tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58512712011-08-16T00:24:31.538+01:00Белый СкорпионFormally known as I am Mr EdEdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.comBlogger741100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1131301663687531412005-11-06T18:16:00.000Z2005-11-06T18:27:45.126ZYou totally killed us, you evil metal dickweeds! Bill, Bill and Ted's Bogus JourneyAnd here we are, the end of one of my shortest blogging absences in ages. And what have you been doing Ed you ask? Or perhaps not, as is more likely. Well I'm going to tell you anyway. I've been doing the same thing I've been doing for ages. Drinking, meeting up with mates, drinking, sleeping, drinking, you know, Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1130668659934920362005-10-30T09:36:00.000Z2005-10-30T10:41:24.256ZThis dead man won't die!The Demon, KISS Meets the Phantom of the ParkHello all, been a while since I last updated, I have just awoken after the Halloween party at the Exeter Inn, and that was a funny as fuck evening. I met loads of cool new people, some of which claimed to know me already, despite never meeting before. I don't think. Hmmm......I managed to claim a little plastic squeaky rat, (Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1128982565946717542005-10-10T21:44:00.000+01:002005-10-10T23:40:45.016+01:00Night Watch! Everyone step out of the the Twilight!Anton Gorodetsky, Night WatchOh those crazy Russians, what will they think of next?I don't really remember anything that has happened to me, though a lot has, like me failing my driving test and drinking and starting to board and drinking and bad stuff and drinking and good stuff and drinking. But the important thing is, I didn't catch fire for Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1127420712405244492005-09-22T20:06:00.000+01:002005-09-22T21:25:12.446+01:00Your kids have all really touched me, and I'm pretty sure that I've touched them.Dewey Finn, School of RockI have a feeling I haven't posted for a while. Like since the holidays. But to be honest, no-one reads this crap anyway. So we have returned, and nothing much has happened to me, apart from the "can I, can't I" way in which my dropping of Maths has been handled. I DON'T WANT TO DO IT, WHY Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1125347623857239132005-08-29T20:53:00.000+01:002005-08-29T21:33:46.416+01:00The official toxicity limit for humans is between one and one and half grams of cocaine depending on body weight. I was averaging five grams a day, maybe more. I snorted ten grams in ten minutes once. I guess I had a high tolerance. George, BlowJust a quick update, just to check that Reading didn't kill anyone, hit me back if you're still living. I hear Smeddle was in a poor state, and most Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1125099233904712592005-08-26T23:50:00.000+01:002005-08-27T00:33:53.913+01:00Would you mind not shooting at the thermonuclear weapons? Vic Deakins, Broken ArrowHave you ever felt like you were born to fail? That sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach as your mouth goes dry. That sensation of loss, of life gone awry. At the risk of sounding sorry for myself, which I in no way am, I have that feeling more than I need. The most recent time was my results, appalling as Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1124567314170664252005-08-20T20:39:00.000+01:002005-08-20T20:48:34.176+01:00Do you see any Teletubbies in here? Do you see a slender plastic tag clipped to my shirt with my name printed on it? Do you see a little Asian child with a blank expression on his face sitting outside on a mechanical helicopter that shakes when you put quarters in it? No? Well, that's what you see at a toy store. And you must think you're in a toy store, because you're here shopping for an infantEdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1124217743105680282005-08-16T19:24:00.000+01:002005-08-16T19:42:23.113+01:00Must float like leaf on river of life... and kill old lady. The General, The LadykillersI would print part 5 at this point, but have been given a great idea by Lauren......http://www.eviloverlord.com/lists/overlord.htmlThere we go, now you can read to your hearts delight, without be bothering to put it down. The only reason I didn't post it in one lump is that Blogger can't handle a blog of that Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1124104746286167522005-08-15T12:11:00.000+01:002005-08-15T12:19:06.290+01:00I don't have to take this abuse from you, I've got hundreds of people dying to abuse me. Peter Venkman, GhostbustersPart 4 (if anyone is actually reading this, it may be more than 5 posts, lol).......56. My Legions of Terror will be trained in basic marksmanship. Any who cannot learn to hit a man-sized target at 10 meters will be used for target practice. 57. Before employing any captured Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1123935196844682672005-08-13T12:53:00.000+01:002005-08-15T12:10:16.990+01:00Early seemed harmless. Primitive, but harmless. Of course, the fact of the matter was that he'd killed his landlord less than an hour before we met him. He was even wearing the guy's ring. Who knows what he did with the finger. Brian Kessler, KaliforniaPart 3, enjoy.....41. Once my power is secure, I will destroy all those pesky time-travel devices. 42. When I capture the hero, I will make sure IEdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1123850771759130232005-08-12T13:25:00.000+01:002005-08-12T13:46:11.770+01:00Whose dick do I gotta suck to get some explosions around here?Bam Margera, Jackass: The MovieAs I promised, part 2 of the very funny list I started to run yesterday. Enjoy.....21. I will hire a talented fashion designer to create original uniforms for my Legions of Terror, as opposed to some cheap knock-offs that make them look like Nazi stormtroopers, Roman footsoldiers, or savage Mongol hordes.Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1123796197736714392005-08-11T21:56:00.000+01:002005-08-11T22:41:03.490+01:00Don't take me to no hospital, please. Fuckin' emergency rooms don't save nobody. Som-bitches, always pop you at midnight, when all they got is a Chinese intern with a dull spoon.Carlito, Carlito's WayI was trawling the net, and came across this, ended up pissing myself for ages. I've decided to release it in 5 chunks. First part is here. Enjoy......This Evil Overlord List is Copyright 1996-1997 Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1123606059227708672005-08-09T16:31:00.000+01:002005-08-10T14:23:01.730+01:00Laugh and the world laughs with you. Weep and you weep aloneDae-su Oh, Oldboy*EDIT*And thus the current party stint comes to an end. I need more parties, they are a brilliant stopgap in the otherwise rather humdrum holiday. I have a feeling I may actually be forced to throw one myself, despite my house being the smallest house of anyones. It's bloody annoying, and I may have to either steal Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1123106886148746412005-08-03T21:52:00.001+01:002005-08-03T23:12:10.206+01:00Look, Doc, I spent last Tuesday watching fibers on my carpet. And the whole time I was watching my carpet, I was worrying that I, I might vomit. And the whole time, I was thinking, "I'm a grown man. I should know what goes on my head." And the more I thought about it... the more I realized that I should just blow my brains out and end it all. But then I thought, well, if I thought more about Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1122755469076211042005-07-30T20:30:00.000+01:002005-07-30T21:31:09.146+01:00You know what capitalism is? Getting fucked!Tony Montana, ScarfaceI know what you're thinking. Well I say that, but I don't. But perhaps you are thinking about the fact that I had a Scarface quote not that long ago. Well, this time it's topical. Because todays topic is heroes.Now I have many heroes, mostly from film and literature, with a few real people thrown in. And Tony Montana happens to be Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1122231667163087552005-07-24T19:23:00.000+01:002005-07-24T20:01:07.170+01:00Do you know where you are, Bartolome? You are about to enter hell.Don Nicholas Medina, The Pit and the PendulumI have been requested to post this blog, because some people actually read this crap. So here we are.Not much has happened, to be brutally honest. There was hundred reasons on Tuesday, which was pretty awesome. Despite being kicked out of the first drinking hole, I got enough booze down Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1121369997297010292005-07-14T19:36:00.000+01:002005-07-14T20:41:21.480+01:00Go back to your fancy cars, and your big bank accounts, and your celebrity friends, and your beautiful women, and Victoria Silvestedt, Playmate of the Year... FUCK!Cooper, BASEketballMy god it's hot! I hate the heat. I think I would be a cold guy, even if I were thin. But being fat as well....it's a nightmare. Like the shores of Hell themselves, but with less flames. A few less anyway. To be Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1121035238297857042005-07-10T23:16:00.000+01:002005-07-10T23:46:53.926+01:00I'm so damned fast I can wake up at the crack of dawn, rob two banks, a train and a stage coach, shoot the tail feathers off a duck's ass at 300 feet, and still be back in bed before you wake up next to me. Kid, The Quick and the DeadWhy do people always make the god-damn assumption that everything will be ok? I'm sure I've said it to calm people down in the past, in fact I'm certain of it, but Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1120842615693519862005-07-08T17:17:00.000+01:002005-07-08T20:01:25.893+01:00You had orders to stay here on the ridge and hold it. You knew that! What about Kalinsky? What about the man you left in the field? And you say you gave the order, huh? Reese, you're a private, you don't give orders, you *take* them!Captain Loomis, Hell is for HeroesYesterday, England was hit by the latest big terrorist attack, the last one being March 11 2004, with the bombing of stations in Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1119995806147793672005-06-28T22:35:00.000+01:002005-06-28T22:57:49.163+01:00*Please* let me follow the nanny. She doesn't shave her legs. Women like that are so... HOT. Fiedler, Enemy of the StateWoot. And here I am, blogging to aleviate boredom, and not for the first time, I have to admit. Today was Sports day, a day which has become increasingly half-arsed over the years. But I had a good feeling about today. I was doing the shot and the tug-'o-war, which is how I likeEdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1118693945632013232005-06-13T20:25:00.000+01:002005-06-13T21:41:57.123+01:00That which is eternal cannot die. But if it's any consolation to you, sweet Alex, THAT HURT LIKE HELL! The Djinn, WishmasterAs you may already have realised, my endless messing around with the template of this fucking site has meant the return of my comments, albeit in a massacred form. Gone are the rude words and personalized comments box, replaced with the conformist comments section. It Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1118606719436317312005-06-12T21:00:00.000+01:002005-06-12T21:06:07.960+01:00Must be nice to fuck a lawyer, instead of being fucked by one. Security Guard, Rising SunAlex has updated. Check his site at: www.iammralex2.blogspot.comEdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1117488082073579912005-05-30T21:29:00.000+01:002005-05-30T22:21:22.096+01:00You know, I'd almost forgotten what your eyes looked like. Still the same. Pissholes in the snow.Jack Carter, Get Carter (Caine's version, not that Stallone bollocks)And here we are. 3 fucking days off, and I most of the way through our half-term "holiday". The biggest fucking ripoff since.... I can't even think of an analogical situation to convey my annoyance. That's how fucking pissed I am. Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1116966512101017402005-05-24T20:57:00.000+01:002005-05-24T21:28:32.110+01:00I HATE YOU!Anakin Skywalker, Star Wars Episode III - Revenge of the SithYes, you are not imagining it. The name of the film is actually longer than the quote. Oh dear.In other news, the exams are well and truly upon me. I have had 3 and.......(drum roll).... ROYALLY FUCKED 2 OF THEM!No shit, my first English was fucked, well at least the poetry bit was anyway. And the C1 Maths... well, the less Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1116362460160851782005-05-17T20:57:00.000+01:002005-05-17T21:41:00.193+01:00God is black, drives a big caddilac.Rapper, Night of the Day of the Dawn of the Son of the Bride of the Return of the TerrorToday children, I'm going to do something completely different. I'm going to review an album.Mesmerize - System of a DownSoldier Side (Intro) - This is a very calm opening to what is an quite fast album. It lulls you into a false sense of security, yet is powerful enough to Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1116275484122857752005-05-16T20:56:00.000+01:002005-05-16T21:31:24.150+01:00Vogon poetry is the third worst in the Universe. The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria. During a recitation by their Poet Master Grunthos the Flatulent of his poem "Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummer Morning" four of his audience members died of internal hemorrhaging, and the President of the Mid-Galactic Arts Council survived by chewing through one ofEdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1116189002165052052005-05-15T21:03:00.000+01:002005-05-15T21:30:02.170+01:00It's time to prove to your friends that you're worth a damn. Sometimes that means dying, sometimes it means killing a whole lot of people. Dwight, Sin CityAnd thus we enter the time I like to think of as the End-Game. The exams are on us, either AS or A2, and tensions are running high. This is the time we are told to pull our fingers out our arses and actually knuckle down to some work. So I haveEdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1116084030237786322005-05-14T14:48:00.000+01:002005-05-14T16:20:30.243+01:00I never fucked anybody over in my life didn't have it coming to them. You got that? All I have in this world is my balls and my word and I don't break them for no one. Do you understand? That piece of shit up there, I never liked him, I never trusted him. For all I know he had me set up and had my friend Angel Fernandez killed. But that's history. I'm here, he's not. Do you wanna go on with me, Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1115757030552271862005-05-10T21:18:00.000+01:002005-05-10T21:30:30.723+01:00God has big ears!Lauren (Not in a film, she's just crazy)Just a short post.Ever wondered about karma?Everyones life is based on a straight line, and it always adds up to one in the end.This means that the bad and the good always level out in the end.For every bad part of your life (a minus value), there will a good part of equal worth to counterbalance it (a positive value).This is why the world Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1115418239484783432005-05-06T22:46:00.000+01:002005-05-06T23:23:59.506+01:00Don't be afraid. I'll move back over here. I'll open the doors. I'm going to die. Two weeks, maybe three. My body is breaking down. I bleed. I don't heal anymore. I need blood. I need the love that's in your blood. What you're feeling about me right now. In your throat, in your chest, in your blood. Like something you can touch. Remember the crystals? Rage, resentment, malice, disappointment, Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1114896713309947332005-04-30T21:53:00.000+01:002005-04-30T22:31:53.313+01:00In Sicily, women are more dangerous than shotguns.Calo, The GodfatherEver wondered about cheese, and how it is spelt slightly like chess. Well I have, and now, due to the sudden chess influx in the 6th form (better than throwing rugby balls, tbf), I am going to explain the link.It is common knowledge that cheese was invented by a dutchman known to his friends as Lord Harold Humpity Cheesington IVEdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1114457576164677992005-04-25T20:04:00.000+01:002005-04-25T20:32:56.166+01:00I'm Rex, founder of the Rex Kwan Do self-defense system! After one week with me in my dojo, you'll be prepared to defend yourself with the strength of a grizzly, the reflexes of a puma, and the wisdom of a man.Rex, Napoleon DynamiteImagine my genuine suprise when I am greeted today with a number of complaints of my lack of update. I, warmed by this, decided to update. I have my book of useless Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1114113888495570642005-04-21T20:38:00.000+01:002005-04-21T21:57:43.203+01:00El, you really must try this because it's puerco pibil. It's a slow-roasted pork, nothing fancy. It just happens to be my favorite, and I order it with a tequila and lime in every dive I go to in this country. And honestly, that is the best it's ever been anywhere. In fact, it's too good. It's so good that when I'm finished, I'll pay my check, walk straight into the kitchen and shoot the cook. Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1114027826197251912005-04-20T20:49:00.000+01:002005-04-20T21:26:25.470+01:00When I was going up the stairs, I met a man who wasn't there. He wasn't there again today, I wish, I wish he'd go awayEd, IdentityHere I am, performing a speed blog due to popular demand. Today was actually quite funny, and I for one was quite rightly amused by several things. Alex's attitude towards things for instance, and Sam's amusing inabilty to curb his swearing (Ironic? I think perhaps), Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1113748995376522322005-04-17T15:00:00.000+01:002005-04-17T15:43:15.380+01:00It's the same old story. Boy finds girl, boy loses girl, girl finds boy, boy forgets girl, boy remembers girl, girls dies in a tragic blimp accident over the Orange Bowl on New Year's Day.Frank, The Naked GunToday, an insight into my thoughts...."Have we got a fight for you tonight, Ladies and Gentlemen! This is the first time these contenders have graced the ring, and I for one believe it will Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1113597738755380122005-04-15T20:23:00.000+01:002005-04-15T21:42:18.756+01:00I want to retire in South America. I hear that's where the drugs come fromOliver, Killing ZoeThere is nothing in the world like a rancid apple. There are many fruits, and they all have a different lifespan. But when an apple grows old, it begins to decay, and "go off". But what many people don't know is that when juiced, that rancid apple contains a strand of DNA that, when injected into a commonEdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1113506899562672212005-04-14T19:49:00.000+01:002005-04-14T21:18:42.506+01:00I'm'a take ya tongue out, and lick my ass with itDoc, Def Jam: Fight For New YorkTechnically, that isn't really from a film, it's an X-box game, but it so perfectly encapsulates the perfect taunt, right up there with "Your Momma!". Which is also cool.I would like to share with the house the absolutely hilarious, somewhat bigoted quotes of dear Sam during BS."Yeah, but christians are all Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1113336427708224492005-04-12T19:55:00.000+01:002005-04-12T21:18:16.250+01:00[on the phone] I have no idea where he would have gotten ahold of German pornography. But you and I are mature adults; we've both seen our share of pornographic materials. Oh, you never have? Of course you haven't, how stupid of me. Neither have I. I was just speaking in generalities. Right. I'll stop by the school a little later, Sister Margaret. Bye.Ed Harken, Anchorman: The Legend Of Ron Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1113153629520109802005-04-10T17:34:00.000+01:002005-04-10T18:20:29.523+01:00Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack gouged eyes out with candlesticksJack Frost 2: Revenge of the Mutant Killer SnowmanYes, that is a real film. Jack Frost is a man (can't remember his real name) who, whilst on the run from the police due to a horrific mass murder, hits a truck full of nuclear waste and falls in the snow covered in it. And as everyone knows, nuclear waste doesn't really cause Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1112480895535842872005-04-02T22:28:00.000+01:002005-04-02T23:28:15.546+01:00Every gun makes its own tuneBlondie, The Good, The Bad And The UglyNow that is a classic film. And the way I see it, Sergio Leone's classic spaghetti westerns (so called because they were filmed in Italy) are 3 of the must see films. And as I have nothing better to do now, I have decided to compile a list of the must see films. If you have seen a few of them, you are on your way. If you have seenEdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1112363239198046272005-03-31T01:20:00.000+01:002005-04-01T14:47:19.200+01:00Nobody makes me bleed my own blood. NOBODY.White Goodman, DodgeballAnd here we are, having finally got rid of the poll and news sections of my website, both of which were a little, ahem, behind the times. But no worries, as now they are dead and buried. I have had a relatively uneventful holiday, which unfortunately includes the mountains of work we have been lumbered with. This means the last Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1111698532338867392005-03-24T20:40:00.000Z2005-03-24T21:23:29.470ZI have to believe in a world outside my own mind. I have to believe that my actions still have meaning, even if I can't remember them. I have to believe that when my eyes are closed, the world's still there. Do I believe the world's still there? Is it still out there?... Yeah. We all need mirrors to remind ourselves who we are. I'm no different.Leonard Shelby, MementoHello, this is Clive Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1111180097312084992005-03-18T20:20:00.000Z2005-03-18T21:08:17.316ZThe path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1111093791647897702005-03-17T20:46:00.000Z2005-03-18T20:17:16.680Z Last year I went to Iraq. Before Team America showed up it was a happy place. They had flowering meadows and rainbow skies and rivers made of chocolate, where the children danced and laughed and played with gumdrop smiles.Sean Penn, Team AmericaYou know what today is? That's right, it's St. Patrick's day, the patron saint of Ireland and extreme drinking.Clovers, booze and ........http://Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1111006738514844092005-03-16T20:08:00.000Z2005-03-16T20:58:58.520ZI know what you're thinking. Did he fire six shots or only five? Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do ya punk?Harry Callahan, Dirty HarryAnd here we are again, on the Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1110921425718036632005-03-15T23:51:00.000Z2005-03-15T21:17:05.723ZAlways remember that one day all this drug monkey business will be legal. They won't leave it to people like me... not when they finally figure out how much money is to be made - not millions, fucking Billions. Recreational drugs PLC - giving the people what they want... Good times today, Stupor tomorrow. But this is now, so until prohibition ends make hay whilst the sun shines.XXXX, Layer Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1110836295021854822005-03-14T20:31:00.000Z2005-03-14T21:38:15.043ZIt's been emotionalBig Chris, Lock Stock and two smoking barrelsAnd thus I return again, this time on perhaps a more regular basis than annually. In fact, it has been a year on Thursday, and to be honest, that is a fucking long time. Many things can and do happen in a year, and I find myself a year older, a year more experienced, a year more fucked over. Having claimed a modest haul of GCSEs, I Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1079560353394725322004-03-17T21:52:00.000Z2004-03-17T21:55:51.263ZVodka is a luxury we have. Caviar is a luxury we have. Time is not.
Nikita Khrushchev, Enemy at the Gates
My blog is back, to reclaim the throne of sarcasm in the 5th form blogging world. All will tremble in my wake. Mwa ha ha.
THE END IS NIGH
REPENTANT OR NOT, YOU'RE STILL FUCKED!Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1075153754191690172004-01-26T21:49:00.000Z2004-01-26T21:51:22.030ZDo not confuse luck with skill
Mr. Wei, The Replacement Killers
It won't stop raining, its flooding, Revelation was all true
You drew first blood, Jesus is coming to take you
Coming to break you, make you just like new
Satan laughing, spreads his wings and gets a new tattoo
A new platinum chain, a new pinky ring, the rolex, the benz,
The huggy bear pimp thing
It seems the trend is to put songEdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1070147985172102792003-11-29T23:19:00.000Z2003-11-29T23:20:31.880ZInitiative comes to thems that wait
Alex, Clockwork Orange
I was sitting in the library at registration thinking to myself "I haven't posted in a while, I'll do it now." Imagine my suprise when I discovered, to my fury, that that cock-sucker Cut-And-Paste had blocked Blogger. I have to waste precious home-time on it now. This isn't the first time he's crossed me. When trying to access the Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1068582110949298852003-11-11T20:21:00.000Z2003-11-11T20:21:55.720ZIt's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything.
Tyler Durden, Fight Club
I still haven't found the time to finish off my Geography and Biology coursework, and they are now chasing me for it. You may ask how I have time to post on this blog, but you may, or most likely not, have realised that I haven't posted for fucking ages, and this is the first time I have even touchedEdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1067549096083208702003-10-30T19:12:00.000Z2003-11-03T21:20:44.913ZA drug person can learn to handle such things as seeing their dead grandmother crawling up their leg with a knife in her teeth. But no one should be asked to deal with this trip.
Raoul Duke, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Well, here I am, trying to type with a burn on my hand. The little hobo Josh and I were playing pass the banger. He won, as he held onto it until the fuse burned actually Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1067377780653655942003-10-28T21:49:00.000Z2003-10-28T21:52:15.400ZWe just cut up our girlfriend with a chainsaw. Does that sound "fine"?
Mirrored Ash, Evil Dead II
I'm back. And, upon checking this site, I ain't had many comments, which is fair enough. But one of them was John Farrell's, which consisted of a good idea, so what the hell.
Let's look at Denise's site:
The aforementoned 'X will get a try i recon 'cus...hes got the power at the mo' tbf, one Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1066937551909098432003-10-23T20:32:00.000+01:002003-10-23T20:32:31.606+01:00I don't know if my wife left me because of my drinking or I started drinking 'cause my wife left me.
Ben, Leaving Las Vegas
So, now the holiday begins. Tomorrow I'm going up to London to rendevous with old friends. I'm spending my birthday there on the Sunday, then coming back on the Monday to get down and do some of the crap, shitty, gay, pointless, annoying, wanking, fucked-up, ass-raping, Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1066851732620034342003-10-22T20:42:00.000+01:002003-10-22T20:42:12.193+01:00It's in your nature to destroy yourselves
The Terminator, T2
Dennis has been annoying me with his bloody Urban dictionary, so I decided to give Dennis a taste of his own medecine. Last day tomorrow. WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHH!!!!!!!
Ciao
EdEdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1066769846538602552003-10-21T21:57:00.000+01:002003-10-21T21:59:13.870+01:00We're gonna take a break, and then hit the phones........really hard...........with our heads......ah yeah!
Lazlow, Vice City
I fucking hate coursework. What a pointless annoying idea, extra important work, which is mostly done at home. Home time is my time, not work time. So, what happened today. I hurt my ankle again, meaning my dream of killing Edgehill pupils has been quashed. James ChappellEdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1066680093581854312003-10-20T21:01:00.000+01:002003-10-20T21:01:33.740+01:00I mean, Led Zeppelin didn't write tunes that every one liked. They left that to the Bee Gees
Wayne, Wayne's world
So, my ankle has now had time to fix itself, and I can now waddle almost as fast as I used to be able to. And we apparnetly are playing Edgehill on Wednesday, so I'll hopefully be in line for the team. The way we played on Saturday means that the whole team believes we can win again,Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1066596466828957142003-10-19T21:47:00.000+01:002003-10-19T21:47:46.360+01:00Freedom, baby... is never having to say you're sorry.
John Milton, The Devils's Advocate
Rugby on Saturday. As I was dropped off the England v. South Africa match was 6-6, but as I was picked up I heard it was 25-6. It was relatively comfortable score, but not as comfortable as our score against Plymouth. We whupped their sorry arses, myself being spurred on by the premise of free hotdogs than Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1066423018695594362003-10-17T21:19:00.000+01:002003-10-17T21:39:56.976+01:00How the fuck am I funny? What the fuck is so funny about me?
Tommy, Goodfellas
So. Went to see the Thrills on Wednesday night, and, despite Denises's bitching, the music they played was a lot more hardcore live (albeit, as Roffey so eloquently put it, they weren't exactly System of a Down). But the concert was a hell of a laugh. Once we got there the support took a fucking hour to show up on Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1066072626287179462003-10-13T20:17:00.000+01:002003-10-13T20:19:48.430+01:00Also, I think knives are a good idea. Big, fuck-off shiny ones. Ones that look like they could skin a crocodile. Knives are good, because they don't make any noise, and the less noise they make, the more likely we are to use them. Shit 'em right up. Makes it look like we're serious. Guns for show, knives for a pro.
Soap, Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels
Quite a few people have asked me where Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-106581252886102152003-10-10T20:02:00.000+01:002003-10-10T20:02:08.976+01:00Do you know what "nemesis" means? A righteous infliction of retribution manifested by an appropriate agent. Personified in this instance by an 'orrible cunt... me!
Brick Top, Snatch
Nowt really happened today. Boring as the burning shores of hell. Sorry to keep it short but I'm a little preoccupied by a recent and quite disturbing event.
P.S. If the perpetrator is reading this, and he knows whoEdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1065727827622780882003-10-09T20:30:00.000+01:002003-10-09T20:44:09.913+01:00Hehehe, Wheeeeeeeeeeeee, whatapredicament!
Castor Troy, Face off
The Taming of the Shrew. Apparently one of Shakespeare's best "comedies". BUT WHAT THE FUCK IS SO FUNNY ABOUT SOME GUY MARRYING A WOMAN AGAINST HER WILL THEN DEPRIVING HER OF FOOD AND SLEEP UNTIL SHE DOES ANYTHING HE SAYS. Is it just me, or is there something sick about that. My main man Ross Kemp played the wife-beater, but there Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1065643020003905582003-10-08T20:57:00.000+01:002003-10-08T21:16:21.540+01:00Ask any racer, any real racer. It doesn't matter if you win by an inch or a mile; winning's winning.
Dominic, The Fast and the Furious
Olly Bird. What a shit-eating wankstain. What a fuck faced excuse for a cunt monkey.
I hate him. Check out his site (The picture of a bird hitting a window on the right.)
See anything you recognise. HE HAS STOLEN ALL THE HTML PIECES FROM MY SITE. The poll, the Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1065557903447142712003-10-07T18:18:00.000+01:002003-10-07T21:48:08.946+01:00Mister rabbit says, "A moment of realization is worth a thousand prayers."
Mickey, Natural Born Killer
So.......Politics. That Blair, what a wanker. And Ian Duncan Smith, also a wanker. Come to mention it, they are all pretty fucking gay. So.......Dennis's site. It's getting shitter by the day. He now only posts to tell people to wait for the next post. I'm gonna see if I can blow up his Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1065474459818274432003-10-06T22:07:00.000+01:002003-10-07T21:03:58.373+01:00Fine! Kill me! I'll be back! I always come back! But dying is such a bitch!
Chucky, Bride of Chucky
So, what has happened then. To convert it into a two word sentence.... FUCK ALL.
School has got boring as hell at the moment, as it just seems to consist of me finding out last nights prep in the lesson, causing me to work real fast to keep up. I'm doing 12 fucking GCSE's plus an early AS module Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1065126648137078542003-10-02T21:08:00.000+01:002003-10-02T21:30:47.886+01:00Something good happens, "It's His will." Something bad happens, "He moves in mysterious ways."
Satan, End of Days
So, today was.....boring. Nothing happened which was out of the ordinary in comparison to any other day. "Then why are you typing about it then you idiot" you ask me. Well, it's very simple. I'm fucking bored. The brain-dead monkeys who work in BT apparently have decided to knacker Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1065036482770092232003-10-01T20:18:00.000+01:002003-10-01T20:28:02.530+01:00A day without blood is like a day without sunshine.
Private Joker, Full Metal Jacket
So, we played rugby. Against Holsworthy. We won.
But not only did we win against the moronic shit eaters, but we managed to keep our cool.
That is, until I was PUNCHED IN THE BACK OF THE FUCKING HEAD WHILE GETTING SAM OUT OF A FIGHT.
Yeah, I acted like I didn't care, but inside I was screaming in defiance. So I Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1064865879035366772003-09-29T20:53:00.000+01:002003-09-29T21:04:39.150+01:00Wanting people to listen, you can't just tap them on the shoulder anymore. You have to hit them with a sledgehammer, and then you'll notice you've got their strict attention.
John Doe, Se7en
That quote just about sums up the world we live in nowadays. People were talking about a terrorist attack on the US of A for years, but it wasn't actually until 9/11 occured that people sat up and watched. Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1064755925877682882003-09-28T14:08:00.000+01:002003-09-28T14:35:27.130+01:00I hurt myself today,
To see if I still feel.
I focused on the pain,
The only thing that's real.
The needle tears a hole,
The old familiar sting.
Try to kill it all away,
But I remember everything.
What have I become,
My sweetest friend.
Everyone I know,
Goes away,
In the end.
And you could have it all,
My empire of dirt,
I will let you down,
I will make you hurt.
Hurt, Johnny Cash
Those is Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1064668907441940122003-09-27T14:11:00.000+01:002003-09-27T14:35:13.156+01:00If you're talking like a bitch, I'm gonna slap you like a bitch!
Mr Blonde, Reservoir dogs
I've just finished one of my GCSE english pieces, thought I'd put in online
Feel free to comment, but if the comments are negative, I'll break your legs and eat your children.
Modern Life
The youngster kept looking back, over his shoulder. Charlie grinned, baring a set of crooked, yellowing teeth. He’d Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1064608543480254472003-09-26T21:31:00.000+01:002003-09-26T21:35:43.290+01:00We will claim the world above.
The Mole People, In My Head
Hello world,
I've decided to defeat Sam one and for all.
YOOOOOOOO peoples
how is every one. Now im writing to apologies for the horrible spelling mistakes that i make a arse of my self. Also please every body, don't make horrible comments on ur own bloggs about mine.
Cheers and sorry that all my posts are so sort but im not very good atEdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1064519429858171992003-09-25T20:41:00.000+01:002003-09-25T20:50:30.113+01:00If his unpleasant wounding has in some way enlightened the rest of you as to the grim finish beneath the glossy veneer of criminal life, then his injuries carry with it an inherent nobility, and a supreme glory. We should all be so fortunate. You say "Poor Toby? I say "Poor us".
The Sphinx, Gone In 60 Seconds
The line is no longer on the fucking radar. The worm has turned and is crawling from Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1064433694085710192003-09-24T20:51:00.000+01:002003-09-24T21:22:09.243+01:00And all the creatures in Christendom cried, the day the mullet died.
Ed 54:87
So it's official. The mullet is dead. The demoness who is under the guise of a certain "Mrs Farrell" has ordered the greasy locks to be separated from the main mass that is me. I for one am appalled at the treatment it recieved during its short and innocent life. It never really had a taste of proper mulletdom before itEdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851271.post-1064350502035415482003-09-23T21:43:00.000+01:002003-09-23T21:55:02.220+01:00"In his river of blood, in his castle of pain, on his throne of skulls, he sits, wating, eternally waiting, for the hero to come. And when he does............He'll blow his fuckin' head off"
Dante, rewritten by Ed
So here we bloody are. Even I have given in and created a site to rival the general uprising of 5th form blogs. Shouldn't be too hard seeing as my 2 real rivals are the indomitable Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03452575386510018821noreply@blogger.com0