aaah!.....i know nothing of falsies.Squiggy said:its 'falsies'...
Relinquishing junk. Stage One: preparation. For this you will need: one room which you will not leave; one mattress; tomato soup, ten tins of; mushroom soup, eight tins of, for consumption cold; ice cream, vanilla, one large tub of; Magnesia, Milk of, one bottle; paracetamol; mouth wash; vitamins; mineral water; Lucozade; pornography; one bucket for urine, one for feces, and one for vomitus; one television; and one bottle of Valium, which I have already procured, from my mother, who is, in her own domestic and socially acceptable way, also a drug addict
Spot said:trainspotting?
:No unnecessary shots, Conrad, 'cause we know what they do.
: Make infected pockets full of bile, sir.
: That's right, Conrad, that's what they do.
:Sit down. What do you see here?
: Bunkers, sir.
: What's in them?
: Stuff they stole from Kuwait.
: Bullshit. I'm talking about millions in Kuwaiti bullion.
: You mean them little cubes you put in hot water to make soup?
: No, not the little cubes you put in hot water to make soup.
I'm a sorcerer. Greater than her! greater than you even! I am the greatest sorcerer!!
Oh bliss! Bliss and heaven! Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeousity made flesh. It was like a bird of rarest-spun heaven metal or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now. As I slooshied, I knew such lovely pictures!