test please delete

[BrilloPad]

Mr N broke my cafetiere, not a happy bunny

When does he get out of hospital?

[SimonMac]

Really having to resist the urge to punch one of the very over competitive dads at Sports day!

[norrahe]

When does he get out of hospital?

When he buys me a new one

[SimonMac]

Really having to resist the urge to punch one of the very over competitive dads at Sports day!

For the first race if was funny "remember your training, this is what you've been working for, it's first or nothing" etc, the second race the rest if us realised he was actually being serious and it went down hill from there, although the last race his kid came in last and he was very quite. Wouldn't have minded but his kid was in the same grouping as Miss Mac who came last in every single race except the final one (only because she blatantly cheated by putting the ring she was balancing in her head in her ponytail), bless her she has no competitive drive at all thanks her brothers!

[eek]

For the first race if was funny "remember your training, this is what you've been working for, it's first or nothing" etc, the second race the rest if us realised he was actually being serious and it went down hill from there, although the last race his kid came in last and he was very quite. Wouldn't have minded but his kid was in the same grouping as Miss Mac who came last in every single race except the final one (only because she blatantly cheated by putting the ring she was balancing in her head in her ponytail), bless her she has no competitive drive at all thanks her brothers!

Using her initiative cannot be called blatant cheating....

[eek]

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[norrahe]

I'm off

[mudskipper]

ms#5 has nicked my kindle, and I've read both the real books I brought.

[Alias]

ms#5 has nicked my kindle, and I've read both the real books I brought.

Welcome

[SimonMac]

Saw this and thought of someone

Day 983 of My Captivity

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...