Comments

1. S
   April 7th, 2007 | 2:31 pm

   If that’s the petrol station down near to Kelvin Way, then it’s his normal stomping ground. He’s always spending time alone there. He lives just round the corner.

   He’s never quite gotten over being on BB, and isn’t slow to remind people who he is!

2. RLJ
   April 8th, 2007 | 10:22 pm

   uh… who is he?

   You look great, Fiona

3. Fiona
   April 9th, 2007 | 3:27 pm

   It’s Shabaz from Big Brother.

4. RLJ
   April 10th, 2007 | 2:41 pm

   uh shabaz hmmm… well, I plead ignorance related to not actually living in the UK or watching telly. I presume he won or otherwise did quite well then.

5. Fiona
   April 10th, 2007 | 2:50 pm

   Lol, actually quite the opposite, he totally crashed out after 6 days, went a bit mad you see.

6. Richie
   April 24th, 2007 | 3:11 pm

   Dude, 18 days and no new bloggage

   Whats the deal? you dead?

   I dont like Shabaz, I think he might be gay…

   Paul Likes shabaz, but then again Paul is gay.

7. Richie
   April 24th, 2007 | 3:13 pm

   Vaginal blood fart = Period

8. Richie
   April 24th, 2007 | 3:16 pm

   She wouldn’t because of her pride. Years of whoring herself to men who are only interested in screwing her have damaged her insides as well as her dignity. As a last vestige she is clinging to her pride, being strong, being aggresive to men who show her any affection. However, she knows she is due for a complete emotional breakdown. At night the tears come, “how can I live with being hurt one last time but how can I live with being alone, so terribly alone” she thinks to herself as through the tears and the pain her hand reches for one of the last pleasures she has left. The gentle massaging of her clitoris and she feels her labia swell, the tears come heavier now. As she lets a little whimper out at climax nothing but darkness enters her mind. An existence wasted by her own pride. This is how she shall live and this is how she shall die. If only she could let someone in……

9. Richie
   April 24th, 2007 | 3:26 pm

   Bollocks to it. We’ve waited this long for a post. Another Few days won’t hurt, even if we have to spend it knelt on the floor gazing upwards with longing anticipation like a beautiful young girl, and Bugs is a creepy 30-something man with a slight beer gut standing on the kitchen stool preparing to fling string over us (with our mouth open and hand held out so we can catch as much as possible to rub into our tits).