By popular request, I now have my first profile picture: a happy memory of one of the Scottish munches.
I never get PMs. This is so exciting. Who can it be?
It's an automated post. Oh well.
I have no idea where Burton on Trent is. But the train ticket thingy assures me I can get there, so I guess I'll find out. I'd love to go.
How far would I go for a fork? I just measured: the kitchen is about 10 metres away. There's no point going further than that.
How far would I go for a film? There's a couple of cinemas in town. I've never seen a film that I'd travel as far as London for.
How far would I go for a fool? I've got one right here. No need to go anywhere.
How far would I go for a feed? Again, the kitchen is about 10 metres away. But sometimes it has no food. Then I have to go a little further to the supermarket. On special occasions I'll go to a restaurant.
How far would I go for a flag? I'm not that patriotic. I don't think I'd bother going anywhere.
How far would I go for a feud? The 60s are long gone. I don't really have the hair to be a hippy. But I do fully support the sentiment of "make love, not war". No feuds for me, please.
How far would I go for a fern? There's one growing (not very successfully) in the above-mentioned garden. I'm not a big fan of ferns, so I wouldn't go very far for another.
How far would I go for a farm? I can't manage my own garden. What would I do with a whole farm?
How far would I go for a fuck? If it's just a fuck, not very far. But throw in some decent conversation and a few laughs, and I'll go quite a bit further. For the right person, I might cross an ocean. But I haven't met her yet.
It's a little known fact that I died in October 2003, about a week after joining this site. Any posts that appear to have been made by me since then were actually written by my ghost.
My last words were to Blue: "do your worst".
I'd do it all again.
Sorry mate. And I didn't even have the courtesy to welcome you back.
So welcome back! I'll take my punishment without (much) complaint.
Oops. Sorry. Look - if you ever see me about to speak again, snog me quickly. That'll shut me up.
Since I have had a very sheltered life and have no clue how much either a football ticket or a lapdance cost, I'm going to have to ask for a little help.
How much is that in munches?
Is there room for one more?