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From a young age, the websites creator has had a huge interest in design and the various aspects associated with it. This has ranged from, naturally enough, sports kit, to things such as branding, vehicle design, racing car livery, tractor colours and numbering systems and cigarette packaging. From the middle of the 1990s, GAA jerseys began to become more fashionable as they were sold in bigger numbers, leading to greater changes in their design as new versions were released every few years.
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Disappointed of West Egg: Woman, who are you?
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Disappointed of West Egg. Wednesday, April 26. Woman, who are you? She told me where to touch her. I said, "Woman, who are you to tell me where to touch you? I shall touch you where I wish to touch you and you shall be pleased. And when your parents ask you if you are happy, you will answer in the affirmative.". Kigaloo, 27th November 2005. Disappointed of West Egg 2006. Do not reproduce without permission. Posted by Disappointed at 11:51 pm. Carter Beats the Devil. How to Clean Anything. The Wax Free Way.
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Disappointed of West Egg: April 2006
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Disappointed of West Egg. Friday, April 28. Saving a Man from the Future. I don't see a sun," I said. He looked me up and down, and took a drag of his poncy cafe creme. Are you a migraine sufferer? He sneered, straightening the shoulders of his white linen suit. I am what stands between you and a conversation in thirty years time where you have to confess to your grandchildren that you were once a pretentious cunt.". Disappointed of West Egg 2006. Do not reproduce without permission. Thursday, April 27.
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Disappointed of West Egg: Saving a Man from the Future
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Disappointed of West Egg. Friday, April 28. Saving a Man from the Future. I don't see a sun," I said. He looked me up and down, and took a drag of his poncy cafe creme. Are you a migraine sufferer? He sneered, straightening the shoulders of his white linen suit. I am what stands between you and a conversation in thirty years time where you have to confess to your grandchildren that you were once a pretentious cunt.". Disappointed of West Egg 2006. Do not reproduce without permission. How to Clean Anything.
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Disappointed of West Egg: August 2005
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Disappointed of West Egg. Tuesday, August 16. Bring some slippers," the hospital told me, ahead of my nose operation this coming Friday. I don't think I've had slippers since I was a kid. And even though I'm getting old, I still think I'm far too young to be doing the slipper thing. But what else am I going to wear on Friday as I slip into that humiliating hospital gown? What are they going to think? I could do without these kind of problems. Posted by Disappointed at 3:22 pm. Monday, August 15. I want a...
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Disappointed of West Egg: June 2005
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Disappointed of West Egg. Sunday, June 19. The moth, the spider, the hoover.and the DVD. I hoovered up a moth a couple of hours ago. One second it was there on the skirting board just outside the bathroom, the next I'd altered its life forever. I wonder if it's still alive, and if so, what is it thinking? Can it breathe in there? Will there be enough room in there for it to stretch its wings? Indeed, will it run into the spider that I sucked up a couple of weeks back? Lucy and Michelle - the DVD. The Uni...
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Disappointed of West Egg: May 2006
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Disappointed of West Egg. Monday, May 1. I Dreamt About 1987 Last Night. I bought two Five Star albums that year, the first on the day I began my seminal Saturday job at Woolworths in Clapham Junction [25th April 1987], a place I still have fond memories of. Mind you, getting stuck in a lift full of bedding plants for four hours on your first Saturday wasn’t the best way to start a job. Going back to school for the fifth and final year was something of an anti climax after all that. I did buy myself ...
