band things.
Who wants to entertain me ;p?
If you want, I could share with you the story of the faulty dollar, or the cursed dollar.
LE POO.
So off out tomorrow night, mind.
It all started yesterday. I was driving home after work and I needed gas. There was a gas station about a mile from my house which always had cheaper gas than the rest. I drove past $2.31, $2.29. I was shocked. Gas just earlier that day was $2.40. I couldn't wait to see what I was going to pay at the Marathon once I got there.
I drove up. I got out of my car and looked at the gas pump. $2.37. Oh my god. I filled up anways and drove back home. I walked upstairs to greet Ed. I told him what had happened. How absoutly devistated I was. I cried. He pulled a dollor out of his pocket and threw it at me. He told me, here whiner, this should be more than enough to cover the extra you paid. He was right.
I put that dollar in my jacket pocket and left it there.
Fast foward to today. A few minutes ago. I took that dollar out of my jacket pocket. I had seen some peanut butter m&ms in the candy machine and I was not going to pass them up. I made my way to the break room, reached in my pocket with my sweaty hand and grabbed the dollar.
I put it in the machine.
The machine gave it back.
I put it in the machine again.
The machine gave it back again.
I put it in again.
It got returned again.
By this time the tears were already starting to appear in my eyes. I didn't know what to do. The m&m's were so close, but out of my reach. Held back from my mouth only by a piece of plastic and a crinkley dollar. I started to leave, knowing the one and only thing I wanted would not be mine today, maybe ever. I took a step towards the door as I heard a voice call my name. I turned around to look, it was a fellow employee. She asked me in the most kindest tone, do you need change for that dollar? I wiped a tear that had fallen to my cheek and nodded.
I held out my dollar, she held out 4 quarters. The transaction complete. The peanut butter m&ms... mine.
Cursed Dollar:
Once Ed's friend had a dollar that said "this dollar is cursed." He had it for over 2 months. Then gave it to a stripper.
I don't mind though because my better half is here tomorrow
Or get pissed and have a wank...
Feels good both way
Going out tomorrow night and getting spangled.
Spangled!
Haven't heard that for a while. My brother used to say it all the time.
/irrelevant post
Sorry, it made me grin
*shuts up*
Spandangled - quite a popular word with my mates.
Polaxed, road off, steamboats, blocked, stoned,wiped, rubbered, smacking out bla bla bla.
Oh, oh, oh, sitting on my sofa,
Sipping at my soda,
Sitting on my sofa.
Erm, tomorow is going to be fun anyway. Tonight was boring.
Doves, Playboys, Biscuits, Barrels, Callies, Clear Caps, China Whites, Rhubarbs, Loony Toons, New Yorkers... you know, bang on, larging it, the full monty, safe as houses, pair of trousers, what a laugh, let's do another half!