This is what happens when you smoke the soy!
category: general [glöplog]
Dial 72 for “Snooker Roger”
I had seen it before somewhere, belonging to some other person of some other time and place. It was a buzzard, grinning at me like some dirty pervert peering over a toilet cubicle and forcing me into the outdoor crowds to continue my urinary business. Toilets aren’t where I live.
I am Roger. I’m 53 years old and for most of my life I have worn a t-shirt that announces “Snooker” to all who gaze upon it. I don’t even like snooker. As a matter of fact the last time I played I ended up in a bodybag. Nevertheless, I became known to my pals as Snooker Roger - the defiance within our hearts.
I knew the kid had a speech impediment, yet I slammed his temples with the furious fists of shame. Shame is what I feel most when I’m indiscreet. I love to love and to be loved, but fame goes to your head if you’re not careful. That’s not what happened to me; I had another problem...downstairs, if you know what I mean. Her name was Mrs Horseflash and she lived in the flat beneath mine. The old biatch! I put myself out for her every day, pushing my mates onto her flowerbed every time I arrived home from the pub. What thanks do I get? A cop car? Not a chance. A slice of toast? Hardly. A tin of dog food? Well, actually yes. So I paid her a little visit.
With my arms fixed at my side, I tilted sideways and gave her “the look”.
“Oh goodness. What’s wrong, Snooker Roger?” she asked, like the fascist, baby-eating witch I pretended she was.
“You wanna go one on one?” I prodded her in her belly and she curled up like a pterodactyl and died.
I am Snooker Roger and this is my story.
I had seen it before somewhere, belonging to some other person of some other time and place. It was a buzzard, grinning at me like some dirty pervert peering over a toilet cubicle and forcing me into the outdoor crowds to continue my urinary business. Toilets aren’t where I live.
I am Roger. I’m 53 years old and for most of my life I have worn a t-shirt that announces “Snooker” to all who gaze upon it. I don’t even like snooker. As a matter of fact the last time I played I ended up in a bodybag. Nevertheless, I became known to my pals as Snooker Roger - the defiance within our hearts.
I knew the kid had a speech impediment, yet I slammed his temples with the furious fists of shame. Shame is what I feel most when I’m indiscreet. I love to love and to be loved, but fame goes to your head if you’re not careful. That’s not what happened to me; I had another problem...downstairs, if you know what I mean. Her name was Mrs Horseflash and she lived in the flat beneath mine. The old biatch! I put myself out for her every day, pushing my mates onto her flowerbed every time I arrived home from the pub. What thanks do I get? A cop car? Not a chance. A slice of toast? Hardly. A tin of dog food? Well, actually yes. So I paid her a little visit.
With my arms fixed at my side, I tilted sideways and gave her “the look”.
“Oh goodness. What’s wrong, Snooker Roger?” she asked, like the fascist, baby-eating witch I pretended she was.
“You wanna go one on one?” I prodded her in her belly and she curled up like a pterodactyl and died.
I am Snooker Roger and this is my story.
:)
Now answer the "Fanmail" I sent you!
Now answer the "Fanmail" I sent you!
I haven't got any mail from you Peter. I still check my account. :P
Man, Shane! what a boring place scene would be if not you!
sheesh shane, get a room ! :P
Shane is back!!!
That prooves my theories, that scene owns you all. You can never escape, nomatter your position in the scene. You will always need your daily dose of scene! And if you decide to quit, you will be back after a while. Some nostalgy code, achievements, friends, creativity or anything. Shane nostalgies the fun he had at Pouet. Everyone of them will return back. Scene own us for any of the reasons of being here..
Wow!
Is it the lure of the scene or is it due to lack of purpose outside of the scene???
What the hell. It's cool to be back, irritating all the humorless scene geeks again. :)
What the hell. It's cool to be back, irritating all the humorless scene geeks again. :)