the off-topic thread

I'm in the same boat ny, as soon as they make revision as interesting as squirrels and/or pulp fiction, I'll be more than happy to start, but as is, I cannae be bothered.

 

My book, the trees waving, this place, all so much more interesting!

There sholuld be GCSEs and A levels in hipforums.

 

Seriously guys im going to be off now Does everyone have me on msn/facebook? Ill have to delete the site from our history and things to stop it being so easy to click onto here hehe

So, uh...remember me when i am gone away! Hold candles in my memory!...bah i cant do the dramatics, ill leave it to the expert Ciao everyone, and thanx for everything, and talk on msn!

 

That'd be bloody immense, imagine writing an off-topic essay. Or an essay on how fish people are running the UN with a despicable agenda for occult mind control.

 

P.s-Crikey, its about 5 years ive been coming to these forums...i started under a diff name when i was about 15

 

Hahahahaha. So you open the exam paper. First question is:

1. a) Comment on and use example of posts in the off-topic thread

b)Create your own off-topic post. (english)

2. a)Examine the theory that Random Thoughts is an ethical resource
b)what are the disadvanages of Random Thoughts as an ethical resource. (ethics)

 

I had this strange dream. Okey, this guy thought I was a girl. Then I said, no I am a boy. Then I grabbed him and smashed him to the ground. I then brought him in to a white room and there were kids there too. We all prayed on him and he finally became a decent person. For the life of me, I don't get this dream at all. Any ideas....anyone...no....Pato,....anyone, yes...no????

 

Who the heck is versus miracle and why is he male?

 

Im off J0hn. But issues with sexual identity. At a guess

 

I was being serious! Don't leave me alone with these maniacs:hysterica

 

I have absolutely no idea haha

 

Hehe, i thought i was the biggest loon here Witht he obvious exception. I feel mean. Im just honest though

 

No-one going to tell me not to hit my arse on the way out?

J0hn, you should let me ask you questions before i go, and you should answer. Because then i wouldnt be walking around wondering what you were all about

 

following on from yesterday. Okey, I managed to get a 32 inch widescreen tv down a flight of stairs and down the road to Cash converters in a supermarket trolley. I only got 12 pounds. I saw my old man and he has no licence to sell icecream but has been doing it in the same place for twenty six years. I thought, Oh no, I am going to be without a tv. But I dumped another tv out a while ago. It still works, even though it spent many days out in the monsoons we had.
I got those blunt wraps. Tip: Use part of the blunt wrap as a roach, then you get more of the flavour

To be or not to be, that is the question.

 

Is that a no then?

 

To be or not to be, that is the question. A feather or a bird, a snowflake or a miracle, a pyramid or Toblerone? Queen or The Sex Pistols, Culture Club or Thompson Twins, Simpsons or Futurama? Cola or Pepsi?

 

I might play another round of golf with the duck. FORE!

 

Bloody senile bloody dogs.. idiot took a shit in my bedroom! it's not a fucking toilet..
uke:

 

I thought it went more like this...

To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.

 

And now to alerting meine Mutti, she'll be fine about it I know, just got to keep it faiirly casual.