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The Fuck Am I Doing This For?: Mr Postman, bring me a dream
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The Fuck Am I Doing This For? Thursday, May 7, 2009. Mr Postman, bring me a dream. There is nothing like a race number in the post. A big unexpected bag of Amsterdam grass might get close, one supposes, but the little trill of excitement and the sudden sprint to internet pacing sites is surely incomparable. . My old three goal system works like this:. Posted by Cycles Goff. Don't mind that sub 29 Gimme, that was another lifetime. Acceptable is anything faster than last time out. May 7, 2009 at 12:29 PM.
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The Fuck Am I Doing This For?: The wheel what Marcin built
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The Fuck Am I Doing This For? Thursday, April 30, 2009. The wheel what Marcin built. Marcin is my new best Polish friend. Stop pronouncing his name incorrectly. He works in Think Bike. In Rathmines and occasionally does my spin. He built Rosie a new wheel. Isn't it lovely? Less than two weeks old! But it was all okay because Marcin told me I was 'Strong like horse! This still makes my ticker tick a little quicker. Posted by Cycles Goff. Spot fucking on said. Rosie is a trek? How very fucking disappointing.
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Mermaid of Moorgate: Press Release of the Decade
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Blogging beats sitting around all day on a rock waiting for a prince to drown. Social Media Award Winner. Tuesday, January 06, 2015. Press Release of the Decade. We just got sent this about a new green chauffeur service. Every single Fleet Street Journalist got this very informative press release. XXXXXXXX@econnectcars.com via sendgrid.me (12:08). On (x date), (company name) (company URL) is (details of news – eg launching a new product, holding an event, won an award, new person starting a job). Blondes...
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Mermaid of Moorgate: Who calls me? Spam numbers
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Blogging beats sitting around all day on a rock waiting for a prince to drown. Social Media Award Winner. Thursday, February 26, 2015. Is centred on former slate quarries. It’s a beautiful part of the world. Apparently. I’ve never been. But Today I got called at 10:10 am by this number: 01855 605 303. Yesterday, I got called at 11:43am by 01943 593491. This is from a place called Guisely, based in the City of. 8220;Our telephone interviewing centre based in. Makes calls from 01792 828958, 01792 674980 or...
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Mermaid of Moorgate: Things that make me feel ill
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Blogging beats sitting around all day on a rock waiting for a prince to drown. Social Media Award Winner. Tuesday, May 12, 2015. Things that make me feel ill. The latest in a series of rants that began before the internet was created. Ok so these are First World Problems. More specifically, someone else's bad breath. Nasty little ass fruit. 4) Mint Choc-Chip Icecream. Have you ever licked between the toes of an ageing, tuberculoid polar bear? The house was fragrant! A lead-lined laundry basket, eh? I thi...
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Mermaid of Moorgate: Christmas under the sea
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Blogging beats sitting around all day on a rock waiting for a prince to drown. Social Media Award Winner. Monday, January 12, 2015. Christmas under the sea. It is a common misconception that Mer-people do not celebrate Christmas. This is blatant error, no doubt perpetuated by Fox News, which has a penchant for key facts, such as the rampage of the Muslim Religious Police that haunt parts of the UK and beat you for entering a no-go zone. In fact, Mer-people love Christmas. However, it all got too much for...
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Mermaid of Moorgate: The peculiar incident of the cat in the daytime
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Blogging beats sitting around all day on a rock waiting for a prince to drown. Social Media Award Winner. Wednesday, February 11, 2015. The peculiar incident of the cat in the daytime. Monty Baggins the angelic (? It started off so well. Actually, not so well. It started off with me cleaning the windowsill of a (then) empty study overlooking the back garden. He was making rude noises at something small and fluffy on their lawn. Of course, I laughed out loud, which prompted three ladies sitting in the gar...
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Mermaid of Moorgate: Why Santa is a Terrible, Wicked Man
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Blogging beats sitting around all day on a rock waiting for a prince to drown. Social Media Award Winner. Tuesday, February 17, 2015. Why Santa is a Terrible, Wicked Man. Anti-Santaism isn't just believing there is no Santa, but the thought that if there is a Santa, he is a malicious, malevolent being and to be despised above all beings. It's evil. There are children begging for help in this world, who are suffering from terrible diseases, abuse, wars, famine. Starvation or from a lack of clean water.
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Radgery...: The Musician
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Friday, February 04, 2011. I thought I wouldn't be able to go. I woke up feeling fine on Saturday but got progressively weaker, more lethargic, as the hours went past in work. At one point I pushed the keyboard away from myself, put my head down, groaned a small groan and took a minute's sleep. It did no good. We took it easy, had some pizza and a long sleep. He greeted us at the central bus station in Stockholm, this man that none of us had seen in fourteen years. My father's younger brother, my unc...
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Radgery...: Half spilled and dripping
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Saturday, June 06, 2009. Half spilled and dripping. I go outside on the pretense of a phone call, not able to take the sweat and drumm of the pub for a few short moments. I sit on the ledge and watch the traffic, counting the 09 cars and noting the numbers inside. Blonde. Foxrock. A present from Daddy. Blonde. Booterstown. A present from Daddy. Tall Crouching over the whell. Glasses. Just made partner. Family. Picture perfect. Weekend in Wexford. No, not yet, but I might be soon.". Yes, yeah, I will.".
