Has chivelry died? Is the great English gentleman dead?

There is no worse kind of englishman the one who openly bitches and complains about immigrants and taxes at the local pub, then leaves the pub at 11 a.m. to collect their benefits money and beat their wife.

This is why I will vote on Thursday, because I believe that whilst the system is ( Read more... )

 Once again my mind wonders over the topic of what I actually like about my fellow man - I find my answers dwindling of positive things to say ( Read more... )

http://m.assetbar.com/achewood/uua5vSBQw

There are some things you never grow out of, for me I think it's going to be my love of card games and card game paraphinalia [and their anime adaptations ( Read more... )

I have not posted much on here even though I said I would. Not because I have nothing to talk about, oh no, I have some stories I could tell - Oh-hohoho what stories my brothers. They'd make your guttiwuts giggle with glee and your gulliver roll with incidicious tourment at the very thought of the dim-witted behavour of the characters within my ( Read more... )

In April there is an online competition to write a script for a novel, play, tv series - whatever. The criteria for winning at this competition are simple: write 50,000 words is 30 days. that works out at about 1666. ( Read more... )

http://personaldna.com/report.php?k=EkuWNLnecsIDSXa-CI-ADADA-aa03&u=bf28005db226

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpFvA6t_rRk

This is so dumb it hurts my brain and tickles my belly

I ma having the BEST week with Mike right now :)

If such a mythical place existed then I would be a thirsty man, seeking out its rich source and quenching my insaturable lust for its cooling, life giving quailities.

This place does not exist, but a man from Schenectady does, and thats what my new short story is about.

:)