This page needs more randomicity
Shave my lemons, leggings for the man with no hens, furnish my chops with a set of lovely hammers then run until your eyes go askew and your nails rips holes in the Ozone layer:
รย 
I got this when I typed in ‘random’ in Google.
I think my lemons need a good shave. Poor man with no hens ๐
July 7th, 2006
So, she hid from the Nazis in a cupboard or something didn’t she? And she kept a diary didn’t she? So… did she write the diary in the cupboard? If so could anyone actually read it? I remember the time I was in a cupboard at school with two other people, eating lunch and that, and when I came out what I’d written was all skew-iff!
Did she have some special pen light?
4 comments July 7th, 2006
You see me right?
I have eggs.
These are MY eggs.
You know what I’m doing with them?
I’m putting them all in a basket.
MY BASKET!
I have the right to put them all there.
If they all break then I can go f*ck right off.
But the bottom line is they’re MINE!
MINE!
MINE!
………
MINE!
7 comments July 5th, 2006
Being that I, supreme being and ruler of many galaxies, can write now that Kev and Marshall, sorry, Steven and James are currently snuggled up in a travelodge across the road from where I work I can say:
Splippy boing thing!
That’s the first thing that came to mind
7 comments July 3rd, 2006
The Timmy Mallett interview, as well as a load of other random stuff that goes you a taste of what I spent the last three years doing, is now here:
http://www.chris5156.com/radio/markandchris.html
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June 15th, 2006
From the Perry Bible Fellowship, an internet comic that’s so damn good it gets printed in the Guardian on Fridays! Hooray!
http://cheston.com/pbf/archive.html
1 comment May 22nd, 2006
I have a list of things to do that’s about this long today:
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And it’s all meant to start with going in to Manchester and getting some things. But it’s raining and nastybad outside and I don’t like it and I can’t go anywhere because the station is 15 minutes away and I’d get wet on the way there.
So instead I’m sitting here writing nonsense to post to the internet, like anyone actually cares. They don’t. You don’t, do you? Sitting there all warm in whatever place you’re in where you are? No, you don’t give a flying mack for my sad predicament.
Truly tis a sad day.
3 comments May 22nd, 2006
