Hi kids, Been a while? Not long enough. So you pricks want some reporting back??? Well, I'm shoving it down your throats anyway, and if you've got a problem with that, you can SUCK IT. Everything has really already been covered in Juicy Lucy's, except me. Bitch. So the weekend began at the Winchester Club. Yeah, that was right good fun it was! Drinking my beers, dancing with the birds, some dickless shits getting stomped outside. FUCK YEAH I say!!! Throughout the weekend I encountered oh so many personalities, but in reality, I didn't. I will say that the man with the coolest name ever, the man that can do everything, the most dahling american, her boyfriendwhohashadhislifechangedsurelybylondoncallingthisweekendorhewillnotbemyfriendanymore, that CHUD from down south who apparently ain't from down south (i owe you ten, i'll pay you back HOWEVER you want), this italian dude, the most beautiful girl in britain, a visitor who defines fox, a gentlemen who is a totally different kind of fox, the girl with a nice ass who really loves the dance floor, that kid from the north who is far too young to be smoking, a bass player and his bird (who were MIA on saturday), the guy from the south who has no hair and broken ribs (i wonder how?...SHEEIT), aberdeen folk that don't recognize me, some guy from london who is just pants, that tall gent whose name was not caught by yours truly (but a hell of a keeper), the quiet man, the quiet girl, and shit...loads more. Lucy was absent in my version. Saturday I rushed out to the pub, but rushed back home when I thought of ways to fix my computer. After going back, we played a match of footie, which i am PISH it. My leg is unhappy, but i was all "fuck you leg" and ripped that shit up even more! It ain't football without the fuckin pain. You gots to be H.A.F. to play that. I only saw half the Delgados, but them mothafuckas was ON. I skipped that mull shit to check out the local alcohol scene, and watched snake plissken kick some mothafuckas ass, then the belles came on. That poncey basterd in the fucking silver slacks man...that dude is the shit. They was good and all, so I decided not to give him a right good beating for them trousers. On any other day... After that it was to the art school to get wasted and get laid, but neither happened. Them bitches were too damn lame I thought, with their fucking artsy fartsy shit. So i didn't dig that, and decided to give the birds a rest. It was a choice man, don't give that look, or i'll batter ya! That ended, and that was that. Yeah, it was cool and all. The funny cartoons on the wall made my head spin, and I shot out of there in a blind rage, fighting the fascists and small people. chicken donner kebabs is where its at. Okay, I'm done with that. Enjoy? I didn't think so. Shove it. can you tell I'm just waiting for the final episode of buffy to finish downloading? -what was i thinking when i let go of you?????? _________________________________________________________________ Tired of spam? Get advanced junk mail protection with MSN 8. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+