Entertaining Mr Gamester (the younger) you are keeping me very entertained with your travel-based yarns. Continue as you see fit.
Have a great time!! Dan
oh bollocking titfucks, i so knew this was 2008, the hot sun here is melting my mind. ignore me. sounds rubbish with the deportment and visa issues, my condolences. goddamn bureaucrats. hope you get to vietnam soon and have an AWESOMEr time than you have been having, where you can afford beer. and come home soon! xxx
Hello lads. Very much enjoying the blog so far, and especially as it contains what might be your last ever tasteful Michael Jackson joke; as the legend has now passed away (in case you hadn't heard, all the way out there in Eastern Europe)
Hope you're continuing to have an AMAZING time
Love Pixie xxx
haha i can't believe you got deported. That's what they did to the criminals who are trying to kill bats when Ace Ventura is trying to save a sacred bat
A HYDRA?!!!111112call0800-1563-734 or reverse dial 0800-quuuuuuuueee?? I don't like to do this, for I feel that the best of things are things that come from experiences had and experiences lost...but I might have to steal your statue of hydra-punching experience and convert it into a song. But one of you, or both, will have to play bass, to add authenticity.
Needless to say, I am practically weeping with jealousy. In fact, the only reason that I am NOT weeping with jealousy is that I am also practically weeping with laughter (the on-going War Of The Tears leaves room for neither compromise nor victory). Perhaps if I remain thus then sooner or later one eye will weep for joy and one in pain...which will give me quite the cool look.
So jealous am I that I actually looked up flights to Istambul for Tuesday to Saturday. Sadly they are £140 and, since I have £7, I think this means that I cannot come, though my math isn't great so I'll consult...McMaths. Or some other such undergod. To be totally honest, I'm not sure HOW I was expecting to find flights for under £7...especially since I need £5.10 to get out of Manchester...and £3 to first get INTO Manchester, from where I can then proceed to get out...
But yes, the tangent takes a hold so strong. I shall leave this place now and be glad that your fun will be over soon. Ha!
bastards Ahem. Much glee was had upon the readings of your exploits. Here (Rainsdale, England, HP13 5nevercomehere) Debbie and I found reading about your adventures-to-date to be a wonderously fun experience...where "a wonderously fun experience" can of course be taken to mean, "an agonising tug on my internal 'jealousy-balls' resulting in the controlled crushing of fruits within my vice-like grip to hold back from actually pile-driving the computer monitor" (remember pile-drivers? sigh).
So yeah. Stop having fun or I will be forced to abuse the supra-bond and take over Matt's body. And, if it should turn out that the distance means that I have limited time as Matt, I shall force him to dump-tackle you both through the ground and into Nether-Krakow...where only the legless and forlorn can exist in harmony. So Matt will be fine, but YOU Gamester...you will suffer like a worm who has crawled inside an ipod stuck on repeat 'A Whole New World' only to discover that mp3 actually stands for "Mini-People Thrice" and is forced to spend the rest of its miserable life being seranaded by six tiny versions of Jordon and Peter Andre.
Fear me.
Mythology tells of a great warrior. His name was Gorvangar, and he had watched his people suffer. He had never known love, but the love for his country. His father died before he was born, his mother in childbirth. Alone, he had trained to lead his country into a mighty war, and a great revolution.
This is not his story. This is the story of 2 much less interesting people, as they wander the planet in search of the GREAT EXTRAVAGANZA... full info
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so... you hung out in vung tau? poor i know, but i'm trying :) get out of bourne end, gamester, and back to the ends you belong in!