telly addicts edition
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Jordan Lewis
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Easton Brown
fuck shit larp fella, youd just ask your gf what she needed before leaving the hoose wuddnt ya
Cameron Jones
Wa wa wa waaa waaaaaaaaaaaa
Wa wa wa waaa waaaaaaaaaaaa
MONG BOY MONG BOY MONG BOY
SPASTICC
wa waaa
Juan Campbell
It might be a LARP but this is how women are.
She'll say "let's go shopping" when in reality she only wants one thing.
Brody Adams
Got rid of tv at young age ( around 14/15) after watching it nonstop, haven't really watched tv for six years, and can be boring watch netflix occasionally too. I would recommend, it's like cutting out junk and eating healthier, it sucks, but your body feels way better.
Parker Baker
me SCEA me mighty me stronnggg me the powerfulest fighter in thready me the hard man
waaaaa
Brayden Lopez
>thinks he's a big man after turning 20
You're a kid and I'd break your neck. Fuck off.
Cooper Gonzalez
nah this is just fucking unreasonable
i dont want to play this game anymore
Robert Mitchell
>The Unbearable Melancholy of Mr Blobby
As I sip at my fourth vodka gimlet overlooking the London skyline, I find myself yet again holding back the tears. Tonight marks the 27th anniversary of Mr Blobby, moronic mascot to the masses. And I miss it. I miss it so badly if I saw Noel again right now my tongue would dart so quickly up his arsehole trying to get him to cut me a break I'd be tasting his beard at the other end.
The cliches are all true. I am a trained Shakespearean actor. Well, I was I suppose you should say. "Barry Killerby, formerly Mr Blobby, commands the stage with dazzling erudition and forlorn dignity in this remarkable production of King Lear" - aye, I made my own bed and now I must sit in it. I haven't had acting work since 2012.
The internet is a Pandora's box. Back when the media intelligentsia had me as a poster child for their sneering hatred of all things plebeian, at least I could laugh it off as tomorrow's fish and chip paper. Not anymore. I Google and those awful gibes immediately greet me, a reminder that even at my most successful I was a fraud and a failure. So what does that make me now?
The suit. I still have the suit. It's stuffed in the hall cupboard below the boiler. Tonight when I get home I will try it on, as I do every anniversary, and relive my time as Mr Blobby. I will jump around the flat drunkenly dancing to my hit single on repeat. I will scream Blobby Blobby Blobby until the neighbours bang on the ceiling. Then I will wake up on the floor in the suit, the stench of sweat inside like stinking feet and burnt bacon, the material sticking to my skin; just like when I was in the spotlight again.
Suddenly I notice a handsome woman, must be early 40s, standing in front of me in her elegant black cocktail dress. "Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you - but don't I know you from somewhere?".
I knock back the dregs of my vodka gimlet and ask if she would like to join me for a drink.
Daniel Torres
>watches one joe rogan podcast
bit of netflix isn't bad before going bed, the fuck else are you gonna do at that time? done everything else in the day, time to unwind. Plus any social media is ''junk'' so is this place, reddit etc it's all shite for your mind.