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It's your word against mine, the hooker's in my neighbour's freezer (It's ok, they don't know yet....)
Ringleader of the Cambridge cartel, pedal champ and king of the dirt boxes (down to 21)
just because you do, doesn't mean you should.
Supportact said: [my style is] probably more an accumulation of limitations and bad habits than a 'style'.
Sorry it was back in the mid 2000's i cant remember which one it was now all i can remember is that his band was supporting Dr.Feelgood to raise funds for a village football team at a festival they call party on the pitch but alas POTPs records dont seem to go back before 2010 so even after some googling the name escapes me
The unusual part is that although my entire immediate family was present - and I clearly recall being hunched over a tub with a profusely bleeding nose - not a single one of them remembers the event, and they all tell me I must have imagined it as it "never happened".
This despite the fact that my nose is so self-evidently busted that the only person I can look down my nose at is my-friggin-self
On a solo flight.
Ringleader of the Cambridge cartel, pedal champ and king of the dirt boxes (down to 21)
I mean it might have been a coincidence but I like to think the shock temporarily triggered some sort of spatial-awareness connection in my brain.
Noise, randomness, ballistic uncertainty.
Noise, randomness, ballistic uncertainty.
Then again, I was 16 so not a big deal I s'pose.
an unusual fact about me is that all the unusual facts about me are actually unusual facts about other people.
So were Hale n Pace when they came to the caves.