most distgusting thing thus far has been a centipede in my laundry pile. <img src="style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/tounge.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":p" border="0" alt="tounge.gif" />
I'll take a few later tonight. I won't get to upload them till tomorrow sorry boys, I know you all want to be in a girls apartment. <img src="style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/tounge.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":p" border="0" alt="tounge.gif" /> At least metaphorically speaking.
I almost freaked when my mum showed her nubness, and forgot to put some off meat in a sealed container, and THEN in the bin. Maggots in the bin, right outside my window. I actually taped my windows shut for 3 weeks after that. Can't stand the bloody things >_<.
My dear Cyn, you promised me a visit to your apartment ages ago. I suppose this will be the closest I'll get <img src="style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/sad-fix.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":(" border="0" alt="sad-fix.gif" /> *hopes my Femmeh isn't reading this...*
Well, I do have this ambition of seeing Penn and Teller perform live in Las Vegas, so when I get enough money for the two of us to see them, then I'll have to stop off at yours on the way <img src="style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/smile-fix.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":)" border="0" alt="smile-fix.gif" />
And for the record, my mind is never in the gutter. I can get close to it, but it's never in it <img src="style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/tounge.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":p" border="0" alt="tounge.gif" />
Oh snap, being allergic to dust and such I'd instantaniously die in most of your rooms. I got things messy myself but since the computer isnt in my bedroom it's alright.
I can understand stuff on desks and various surfaces but on the floor? Not only does it soak up filth but it also limits your movement.
Ill get some pics sooner or later.
Edit: Might aswell link to the album or i'll hog all the bandwidth <img src="style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/tounge.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":p" border="0" alt="tounge.gif" />
Lots of antique weapons my dad has collected over the years (almost every rifle/pistol is welded tho), including, but not limited to, a Mauser which actualy is put together by 3 other broken mausers (above all the little pistols), a elephant hunting rifle (the top one over the paintings) and a well kept german knife stained with dried blood (upper right on the door frame).
Highlights:
My desktop ofc <a href="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q247/Svenpa/1.jpg" target="_blank">http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q247/Svenpa/1.jpg</a> (It refused IMG tag :? )
Taken 5min ago in the middle of the night showing 2/3 of the front of my house. <img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q247/Svenpa/2-1.jpg" border="0" alt="IPB Image" />
Yea it's not perfect - so what. The clean stuff is hidden away in the cupboards so the dirty stuff can fester all it likes.
neat freaks can kiss my ###### - it's exam time, I have every right to be a slob. <img src="style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/biggrin-fix.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":D" border="0" alt="biggrin-fix.gif" />
e/ oh and if you're wondering - I have 2 of the same mat on the floor, that's why it looks like it's teleporting in each photo.
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edited December 2006
<!--quoteo(post=1587643:date=Dec 12 2006, 03:19 PM:name=cshank4)--><div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(cshank4 @ Dec 12 2006, 03:19 PM) [snapback]1587643[/snapback]</div><div class='quotemain'><!--quotec--> [PICTURE] Metaphorically speaking, that is. I'd post my real house, but it's buried under snow and our camera is b0rked. <!--QuoteEnd--></div><!--QuoteEEnd-->
<!--quoteo(post=1587891:date=Dec 13 2006, 01:32 AM:name=Private_Coleman)--><div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(Private_Coleman @ Dec 13 2006, 01:32 AM) [snapback]1587891[/snapback]</div><div class='quotemain'><!--quotec--> You need to vacuum. <!--QuoteEnd--></div><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Yeah, well, you know. Orcs, and everything like that. They seem to act a bit violently towards vacuums. Then there's the whole matter of the Balrog out on my porch, he just won't go away and keeps tracking in dirt. He also leaves corpses in my shoes as 'gifts.' Ugh.
Think I'm just going to seal the palce up one of these days and move on.
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he was freaking big though.... stompy stompy!
<img src="http://www.cynical-c.com/archives/bloggraphics/capt.lon80608311303.britain_lon806.jpg" border="0" alt="IPB Image" />
I'd end up burning the lot of it.
I almost freaked when my mum showed her nubness, and forgot to put some off meat in a sealed container, and THEN in the bin. Maggots in the bin, right outside my window. I actually taped my windows shut for 3 weeks after that. Can't stand the bloody things >_<.
My dear Cyn, you promised me a visit to your apartment ages ago. I suppose this will be the closest I'll get <img src="style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/sad-fix.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":(" border="0" alt="sad-fix.gif" /> *hopes my Femmeh isn't reading this...*
<!--sizeo:1--><span style="font-size:8pt;line-height:100%"><!--/sizeo-->Get your mind out of the gutter <!--sizec--></span><!--/sizec-->
And for the record, my mind is never in the gutter. I can get close to it, but it's never in it <img src="style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/tounge.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":p" border="0" alt="tounge.gif" />
I can understand stuff on desks and various surfaces but on the floor? Not only does it soak up filth but it also limits your movement.
Ill get some pics sooner or later.
Edit: Might aswell link to the album or i'll hog all the bandwidth <img src="style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/tounge.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":p" border="0" alt="tounge.gif" />
<a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q247/Svenpa/?sc=3" target="_blank">http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q247/Svenpa/?sc=3</a>
Lots of antique weapons my dad has collected over the years (almost every rifle/pistol is welded tho), including, but not limited to, a Mauser which actualy is put together by 3 other broken mausers (above all the little pistols), a elephant hunting rifle (the top one over the paintings) and a well kept german knife stained with dried blood (upper right on the door frame).
Highlights:
My desktop ofc
<a href="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q247/Svenpa/1.jpg" target="_blank">http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q247/Svenpa/1.jpg</a> (It refused IMG tag :? )
Taken 5min ago in the middle of the night showing 2/3 of the front of my house.
<img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q247/Svenpa/2-1.jpg" border="0" alt="IPB Image" />
Anyway it's nothing 10 minutes of flinging stuff around can't fix.
<img src="http://img247.imageshack.us/img247/2203/nomesszr9.jpg" border="0" alt="IPB Image" />
Yea it's not perfect - so what. The clean stuff is hidden away in the cupboards so the dirty stuff can fester all it likes.
neat freaks can kiss my ###### - it's exam time, I have every right to be a slob. <img src="style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/biggrin-fix.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":D" border="0" alt="biggrin-fix.gif" />
e/ oh and if you're wondering - I have 2 of the same mat on the floor, that's why it looks like it's teleporting in each photo.
Metaphorically speaking, that is.
I'd post my real house, but it's buried under snow and our camera is b0rked.
[PICTURE]
Metaphorically speaking, that is.
I'd post my real house, but it's buried under snow and our camera is b0rked.
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You need to vacuum.
You need to vacuum.
<!--QuoteEnd--></div><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Yeah, well, you know. Orcs, and everything like that. They seem to act a bit violently towards vacuums. Then there's the whole matter of the Balrog out on my porch, he just won't go away and keeps tracking in dirt. He also leaves corpses in my shoes as 'gifts.' Ugh.
Think I'm just going to seal the palce up one of these days and move on.
Use some lame unlocking password phrase like "Speak 'friend' and enter", or something equally lame...
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Damn it, now I have to change it.