Start by telling you a little about myself. I lost my virginity when I was 17, I guess that's now considered a 'late bloomer'. I hear that 13 is now the average age - to be a mother of three.
I had a strange dream the other night about an erotic take on Pokemon. My Onyx was fighting a Weedle. My Onyx used penetrate. It was super-effective. F**king destroyed it. Then it got a lot weirder with Brock squatting over in some wild grass occasionally stamping so that a Diglett went up into his arse.
Yes If you haven't ever watched Pokemon, don't be put off by what I just said... Actually I would be slightly more worried if a few of you felt INCLINED to watch it after that.
Its strange when you grow out of things like Pokemon and are able to look back from a completely cynical perspective. You realise that Pokemon was really like underground cock-fights, but with different kinds of animals, that were made to fight one another to death while the 'trainers' gambled on the outcome. Then you realise that there is one Pokemon called 'Jynx' that is really a transvestite scaly man fish thing. Then there was that one that just looked like a big dick. And funnily enough the only move it could do was 'Harden'.
My teacher told me the other day that we had to refer to the revision technique of 'Brainstorms' as 'Mind-maps' because apparently 'Brainstorm' is offensive to retards. Surely by the time a retard has worked out that it offends them, you've taken the exam and been married and had kids?
Somebody let off a stink bomb in school the other day. Which made me think, why are they only made in smells that are just rubbish? That plasticky, eggy smell is boring. Why don't they bring out proper smells like a B.O. Bomb, or even better a 'Rotting Corpse' Stink Bomb.
"F**king hell, George, I can't believe you put one of them in Mr. Warren's office! People are going to think he's actually f**king killed someone! haha!"
"...I haven't opened the packet yet?"