Nice things

[actwithoutwords]

No. 5 of Boston Carb's is fascinating.  I never dream of sex with an ex, I think this must be a guy thing.

Not exclusively anyway, I know an ex of mine used to dream about me in that way. And, fingers crossed, still does. (Now that I have actually written that down, that's excruciatingly personal. Ah fuck it.)
I suppose it depends on the circumstances of the break up and the current relationship though?

[El Unicornio, mang]

I was in a proper old traditional village pub last night, and there were two black labradors there, sometimes laying down and sometimes wondering around to see people. It was nice.

I like that. When I was back in Newcastle last month we went to an old style pub, it was full of old people (and young people) and there were three pub dogs wandering around all night, and a roaring fire. You don't get that here at all. Old people don't go to pubs and you certainly can't take dogs in with you.

[gazzyk1ns]

You've just made me realise that for some reason, I wrote "wondering" up there. I am ashamed.

[Captain Crunch]

That's a big Pet hate of mine, people who assume you love their dog as much as they do.  Some overfed flea factory comes lumbering over to you and slobbers within sniffing distance and the owners just go "aaaw, he loikes yaw, bless im".  Not all dog owners are like this of course but the ones that are deserve to catch that eyelash disease off the nasty little mutts.

[Mr Wrong]

Winter dawn

Kitten's nose's

Lazy Sundays

and take-aways.

Those little things that show she cares

and a nose full of her warm pubes.

[gazzyk1ns]

You shouldn't feed your kitten a substantial amount of any human food or perform oral sex on it.

[daisy11]

But girls I've been out with before and whose flaws have dimmed in my memory are fair game, but even then I don't ever have sex dreams.

Never have sex dreams?  Maybe you do but you don't remember them.  No that's nonsense as you would remember them!   Eating more chocolate before bed might help.
For Jim, you will meet someone else, everyone does eventually, hurrah.  I heard of someone who met her partner on a climbing wall training thing for mountaineer types,  which makes a change from making him climb the wall etc etc.  Oh, new thread in the making, where's the most unusual place you've met a gf/bf ...

[surreal]

You shouldn't feed your kitten a substantial amount of any human food or perform oral sex on it.

*applauds*

[rudi]

Tripping up the under fives then wiatching their mother shout at them as I stroll on past.

:)

I saw a little tot fall flat on his face this morning.  SPLAT!  His Mother pulled him up by his sodding NECK and told him off for running, which he wasn't.

I get so edgy watching them stagger along in that nearly-falling-over way they go about that I just like to get it over with.


And I'm mean.

[Blumf]

Kitten's nose's

Salted or dry roasted?

[Mr Wrong]

You shouldn't feed your kitten a substantial amount of any human food or perform oral sex on it.

Sorry Rolf. Now get me out'a this thread before I puke.

[Catalogue Trousers]

Looking forward to something completely trivial. Or rather having to look forward to it.

Sims 2 Seasons comes out tommorow, and I'm ten again. Something that I want to posess but can't just grab, even on credit. Yay.

Delayed gratification. Brilliant.

edited to add

Oh, fucking hell. Still the missus posting. We go drinking on Thursdays. I'm very sorry.

[Mr Wrong]

Oh, wait, I've just thought of another one: Elephants being gentle and not crushing things, even though they...

could.

[butnut]

Oh, fucking hell. Still the missus posting. We go drinking on Thursdays. I'm very sorry.

Right, I hope I'm not overstepping the mark by saying this, but take some tips from Sheepy and Missinformed (when they had internet access). They have a different forum style for each profile, so that they would quickly know if they were going to accidentally post as the other person. So, one of you takes 'classic', and the other takes 'letssplit', and it should eliminate any more accidental posting in the future.

Unless you get very very drunk and don't notice, of course.

[The Widow of Brid]

sound advice.

It's usually a non-issue, we've seperate computers now with our own log ins on each, and when we use Von Trousers's laptop to browse we set it to not remember the log in, so we have to physically sign in each time.
Not sure what was going on last night really.

[Captain Crunch]

Nice Thing number 16:  Getting a suspect package at your work address which turns out to be a gift!  Plus the twitchy demeanour of colleagues who think you've been ordering mushrooms of the internet.

[Eight Taiwanese Teenagers]

Nice Thing number 16:  Getting a suspect package at your work address which turns out to be a gift!  Plus the twitchy demeanour of colleagues who think you've been ordering mushrooms of the internet.

You can order mushrooms off the internet?? I thought it had been outlawed!

[dr beat]

My favourite nice thing: sitting in your favourite pub on a Sunday daytime, drinking lots of great  beer with your mates (or at the very least with the papers or a good book), realising you really shouldn't be doing it - but then remembering its a Bank Holiday and henceforth its actually fine - another pint please barman!

[Mr Wrong]

People getting their just desserts.

Sometimes I wonder about  cosmic laws and the like, particularly when I witness a sequence of events that resolves itself in a sort of karmic way -and would you believe just such a thing happened on the tube today...?

This evening's rush hour became the usual sardine scenario, I remember myself, and the crowd on the platform, watching with dismay as a packed tube train arrived. Under these circumstances third world rules apply -squeeze your way on or wait for the next. Fortunately for me, I was the last one who could practically fit on board and the rest of the platform crowd respected this, held their positions, and patiently resigned themselves to waiting -apart from this rubberised whippet boy, however, who barged his way through the crowd and on. The last thing I saw as the doors closed and the train pulled away was a collage of disdainful expressions all fixed on the boy, who, with no access to a handrail, was hunched against the door, and as we got going, illicitly leaning against people for support; including me when the train would lurch a particular way.

So I was thinking, ' you rudely pushed in, don't lean on me, piss off and die ' when we arrived at the next station. Now, considering the extent of the crush on board I knew that I must get off the train so as to let others alight, even though it wasn't my own stop. When the doors opened I had to step backwards onto the platform and swiftly make-way, which I did, and, as I did, there was a small surge from the crowd which, by virtue of my actions, I avoided. The more self-centred individual, however, would have no such ideas, thinking only 'I'm on the train and that's all that matters.' Yes indeed, the selfish logic of the twit became his undoing. As the doors opened he did not compensate for the surge and was ignominiously thrown onto his arse in the middle of the crowded platform. Of the passengers waiting to get on, one older gentleman helped the boy up, no 'thank you' was offered, "I'll live" he said, and smirked as if he were Jack-the-lad, and got back on the train as if no one had seen his bony tail slam concrete.

Mine was the next stop, but this time, as we travelled on, for once on public transport, I wasn't screwed-up inside for some person's shabby conduct. I was relieved and clear now, and I'm sure I could make out moans of pain under the breath from the pillock's mouth -his bum was burning and once again the cosmos was in harmony...nice.

[Vaguely Phallic]

So in the end you were Mr Right!!!!!

I'm going to have a go at this, pretending I'm talking to Tommy Boyd.

Before I do, I really liked Mr Wrong's elephant example. I'm not picking on you by the way, just wanted to mention it. I love elephants, though bet they smell pretty musky. I'd rather swim with elephants before I die than dolphins mind you, because I bet they squirt you, plus you probably wouldn't smell them what with all the sea around their wrinkly old man bodies.

Okay. Beige walls are nice, because they're not lovely, but they contribute to a bright, airy, clean-seeming house?

Bah. I'm no good at this. Every time I think of something nice I realise it's actually more satisfying, or brilliant. This topic can fuck off.

[Joy Nktonga]

Thick white bread sandwiches with Guinness Marmite in them.

Guinness Marmite on cooled granary toast with a proper dairy/dairy-based spread underneath.

Putting on close-fitting boxer-shorts straight from the radiator. Sod my sperm-count, I've got two nippers already and that's enough.

[Oscar]

Nice things (some more self indulgent than others):
Knowing that in a little less than a month I'm moving into a beautiful house, with a big comfortable lounge, three chilled out friendly housemates and a garden! With palm trees! (well big Cordylines with trunks, but close enough)

Eating a really crunchy baked potato

Finding a free sofa in moderately good condition on my street for the house, which is unfurnished.

Getting a moody shop assistant to smile.

Getting free flowers because one of my current housemates has an obssessive ex boyfriend who had ten bouquets sent to the house on one day

I'm no good at this. Every time I think of something nice I realise it's actually more satisfying, or brilliant. This topic can fuck off.

Yes, I just posted them anyway, by "nice" I mean "bloody fabulous" mostly.

[Mr Wrong]

Finding a free sofa in moderately good condition on my street for the house, which is unfurnished.

Scabies-tastic mate!

[Toad in the Hole]

Can I just ask, Mr Wrong, are you named after the song of the same name by Cracker?

[Oscar]

Scabies-tastic mate!

Silence!
You are the little voice of paranoia that lives inside my head and I claim my five pounds! Or a spare tinopener if you've got one? Or a mattress? Or some cutlery? Just anything really.

[Mr Wrong]

Can I just ask, Mr Wrong, are you named after the song of the same name by Cracker?

???

[Toad in the Hole]

[sorry for the derail...]

Well, meet me by the river that goes nowhere.
Let me lay my sorry trip on you.
Won't you meet me by the river, little darling'?
I might just let you see my bad tattoo.

Well i was gonna bring you flowers, but i didn't.
It's the thought that counts and i think i'm a bit too broke.
But there's some change in my ashtray--maybe just enough to pay.
For a half pint of somethin', probably make us choke.

Chorus:
Well you know i'd rather not go and meet your family.
They'd probably send me back where i belong.
Don't want to hear about mr. right.
'cause he's out of town tonight.
Baby come and spend some time with mr. wrong.

I drive a one-eyed malibu without a muffler.
And a tape deck that works if you kick it hard enough.
And baby if you like to read, i've got some great pornography.
And a ten pound flashlight rolling in the trunk.

Chorus

Now, do you have a girlfriend and does she look as good as you?
Would she like to meet my brother?
He'll be out of jail in a month or two.

Chorus

Where i come from they call me mr. wrong.

[Fry]

Successfully spending all day...without...moving...an...inch.

And Huggies.

[Mr Wrong]

I'm sorry to disappoint afrayn, but I Never drive the one-eyed Malibu without a muffler.

EDIT: Call me Mr Raider.

[MissInformed]

Oh, fucking hell. Still the missus posting. We go drinking on Thursdays. I'm very sorry.

Right, I hope I'm not overstepping the mark by saying this, but take some tips from Sheepy and Missinformed (when they had internet access). They have a different forum style for each profile, so that they would quickly know if they were going to accidentally post as the other person. So, one of you takes 'classic', and the other takes 'letssplit', and it should eliminate any more accidental posting in the future.

Not overstepping any marks with that Butnut. The Sheep and I nearly fell foul of this once or twice before I changed my style settings to 'letssplit'. One particular night, whilst I was mid-rant about something overtly feminine and thus highly embarrassing for Sheepy to have "written", we suddenly realised I was signed in as him.  Much frantic editing ensued and the style change took place immediately afterwards.

Please don't any of you ask how we are able to post at this time of night. A kick in the cunt often offends. Especially if you don't have one.