Slayerx wrote:Tonight could be it i'll edit if this if I survive.
What's happening, eh?
A girls coming round the general consensus from the chat room thread is she is a serial killer so im possibly going to die tonight but not before using my last breath to post in here.
If at some stage she reveals an interest in, say, cannibalism - I'm thinking specifically of that German chap from a few years back who cooked his (complicit) victim's tadger - I think it's your duty to see the night out to its bitter end. Think of the wonderful story you, or failing that your surviving family, will have to post in here afterwards.
I was in Chessington (theme park) as a kid, around 8 years old. There was a new fun house open and I went in to play. I was having a great time until I climbed through some ropes into a ball pit. I jumped in and felt something wet and slimey, I looked down to see my self in a ball pit full of WORMS!!
G-Ratasaurus Rex wrote:Maybe the controller had that bit that splits off? You know like how the original xbox controllers had that bit on the end which came off. Maybe you lost the end bitty.
This.
Loire wrote:Check your USB ports, Pilch! I bet it's hanging in one of them.
By God, you were all right! There is indeed a small detachable section at the end of the wire. I was genuinely concerned that I might be dreaming. Thank you all for maintaining my sanity.
I've remembered another outlandishly bizarre episode in the spectrum of oddity that is the life of Pilch.
I have vivid memories of visiting Longleat House as a kid. In case you haven't been there, there's a bit of a safari drive type thing, gardens to walk around, a big playground and a massive hedge maze. On this particular day there was another attraction - a portable laser quest arena. Not so unusual, you might proclaim. Well, you'd be wrong. This particular laser quest wasn't like any other that I, or apparently anyone else, has ever experienced. You see, what this laser quest had that no other does is mummy strawberry floating STAR WARS LASERS. I'm talking laser beams of about a metre in length that you could actually observe propagating at a velocity orders of magnitude less than that of conventional light from the barrel of your gun towards your unlucky target. I remember cowering behind cover as volleys of laser fire came crashing overhead, barely missing me. I remember all this, yet it can't possibly be true.
Has this become the thread of outlandish lies? Your cable story sailed close to the wind, but Star Wars lasers and hedge mazes? Do you take me for some kind of fool, sir?
Pilch, it really could just be a stupendously vivid dream. Up until the last few months I maintained that there was a Charlie Chalk-esque place not far from where I lived, I can even picture the direct route to it where there is now a petrol station. I remember everything about it so clearly but it was a dream. A wonderful dream.
Ahh, maybe you're right. Sucks though. Star Wars lasers are freakin' awesome.
Have you checked underneath the petrol station? I recently found out that there are vaults beneath some of them, built to provide a place to shelter in the event of a nuclear holocaust. Makes sense that there could be a Charlie Chalk world under there too.
I was in Chessington (theme park) as a kid, around 8 years old. There was a new fun house open and I went in to play. I was having a great time until I climbed through some ropes into a ball pit. I jumped in and felt something wet and slimey, I looked down to see my self in a ball pit full of WORMS!!
Went out into sunny old Manchester carrying a bunch of our bands demo CDs. Me and a mate thought we could go around the Northern Quarter and give them out to see if we could secure some gigs or some such. It never worked out in the end and we just went to the Night and Day and got lashed while listening to the crap bands on stage and, later, the Postal Service and Bon Iver's debut albums played on repeat in lieu of hiring a proper DJ. It was a Monday, mind, so I guess that's fair enough.
Come closing time at 2am we left and headed to Piccadilly Station expecting there to be some early bird transport timetabled, but the place looked closed (we were probably at the wrong entrance). We ordered a taxi instead and waited a good half an hour or so for it to arrive.
In that space of time we spotted a shabby, old looking man walking what appeared to be goats. Through the city centre. We waited for him to get closer so we could confirm our suspicion and they were indeed goats. Goats on leads. There were two of them I think. Maybe three. Just plodding along on a leisurely stroll with their eccentric owner.
We approached this strange man, thinking it was a good idea to ask if they really were goats (we needed a second opinion and we were drunk), and the guy gave us evils and said, quite angrily, "they're NOT GOATS. They're my dogs." He then scowled and walked off.
killaroo wrote:Pilch, I have been to a laser quest that had those "Star Wars" lasers, they were red. And they were awesome.
Sadly the place in glasgow is long gone
You're just saying that to strawberry float with me, right?
They were red.
[shifty eyes]What do you know?[/shifty eyes]
Not at all man. I wish I could relive that time at Laser Quest Epic doesn't do it justice.
Darkness, neon lights flashing, thick artificial smoke, metal blasting out, the heavy weight of the gun and pack on you...sweat pouring of me;adrenaline flowing through my veins.. why did it have to close
killaroo wrote:Darkness, neon lights flashing, thick artificial smoke, metal blasting out, the heavy weight of the gun and pack on you...sweat pouring of me;adrenaline flowing through my veins.. why did it have to close
Are you sure this wasn't a seedy Amsterdam brothel?