'ning

(Fri 13th Nov 2009, 8:23, More)

(Tue 3rd Nov 2009, 20:01, More)

bless, he's really enjoying that

(Thu 13th Aug 2009, 20:50, More)

*seriousnessess*

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(Wed 12th Aug 2009, 18:28, More)

Tortoises fucking love sausages on sticks

Last nights animal www.b3ta.com/board/9613916
(Fri 31st Jul 2009, 10:29, More)

foxes fucking love spacehoppers

and if you like this you should see the tortoise www.b3ta.com/board/9614497
(Thu 30th Jul 2009, 22:53, More)

I appear to be obsessed



(Wed 29th Jul 2009, 17:59, More)

A Barryheadwound/Happytoast joint

(Fri 26th Jun 2009, 9:39, More)

Start the day with a big one

(Fri 19th Jun 2009, 9:30, More)

:D

(Fri 22nd May 2009, 17:24, More)

» Spoooky Coincidence

a massive chain of events and a bit of an emotional ending
Mrs Toast is an illustrator who does work for various publishing companies around the world, one of which is based in France.
Many years ago she had some trouble getting hold of a copy of one of the magazine issues featuring her work. The publisher sent two out but they never arrived.
Skip forward several weeks and my cousin (who travels to France regularly) said she'd pick a copy up if it was still in the shops.
She managed to grab a couple of copies from Le WHSmith and brought them back with her.
However there was another delay here and there and it took another week or so before she managed to drop the magazine off at my parents house.
I had left home several years before but was working 5 miles away so decided to nip over during my lunchbreak to collect the magazine.
No one was in, so I grabbed the magazines and was about to leave, when for some reason I decided to go upstairs where I was met by my old cat. He was about 17 years old now and had been my pet since he was a kitten.
On seeing me he leapt up from the bed, meow'd alot and started purring, rubbing around my legs and being generally cat like.
After about 10 minutes of this I had to get back off to work so said goodbye and set off.

2 hours later my mum phoned to say that she had got home to find Tom had died in his sleep on their bed. That he had been very quiet and shakey for the last few days and his arthritis was really getting the better of him, so it was probably a blessing.

If Mrs Toast hadn't done the illustrations for that company in France who failed to send stuff out and my cousin hadn't been going to France and able to find the magazine and then have various delays so that the magazine didn't get to me until the day it did.... I would not have seen my cat one last time.

When I explained to my mum how bright and alive he had been on seeing me she fell apart crying, and I almost do typing this.
It's my one bit of possible, personal evidence that fate exists, and it does scare me a bit.
(Fri 9th Feb 2007, 8:00, More)

» Other people's diaries

hahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahaha........


......thrush
(Thu 1st Feb 2007, 20:23, More)

» Ignoring Instructions

Don't throw fireworks
When I was about 8 we had the usual family fireworks do, launching rockets, watching catherine wheels and holding sparklers. But we also had some bangers (which I guess you just don't get anymnore so I shall explain for the children - small crayon sized sticks of explosives with the blue touch paper at one end). Now bangers were simple, you lit them and they went bang. So you had to do one of two things to make them more amusing:
1. Drop them in a tin can and watch it bounce around
2. Light the touch paper and throw them.

Now it clearly says not to do this, and my mum said exactly the same thing, but being 8 and liking the excitement I did it anyway.

All was going well until one quite simply exploded in my tiny hand.


But because my Mum had told me not to do this I couldn't make a sound and certainly not tell her what had happened. So I bit my lip, saw through the festivities and eventually went to bed with some mionr burns to the whole of my hand. I think it was a couple of days before she found out.
(Thu 4th May 2006, 21:02, More)

» Messing with the Dark Side

No Joke or owt really
When I was a teen me and some mates had a go at a ouija board as we were genuinely curious. We took it in turns on the board while whoever was away from it asked the questions.

Somehow and I really can't remember the lead up, the people on the board started getting messages from a kid that went to the same Primary school as me who had died in a car crash. Seeing as none of them had been to the same school as me I found this quite surprising. So I started asking vague questions and skirting around the issue to see if any of them were pulling my leg.
After about half an hour they had got the name of the his best friend, how it had happened and how old he was.

Either it was a genuine connection to the "spirit world" or the best example of shared thinking (or whatever its called) that I have ever witnessed, and would love to try again some day.



On a slightly lighter note, some mates around the same time tried a ouija board in the school hall one night (they had a cleaning job there so had keys). They made contact with our dead 1st year teacher who proceeded to chase them out of the place with echoey footsteps and the strong smell of her cigarettes.


As for ghost sitings, I have a friend who is a nurse who used to work on the pediatrics ward. She has seen several odd sights and people that aren't there the next minute, and heard plenty of heartwarming stories from those about to pass on. The best was an old lady calling my friend to ask the man at the bottom of the bed (who my friend couldn't see) to go away, apparently he had been looking for the woman that had died in the bed that morning.
oooooooweeeeeeeeeoooooooo!
(Thu 20th Apr 2006, 15:14, More)

» Best Films Ever

Baraka
Sums up the wonders of the world and the horrors of mankind's "success" perfectly
(Thu 17th Jul 2008, 17:40, More)