Twitter Updates for 02-01-2011

• Calender updated with this years bank holidays, from: http://www.direct.gov.uk/en/Governmentcitizensandrights/LivingintheUK/DG_073741 00:25:32, 2011-01-02
• What the ever-loving fuck? 01:42:52, 2011-01-02
• Starting to think the people I know are all in some psych-warfare campaign to dissuade me from using MSN. 01:49:51, 2011-01-02
• I've favourited a YouTube video — Home Taping is Killing Music, by Dan Bull http://youtu.be/R3jkUhG68wY?a 13:46:43, 2011-01-02
• This video just told me that if I'm in the USA I can now pay $3.99 to watch th…(YouTube http://youtu.be/klyv0zv7a-U?a) 14:16:23, 2011-01-02
• The sound of sobbing wears you down. 18:33:29, 2011-01-02
• White shirts, T-shirts etc, all in bowls of bleach for next 45minutes. Then they'll be washed again and IRONED. #mature&stuff 18:34:15, 2011-01-02
• "..and he's letting his gun do the talking! And his gun only knows one very loud word!" #zeropunctuation 21:09:46, 2011-01-02
• Shirts ironed. Most of the creases out. Have eaten too much chocolate. Feel sick. :P 22:19:18, 2011-01-02
• I liked a YouTube video — Jupiter Space Sounds http://youtu.be/ZU7_oymmiNI?a 23:24:23, 2011-01-02
• Jupiter is the Brian Eno of the solar system.(YouTube http://youtu.be/ZU7_oymmiNI?a) 23:40:07, 2011-01-02
• I have rosé and a belly full of paté. 23:56:17, 2011-01-02

Mirrored from The blog-hub for Peter "Sci" Turpin.

Not leaving this soley as a FaceBook ramble

Lordy fuck, I have managed by myself to drink a whole bottle of leftover 12% rosé without meaning to, alongside a quarter tin of Quality Streets, and am neither sugar-buzzing off my tits nor blisteringly drunk.
Surely my kidneys deserve some sort of medal; they’ve over the past few months achieved the sort of level-grinding that’s usually associated with a power-ballad training-montage.
I would say I’m officially looking for a friendly, trustworthy and tactile lady-person who is equally willing to be a snuggle-buddy as they are to indulge carnal pleasures the likes of which are know to tear the heavens asunder. But I won’t, because most previous relationships have included leaping in at the less-than-metaphorical deep-end, so I’m actually on the look out for someone personally compatible.
Though the monkey-sex thing is probably on the compatibility list somewhere.
And while we are on the topic of mind-boggling vag, to the artists out there; the female sex organ is not a slit that can simply be positioned anywhere on the bodies mid-line from breastbone down up under & around to taint without incurring some degree of factual inaccuracy. If you’re going to vainly attempt to draw the mystical and long-sought joining of male and female bits, at least have the decency to look at some actual porn first and get their googlies in the same fucking postal code as each-others!

Mirrored from The blog-hub for Peter "Sci" Turpin.