I'm feeling miserable, no sympathy needed, i'll be fine any minute now. But how do you lot cheer your selves up, any suggestions on how to get out of the dumps?
well not many answers to my quest, bit of a tangent really. Good thing i am feeling so much better, if I had been relying on you lot I would have been suffering from confusion too. What answers? Kill who?
Thank you for the suggestions at the begining though. I went to my studio and hammered a piece of stone for an hour or two and that did the trick. Not as cuddly as a cat but good therapy nevertheless.
well no I guess not.
But I did expect to be cheered up by the replys themselves. Lots of things on here make me laugh, so that way I get the answer to my question and it is to keep reading general diss.
Sorry Natalie couldn't give any answers as needed and was
looking for answers to your thread myself and like you didn't
gain anything from the what they put but I persume they
tried their best and giving it thought we could have landed up
without any answers at all so thankfull for small mercy's and
all that.
So glad your feeling a bit better...
Yeah i noticed that change of thread title, was fishcake telling me my joke wasn't funny?
I might not be funny but theres no need for that, and i am free.........i mean you could have Bobby Davro threading, now that wouldn't be nice.
Sabelle must admit just lately there hasn't been a lot of
sence talked on here, ok fun is nice in moderation but not
when it comes down to three people just talking to and
romancing each other, there is emails for that and it wasn't
to long ago two people got hounded of here by people getting
fed up with them doing the same thing, I wasn't one of them
at the time as I didn't think they were two bad but must
admit the threads have plumeted on here a lot!! lately.
We still had fun but all mixed up with a lot of other very!!
interesting!! conversation.
Oh for the good old days back some would say...
PS I have said this before on here when I write something
like the above I alway like to cover my back so here gos,
before any one says oh she is just old I say yes!! you are
right!! but that has nothing to do with writing the truth as I
see it.
Thank you Jay.
When me & Si (Spag) were messing about a lot of people said some nasty things & made him feel that he wasn't welcome. The threesome doesn't seem to bother anyone
But such is life
I say i'll have you know my parents were married when they had me., don't call me illiterate.
*Waves white stick at Belle*
What plate, are you on about the ice cream orgy upstairs, i just got booted out of there, for some reason i wasn't wanted.
Don't know why.
WOW! i was involved in a threesome and didn't have a clue WOW!!!
So that's what flirtation is, i'll have to remember that for the future.
Thanks Vicky but pouring drinks for Abba loving women talking about mutilating men isn't in my top ten favourite things.
and i think i'll take me Peaches and apple pie back if you don't mind.
Please
SEAN PAUL
REGGAE
SOUL
CALYPSO
Hip Hop
NO ROCK, or POP.
But like the Jam, the Damned, the Police and the Clash, the Stranglers. The Two Tone movement was OK in it's time, but old now. Some classical, jazz, blues.
BUT...NO ROCK, or POP.
Shopping, music, football, alcohol.
Today it was pampering myself with home made aromatherapy treatments. It's worked very well.
Or just invest in a dartboard.
I imagine Beyonce in a Chelsea football kit, beckoning me to her, that makes me feel giddy.
Then i imagine Sabelle in a Chelsea football kit , and i almost die laughing.
I put on The Stranglers and dance until my brains fall out or in complete contrast, I put on the Mamas and Papas, a mental Kaftan and loll all over the furniture, feeling wan. You can easily get bored with too much misery. I also stroke my cat until he gets excited and gets his little pinkie out. That never fails to amuse...
He's up for hire for any light depression, if you are interested...
I also dont cheer myself up. I have two amazing friends that I can wail at, who never say pull yourself together, and another one who always says it, without fail. I spend the first part of the misery with the first two pals, and the latter part with the third.
I always feel better then.
Walking my dog always cheers me up... as does driving on a long clear road at speed with music playing very loudly.
Oh I don't know - like most men he is looking to spread it around a little, get in the groove with as many hot cats on hot tin roofs as he can manage, inbetween the Whiskas and crap hunting trips....
the last four words there are the punchline to a very old joke.
Doctor Doctor i'm stressed.
Why?
There's a steering wheel attached to me testicles.
So?
WELL it's drivin me F*"$%n nuts.
Who said Vaudville was dead?
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