tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66173559082484057182024-03-13T13:19:54.061+00:00Twi-sted EdbrellaThree thirty-something women and one hyper-verbal Nibbles, inappropriately obsessed with Twilight, blog about Twilight related crap. Yep, that about sums it up.Stanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12992304216999218512noreply@blogger.comBlogger287125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617355908248405718.post-23814276268304036022011-07-30T12:01:00.000+01:002011-07-30T12:01:40.491+01:00Brand New CFF Blog!<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">That's right people, we've set up a brand new blog purely dedicated to Community Fan Fic!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Walk this way...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.communityfanfic.blogspot.com/"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Community Fan Fic</span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong></div>Stanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12992304216999218512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617355908248405718.post-69403630085419561672011-07-27T21:00:00.000+01:002011-07-27T21:00:03.073+01:00The Locker Room<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Hey, it's the Wease here. Welcome to The Locker Room <span style="color: #e06666;">(Note from Stan ~ I wondered what that smell was...)</span> Edition of Community Fan Fiction. We've dusted off our "dirty thinking caps" because today we will be hosting a "Lisa-fied" version of CFF, which, of course, means ALL SLASH - ALL THE TIME!!</div><br />
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"What? Community Fan Fiction?" You say. "It's not Thursday!"<br />
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No, it's not, but today is 17ForeverLisa's birthday, and we've officially declared the day to be<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><strong>"Man-Love Wednesday!"</strong></span> <br />
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We all know how much Lisa enjoys reading a good slash fic...so pull on your jock straps, girls, and grab yourself *snicker* a "dirty thinking cap" and let's write some lemony goodness of the male variety!<br />
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</div>Ok, if you're new to CFF, this is how it works. We'll start you off with an opener, then everyone joins in to add whatever they like; a sentence, a paragraph - it's all good, but fill it with plenty of man-lovin' goodness in honour of Lisa's birthday! Oh! And keep coming back and joining in, it's definitely not a 'one-turn only' experience, the more the merrier!<br />
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There's only one rule in CFF, and we learnt this one from experience: leave a comment to say you're taking a turn before going to write your contribution, otherwise it can end up with multiple simultaneous postings and we lose our flow ;o).<br />
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</div><div align="left">If you haven't visited the other blogs involved in the celebrations, here's a full list - for clicking on while you wait between turns here of course ;o)</div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left">Batter Up <a href="http://www.rathgasm101.blogspot.com/">http://www.rathgasm101.blogspot.com/</a> </div><div align="left"><br />
Starting Pitch <a href="http://www.thecoldshower.wordpress.com/">http://www.thecoldshower.wordpress.com/</a></div><br />
HomeRun <a href="http://www.dangrdafne.blogspot.com/">http://www.dangrdafne.blogspot.com/</a><br />
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First Base <a href="http://www.robmusement.blogspot.com/">http://www.robmusement.blogspot.com/</a><br />
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Second Base <a href="http://www.twilightjunkiesanonymous.blogspot.com/">http://www.twilightjunkiesanonymous.blogspot.com/</a><br />
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Shortstop <a href="http://www.pattinsonpost.tumblr.com/">http://www.pattinsonpost.tumblr.com/</a><br />
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Third Base <a href="http://www.sotwired.blogspot.com/">http://www.sotwired.blogspot.com/</a><br />
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Home Plate <a href="http://www.twibite.blogspot.com/">http://www.twibite.blogspot.com/</a><br />
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Extra Innings w/Grand Slam <a href="http://www.tonguetwied.blogspot.com/">http://www.tonguetwied.blogspot.com/</a><br />
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The Dugout <a href="http://www.twikiwi.blogspot.com/">http://www.twikiwi.blogspot.com/</a><br />
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7th Inning Stretch <a href="http://www.robzsinger.blogspot.com/">http://www.robzsinger.blogspot.com/</a><br />
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The Beer Vendor <a href="http://www.musingbella.blogspot.com/">http://www.musingbella.blogspot.com/</a><br />
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The Outfield <a href="http://www.moondancewithrob.blogspot.com/">http://www.moondancewithrob.blogspot.com/</a><br />
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Derelicts Underneath the Bleachers <a href="http://www.twitarded.blogspot.com/">http://www.twitarded.blogspot.com/</a><br />
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The Press Box <a href="http://www.mamacougar.blogspot.com/">http://www.mamacougar.blogspot.com/</a> <br />
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The Locker Room <a href="http://www.edbrella.blogspot.com/">http://www.edbrella.blogspot.com/</a> <span style="color: #e06666;"><strong><--- You are here!</strong></span><br />
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Spring Training <a href="http://www.starlitviolets.blogspot.com/">http://www.starlitviolets.blogspot.com/</a><br />
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<div align="left">Ok, Hobags, here we go! Let's make this slashtastically epic! (Intro by <a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2144168/beckybrit">Becky</a>)</div><div align="left"><br />
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</div><div align="left">“Come on, Edward.” I think you can go get changed and join the rest of the team. </div><div align="left"><br />
</div>“Thanks coach.” I gingerly got up, not wanting another dizzy spell to park me back on my ass. As I straightened up, I was a little unsteady but nothing major. Getting a baseball to the head is a real bitch!<br />
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I walked slowly back to the locker room, smiling as I thought about how we'd just annihilated the other team. My pitching had been on fire, they just couldn't handle me today. Well, all but one of them anyway; Jasper Whitlock. He'd managed to hit a home run, the only one his team managed all game. I was almost certain it was because he'd distracted me when he stepped up to the plate. When he did his practice swings, I couldn't take my eyes off his muscles as they rippled under his tight uniform. His thighs were firm as they held him in position. What I wouldn't give to have them hold me in position.<br />
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I rounded the corner and stopped in my tracks. There, standing outside the guest team's changing room, was none other than Jasper Whitlock, in all his tight-assed glory. His eyes, roamed the length of my body, lingering over my crotch, before coming up to rest on my face. Fuck, he'd just been checking me out. I wondered if he was interested in playing another game with me and walked over to stand in front of him, holding out my hand for him to shake.<br />
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“"Hi, I'm Edward. I bat for the other team."<br />
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Well, techinically I <em>pitched</em>, but I hoped he'd get my meaning.<br />
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<strong><span style="color: #e06666;">And.....GO!</span></strong><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PAomB7aQNig/Ti_jV8j-aqI/AAAAAAAABmo/Jpo4wSMg6IU/s1600/LisaJerzee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PAomB7aQNig/Ti_jV8j-aqI/AAAAAAAABmo/Jpo4wSMg6IU/s1600/LisaJerzee.jpg" t$="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div>Stanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12992304216999218512noreply@blogger.com83tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617355908248405718.post-66566039338637349362011-03-04T17:02:00.001+00:002011-03-04T17:05:36.072+00:00Might as well finish the week with a Friday Fun Five!<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">You know, while we've got the place opened and airing, we might as well take advantage, don'tcha think?</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So here are five of my lovely questions to keep you busy for a while. Remember, answers in the comments section and I'll choose a winner when we're all done - if I remember, my brain is pretty shoddy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Okies, here we go:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #e06666;">2. You're strolling through Manhattan (as we all do from time to time) when the door of a limo stuck in traffic flies open and somebody drags you inside. Who is it and what happens next? ;o)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #e06666;">3. If you suddenly found yourself with money to burn, would you continue your life the same way i.e. marriage, job, homelife, etc, or would you change aspects of it?</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9rdd2u4Tn_8/TXEY_D-JFoI/AAAAAAAABmM/1Ra4UIV7hj8/s1600/beach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9rdd2u4Tn_8/TXEY_D-JFoI/AAAAAAAABmM/1Ra4UIV7hj8/s400/beach.jpg" width="330" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666;">Beach holidays perhaps???</span></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">4. You are visited by an angel. You are on a crossroads, one way means you can help many people and change the world for the better but you would be poor and struggling - although surrounded by loved ones. The other way means you get to live the high life with money, sex with beautiful people and mixing with the rich and famous but are racked with guilt, loneliness and will die alone. Which way do you take?</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #e06666;">Stan xx</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"></div>Stanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12992304216999218512noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617355908248405718.post-1268289142502044262011-03-03T10:06:00.002+00:002011-03-03T10:10:22.116+00:00Now Dusting off Community FanFic Thursday!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-s82-VQRoZ1w/TW9GAFIzw8I/AAAAAAAABl0/FEWE_EDL3v0/s1600/stewart-pattinson-embrace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-s82-VQRoZ1w/TW9GAFIzw8I/AAAAAAAABl0/FEWE_EDL3v0/s400/stewart-pattinson-embrace.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So, when TwiWeasel was the first one of us to post on here this year and you started to comment, it felt a little like that picture up there. You know, the one you're probably still looking at now instead of reading this *taps fingers impatiently waiting for everyone to catch up*. Ok, are you done deciding whether you'd rather be the Stew or the man kneeling behind Rob with a bird's eye view of his arse and his hands on his naked skin? Good, let's move on.</div><div align="center"></div><br />
So, it's been a while, but seeing as a few of you helped TwiWeasel blow some of the cobwebs away yesterday I thought we might as well lift the old Community FanFic tomes down from the shelf and see if we can write another chapter.<br />
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</div><div align="left"><span style="color: #e06666;">OK then, here we go!</span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><em> Edward pushed on the door, pausing for a moment when it didn't give at all before shoving it forcefully. It opened suddenly and he fell into the dark hallway, choking slightly on the cloud of dust that had billowed up as he hit the floor.</em></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><em> As his coughing subsided, he got to his feet and took a good look around. His heart grew heavy at the sight that met his eyes. The building that had once been so full of life and laughter - most of it dirty - now stood neglected.</em></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><em> Hearing a sudden sound from the kitchen, he moved along the hallway and nudged the door open. An unexpected sight met his eyes - Jasper! And he was naked, a fluffy white rooster under his arm.</em></div><div style="text-align: left;"><em> "Jas!" gasped Edward, his eyes roaming over his former friend and fuck-buddy's lean. yet muscled body. "Man, that's some magnificent Silkie cock you have there. Can I stroke it?" he asked, his attention caught by the rooster.</em></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><em> "All this time Edward, and the first thing you're asking for a feel of my cock?" Jasper was shocked at his friend's reaction....</em></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #e06666;">So - who's next? Remember to post to say if you're going next so we don't have multiples!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #e06666;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-xCC_u2GpILI/TW9njL-FpyI/AAAAAAAABl8/O8y4Fgh3Jro/s1600/Jackson-Rathbone-Jasper-Hale-shirtless-jackson-rathbone-and-ashley-greene-9932770-560-369.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="253" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-xCC_u2GpILI/TW9njL-FpyI/AAAAAAAABl8/O8y4Fgh3Jro/s400/Jackson-Rathbone-Jasper-Hale-shirtless-jackson-rathbone-and-ashley-greene-9932770-560-369.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">"Hey, Stan, can I put my pants back on now?"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666;">Not yet, we haven't finished with you! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666;"> I hate impatient men *tut*</span></div>Stanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12992304216999218512noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617355908248405718.post-17685541475067619412011-03-02T19:05:00.000+00:002011-03-02T19:05:03.178+00:00Hello? Anybody Here?<div>Holy Crap!! Edbrella Towers is a fucking mess! There's cobwebs and dust all over the place! Damn! Of course, it's not like anyone's been here for months, so it makes sense. Let me apologize for the long absence...Life got busy! Between all of us here, we have like 50 kids (Ka-Ching!!) not to mention that we do actually have real lives! Cut us some slack!</div><br />
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<div></div>Ok, I'm done making excuses...<br />
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<div>Let's see what's up?</div><br />
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<div></div>Well, for starters, Chimpsten is finally back home after a long visit to the States!<br />
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Welcome back, Whore! We missed ya!!<br />
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<div>I can't necessarily answer for the others, but I've been doing <em>a lot</em> of reading lately. Not so much that the kids aren't getting fed regularly, but enough that they may have to go ahead and wear that ratty pair of underwear, waaaaaaay in the back of the drawer, because that's the <em>only </em>clean pair they can find.</div><div></div><br />
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<div>Wanna know what I'm reading? Of course you do!</div><br />
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<div>Elusively Yours <a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5942709">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5942709</a><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">(Note from Stan ~ *coughing through the dust* Excellent choice, ho! I'm so close to 600 reviews too *bats eyelashes at prospective reader/reviewers*)</span></div><div></div><br />
<div>Dark Wolves and Vampire Delights <a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6413373">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6413373</a><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">(Another excellent choice, jeez, you'll be recc'ing Jasper fics next to excite us all!)</span></div><div></div><br />
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<div>All 17 entries of the Dirty Talking Jasper Contest <a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2651284/dirtytalkingjasper">http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2651284/dirtytalkingjasper</a><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">(Like I said...)</span></div><br />
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<div></div>That should be enough to tide you over. For a while...<br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">Erm...an Edbrella post with no pic of Rob? I don't think so Wease!</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-n3ao-95PcHM/TW6R64DmPdI/AAAAAAAABlw/2i0LRFhJx3c/s1600/00aa+1730.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-n3ao-95PcHM/TW6R64DmPdI/AAAAAAAABlw/2i0LRFhJx3c/s400/00aa+1730.jpg" width="368" /></a></div><div align="center"></div>TwiWeaselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268537341656794886noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617355908248405718.post-89110273150972342010-12-23T17:39:00.016+00:002010-12-24T09:29:23.224+00:00Its the Festive Friday Fun Five Ho Ho Ho's<div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Wow, well hey, hello, how are you? It's a little dusty in here...someone's not been keeping up with the housekeeping! I'm saying nothing...I hate dusting...only when you can write in it do I deign to get the polish and a cloth out...or if I have visitors then I go mental. If they're good friends or family...meh! They're used to it...but I digress....<br /></div><br /><p align="left"><br /></p><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553948556435960466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TROWyTcospI/AAAAAAAABgA/s9FypeorPl0/s400/imagesCAPLBGXO.jpg" border="0" /> Here I am, newly dusted off!!<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Oooo it's a </span><span style="color:#3333ff;">Festive Friday Fun Five...</span><br /></p><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><div align="left"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553949021467172082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TROXNX0t3PI/AAAAAAAABgI/XvweyUHeRp0/s400/Ad-Demo.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">Ooooo can we go there on Fridays please?!<br /></p><br /><p align="left"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Um so it's been a while...there's been a few up and downs, goings on and a general malaise amongst us to do with blogging. It's not that we don't love Rob or the others, we do but...life goes on and some of us have been writing or baking or just being really, really busy at work. We're all looking forward to BD part 1 and we can't wait for WFE but somehow we've all kinda shifted a little. Not exactly moved on but sorta side stepped a wee bit, a kind of hiatus if you like. But I'm sure we will pop up from time to time and post something so please...keep your alerts on, check back, poke us on FB to see what's happening....so to the questions...</span> </p><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553949829316237202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TROX8ZS8V5I/AAAAAAAABgQ/0scOZ967cK8/s400/062707_Wee_Closeup.JPG" border="0" /> Sigh, we've just been a little down or busy<br /><br /></p><br /><p align="left"><span style="color:#6600cc;">1) What is the worst Christmas present you have ever received?</span> </p><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553950452766583490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TROYgr1FqsI/AAAAAAAABgY/jwJZkjojkgM/s400/972421-holts-de-icer-aerosol-can-600ml.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Yep this is officially the worst gift I EVER got...thanks Uncle Lol<br /></div><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">2) What do you usually do on Christmas Day? Do you have a family traditions you carry out and if so what are they?</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TROZwN_nXPI/AAAAAAAABgg/-4jjp9SG9uk/s1600/cactus+head.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553951819147205874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TROZwN_nXPI/AAAAAAAABgg/-4jjp9SG9uk/s400/cactus%2Bhead.bmp" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"></a>We all liked to gather round and stick cactii on our heads<br /><br /><br /></p><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><p align="left"><span style="color:#6600cc;">3) What would make your perfect Christmas? Go wild, it doesn't have to be real and there are noooooo recriminations!</span> </p><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TROfEljeMlI/AAAAAAAABgw/i8KUXn3urGI/s1600/santarob.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553957666627138130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TROfEljeMlI/AAAAAAAABgw/i8KUXn3urGI/s400/santarob.png" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"></a>Well he would make it pretty perfect hehe<br /><br /></p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TROfEgZ23SI/AAAAAAAABgo/hV1BcWQQ91U/s1600/snowrob.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553957665244634402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TROfEgZ23SI/AAAAAAAABgo/hV1BcWQQ91U/s400/snowrob.bmp" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><br /></a>I could really use him about now, bloody snow!<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">4) Ok you have received a truly hideous gift from your Twilight/True Blood love God, you really cannot stand this present, do you (a) regift it and hope they never find out, even though you all hang with the same people or (b) hide it and just drag it out whenever they're around?</span> </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553961911558157586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TROi7rJ5NRI/AAAAAAAABhA/oebMjZ40gU8/s400/girl-unhappy-with-present-de.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">I don't look happy do I? What did he get me?<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553959594227302098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TROg0ybKftI/AAAAAAAABg4/mMG5d9GM_A0/s400/pinkspandexericchristmas.JPG" border="0" /><br />Perhaps a cartoonized self portrait Xmas card of him </p><br /><p align="center">(I'd much rather see a photograph of Eric in pink spandex...sigh, that would be something to treasure lol)<br /></p><br /><br /><p align="left"></p><br /><p align="left"><span style="color:#6600cc;">5) How do you use up those Christmas leftovers? LOL well I wonder about these things!</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></p><br /><br /><p align="left"></p><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TROkc8JF9iI/AAAAAAAABhI/vsdVlz6hOdE/s1600/leftovers.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553963582565512738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TROkc8JF9iI/AAAAAAAABhI/vsdVlz6hOdE/s400/leftovers.bmp" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"></a></p><br /><p align="center">Give em to this guy obviously!<br /><br /><br /></p><br /><p align="left"><span style="color:#6600cc;">6) Do you have any New Years Resolutions? What are they and do you think you can do it? Or if you'd rather not say they're resolutions, have you decided to have a go at something or change something in 2011?</span> </p><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553963956214999650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TROkysGEqmI/AAAAAAAABhQ/C5sFCaHSZuM/s400/calvin-hobbes-new-years-resolutions.jpg" border="0" /> I love Calvin & Hobbs and this goes for all of you, I love you all the way you are, you're perfect!<br /><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Well that's it...if you'd like the FFF to continue then I won't say it will be every week but I don't mind doing the odd one and I'll email whoever wins and get them to send me the questions if I can get hold of them...</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span>Couple of housekeeping things....Take care over the holidays, no drinking and driving..you know what they say....<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TROlZfzxofI/AAAAAAAABhY/vuuZp9gpipY/s1600/true_blood_ver3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553964622931927538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TROlZfzxofI/AAAAAAAABhY/vuuZp9gpipY/s400/true_blood_ver3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Merry Christmas you lovely ho bags, have a fantastic time and a Happy New Year to all!</span><br /><br /></p><br /></span>NibbleitPattinsonakaNebilethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00120309952006849278noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617355908248405718.post-62114223964646582882010-11-19T08:17:00.005+00:002010-11-19T08:26:50.679+00:00Friday Fun Five is back...and so am I. They keep leaving the door open. Just sayin'.<br />
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We're starting with a clean slate this week. I know you know the rules, but just in case there are some newbies, this is how it works. There will be five random questions, and you will type your answers in the Comments. Don't be shy. Yes, that's a house rule ;) Early next week, someone will be chosen as the winner. That person will pick out the questions for the next FFF and email them to Stan or Nibbles. Easy, right? Right.<br />
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Just for shits and giggles, I'm going to put a little spin on it today. Cue the music, please.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">"Ladies, let's meet our lucky bachelor...Robert Pattinson!"</div><div style="text-align: center;">*claps, cheers, whistles*</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TOYekyFPYrI/AAAAAAAABlA/M9sDMGZzYn8/s1600/TR-SAEI-059.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TOYekyFPYrI/AAAAAAAABlA/M9sDMGZzYn8/s400/TR-SAEI-059.jpg" width="198" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Rob, behind this computer screen are three <strike>crazy h00rs</strike> lovely ladies who want to <strike>hump</strike> date you. You will get to ask five questions and then pick one of them to take <strike>home to meet Kristen</strike> on a date. Ready with your questions, Rob?"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">*nervous laugh*<br />
"I think so, Lisa."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">*grabs his <strike>ass</strike> shoulder and gives it a squeeze* <br />
"Never think, Rob. It will only make you more nervous."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">"Bachelorette #1. </span><span style="color: red;">What was your first pet, </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">and what is/was its name."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TOYtzUsnfOI/AAAAAAAABlY/h7jLtUG2GgA/s1600/dog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TOYtzUsnfOI/AAAAAAAABlY/h7jLtUG2GgA/s1600/dog.jpg" /></a></div><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: red;">"Bachelorette #3. I love the quote used in Remember Me </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">(and Lisa thinks I look really hot in a white linen shirt). </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">What is one of your favorite quotes from a movie?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TOYerzk-LpI/AAAAAAAABlM/utiyXrwlSD4/s1600/Fave+Quote.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TOYerzk-LpI/AAAAAAAABlM/utiyXrwlSD4/s400/Fave+Quote.png" width="325" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Bachelorette #2. Who would you like to see as my next co-star?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">(Sorry! Lisa says it can't be you.)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kate Beckinsale</td></tr>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Bachelorette #1. I hear Jumping Rob is quite a hit. *blushes*</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">What situation would you put him in that you haven't seen already?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TOYe0BizFdI/AAAAAAAABlU/osMaJdxR0Ic/s1600/Jumping+Rob+x3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TOYe0BizFdI/AAAAAAAABlU/osMaJdxR0Ic/s400/Jumping+Rob+x3.jpg" width="332" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Bachelorette #2. Does size really matter?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TOYeu7egSfI/AAAAAAAABlQ/6qYXH9IoQi0/s1600/Great+Peen+Debate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="258" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TOYeu7egSfI/AAAAAAAABlQ/6qYXH9IoQi0/s400/Great+Peen+Debate.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Time's up, Rob. We're going to go to commercial, and when we come back, you'll tell us who the lucky <strike>bitch</strike> winner is."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thanks for tuning in!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://17foreverlisa.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">17foreverlisa</span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Stanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12992304216999218512noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617355908248405718.post-57982816625142514812010-11-17T23:08:00.002+00:002010-11-18T12:05:01.684+00:00The Return of Community Fanfic!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TORc-b4UViI/AAAAAAAABk0/UVnGLrGTX3c/s1600/37102851.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TORc-b4UViI/AAAAAAAABk0/UVnGLrGTX3c/s400/37102851.jpg" width="272" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666;">"That's right ladies, the nob on the Rob is so big, that this is the only way I can stand comfortably."</span></div><div align="center"></div>Heeeeey! It's been a while, but since you were all good enough to come and ogle Rob's Nob with us, courtesy of TwiWeasel, I thought it might be nice to get the old Thursday CFF out again.<br />
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Come and join in, don't be shy! Hmm, this possibly warrants an ode of its own.<br />
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There once was a gaggle of ho's<br />
Who liked to practice their prose<br />
They start off quite clean<br />
But get more obscene<br />
The longer the story goes<br />
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Ok, I have a special request for a spot of slash this week from our lovely Becky, author of <a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6413373/1/Dark_Wolves_and_Vampire_Delights">Dark Wolves & Vampire Delights</a>, go and read & review, it's fab!<br />
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</div>Ok, so here goes...<br />
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"I don't know, Edward. It's just not sounding right." My best friend Jasper put his guitar down on the bed next to him and lay down, frustrated. We'd been practicing our latest song for the past hour and a half, and were getting nowhere.<br />
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The door flew open, banging back against the wall. Filling the doorway was my brother, Emmett. The necks of three beer bottles clutched between the massive fingers of one hand. He was grinning widely, and I didn't doubt that was down to the fact that he had his other hand on the waist of some gorgeous blonde I didn't recognise. Although that could have been because I couldn't keep my eyes off her tits. Hey! Don't judge! They were virtually uncovered anyway, her plunging tight top leaving just about nothing to the imagination.<br />
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"Dude, don't you ever knock?" Jasper sniped at him, taking his frustrations about how the rehearsal was going, out on Emmett. Em laughed. The beers in his hand were obviously not the first he'd had.<br />
"Why? Am I interrupting something?" He looked at Jas again, taking in his reclined position on the bed. "Aah! I get it, Edward here was about to give you a blow job! Am I right?"<br />
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I cringed.<br />
"Fuck you, Em." I was uncomfortable with his ongoing jokes about Jasper and I, not least because that's where my thoughts had been a lot recently, and I was shit-scared and more than a little uncomfortable with it. Men weren't my thing, they never had been. Since my split with Bella though, Jas had been really good to me. I was sure I'd seen him looking at me differently more than once, but I'd quickly disspelled it.<br />
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"Oh well then," Emmett said, turning to the girl in his arms. "Irina, maybe you'd like to help Jas here out?"<br />
"Sure, honey," she told him, smiling widely at him with her dazzling white teeth. I backed away from the bed, unable to keep the discomfort from my face. Jas caught my eye and gave me one of <em>those </em>looks again. I hadn't imagined them at all, I knew I hadn't. Em came to stand by me and handed me a beer. I took a deep drink from the bottle, urging the cold liquid to cool the heat of embarrassment creeping across my cheeks. I didn't think I'd ever get used to this aspect of life in a successful band. <br />
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Emmett pointed and laughed as Irina unbuttoned Jas's jeans and pulled his already hard cock out. My eyes were drawn to it. As much as I tried to avert my eyes, I couldn't. I felt someone watching me. Him again. <br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">Ok hobags, take it and run! Do with it what you will!</span><br />
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(NSFW)<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:large;color:red;"><strong>100% All Beef Thermometer</strong></span></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TOGxdNbl-RI/AAAAAAAABkA/SOwWOBnrfH4/s1600/66583_153721051331180_100000798591712_237281_3286814_n.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TOGxdNbl-RI/AAAAAAAABkA/SOwWOBnrfH4/s320/66583_153721051331180_100000798591712_237281_3286814_n.jpg" width="320" height="213" px="true" /></a></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#00cccc;">Trouser Snake</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:medium;color:#330099;">Purple Headed Yogurt Slinger</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:yellow;">Man Meat</span></div><div align="center"></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TOGxulYykaI/AAAAAAAABkE/ucosWdrzS6k/s1600/152050386.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TOGxulYykaI/AAAAAAAABkE/ucosWdrzS6k/s320/152050386.jpg" width="320" height="211" px="true" /></a></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>Schlong</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:x-small;color:#009900;">Dong</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;">Junk</span> </div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TOGx7zNeCII/AAAAAAAABkI/6SjVdSuswPo/s1600/152050785.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TOGx7zNeCII/AAAAAAAABkI/6SjVdSuswPo/s320/152050785.jpg" width="320" height="169" px="true" /></a></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;">Pecker</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:large;color:#00cccc;">Willy</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:medium;color:#ff9966;">Johnson</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TOGyEnO89QI/AAAAAAAABkM/h5uhI19FfTk/s1600/152051254.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TOGyEnO89QI/AAAAAAAABkM/h5uhI19FfTk/s320/152051254.jpg" width="320" height="184" px="true" /></a></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:large;color:#33ff33;">Anaconda</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">Baby Arm</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:large;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>Pudding Thrower</em></strong></span></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TOGyOsjLa-I/AAAAAAAABkQ/5c0sHktn7Cg/s1600/152396376.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TOGyOsjLa-I/AAAAAAAABkQ/5c0sHktn7Cg/s320/152396376.jpg" width="320" height="262" px="true" /></a></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:large;color:red;">Balony Pony</span></div><span style="font-size:xx-small;color:#ffffcc;">r</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Peter</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:large;color:#cc33cc;">Dick</span><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TOGyrT_siEI/AAAAAAAABkY/uUVBAYHJcUo/s1600/36642_110371179010300_100001122567780_73412_2289454_n.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TOGyrT_siEI/AAAAAAAABkY/uUVBAYHJcUo/s320/36642_110371179010300_100001122567780_73412_2289454_n.jpg" width="320" height="206" px="true" /></a></div></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:silver;">One Eyed Willy</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:large;color:yellow;"><strong><em>Cock</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Sausage</span></div><div align="center"></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TOG2jiMI-EI/AAAAAAAABkw/BvVHGv1E5GQ/s1600/green.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TOG2jiMI-EI/AAAAAAAABkw/BvVHGv1E5GQ/s1600/green.jpg" px="true" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:medium;color:red;"><strong><em>Mule</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;">Peter</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:xx-small;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Spicy Pepperoni</strong></span></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TOGzJtKXUtI/AAAAAAAABkg/SG3Yi0Skbic/s1600/37388_110104119037006_100001122567780_72245_218363_n.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TOGzJtKXUtI/AAAAAAAABkg/SG3Yi0Skbic/s320/37388_110104119037006_100001122567780_72245_218363_n.jpg" width="320" height="317" px="true" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:large;color:#ffff66;">Steel Shaft</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;">Maleness</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;color:#00cccc;">Manhood</span></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TOG0IYhVeWI/AAAAAAAABkk/H4vB8e57RSA/s1600/crotch.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TOG0IYhVeWI/AAAAAAAABkk/H4vB8e57RSA/s320/crotch.jpg" width="284" height="320" px="true" /></a></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"><strong>Rockstar</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:large;color:#cc33cc;"><strong><em>Disco Stick</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:large;color:#336666;">Rod</span></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TOG0aMfKeII/AAAAAAAABko/kcwgpRar6pk/s1600/s640x48014.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TOG0aMfKeII/AAAAAAAABko/kcwgpRar6pk/s320/s640x48014.jpg" width="320" height="213" px="true" /></a></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;"><em>Peen</em></span></div><br /><div align="center">OK, so "ode" might be pushing it a little too far.</div><br /><div align="center">*shrug*</div><br /><div align="center">But, I know for a fact that these are not the only slang words for penis.</div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Tell me more...in the comments.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TOG1GOE8eGI/AAAAAAAABks/ffVDHBOhFdk/s1600/x2_2b7946f.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TOG1GOE8eGI/AAAAAAAABks/ffVDHBOhFdk/s320/x2_2b7946f.jpg" width="225" height="320" px="true" /></a></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Pic courtesy of those dirty ho's at <a href="http://www.robmaniporn.blogspot.com/">RobManiPorn</a></div>TwiWeaselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268537341656794886noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617355908248405718.post-39029865686184042592010-10-30T00:00:00.009+01:002010-10-30T00:20:55.662+01:00Friday Fun Five Guest HostThat's right, kidz. The gang at Edbrella handed over the keys and let me drive this week. You should put your seatbelt on.<br />
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Last week, Dangrdafne from <strong><a href="http://dangrdafne.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: red;">Dangrdafne Days of Delirium</span></a></strong> picked Kassie from <a href="http://twilightjunkiesanonymous.blogspot.com/"><strong><span style="color: red;">Twilight Junkies Anonymous</span></strong></a> as the winner. Congrats, Kassie! Here we go with her questions.<br />
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1) If you were stranded on a desert island and could only bring three things with you what would you bring? Yes Rob is an option.<br />
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Thank you for not taking away the only option! For those of you who know me, this will come as no surprise.<br />
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</div><div align="center">1 - ROB</div><div align="center">2 - GUITAR</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">3 - READING MATERIAL</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When we get rescued, I will have talked him into playing Fifty </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">in the movie adaptation. You can thank me now, girlz.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>2) What is your favorite guilty pleasure? It can be anything crazy music, strange tv show, food, fanfic... anything at all.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">VERY, <em>VERY</em> GUILTY PLEASURE<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">3) What was your favorite school subject growing up?</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">ATHLETES. I STUDIED THEM HARD.<br />
(She said that.)<br />
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4) If you could have any car, money being no object, what would you choose?</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">THIS CAR. THIS DRIVER.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That's right, <a href="http://twibite.blogspot.com/"><strong><span style="color: red;">Mrs. P</span></strong></a>, someone got cropped out ;)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>5) A genie grants you one wish, what would you wish for... and it can't be more wishes.<br />
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<div align="center">A HAPPILY EVER AFTER</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TMtPLOr-GOI/AAAAAAAABj8/EthNbjYMTzc/s1600/Robsten+Wedding+Photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TMtPLOr-GOI/AAAAAAAABj8/EthNbjYMTzc/s320/Robsten+Wedding+Photo.jpg" width="319" /></a></div><div align="center"><span id="goog_1679080733"></span><span id="goog_1679080734"></span></div><div align="center">He doesn't belong to me. Just sayin'.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"><br />
Thanks, Edbrella, for having me as a guest host. Glad I could help out. Thanks, Kassie, for the great questions. Tonight is also Drunk Mad Libs. So grab your favorite drink and join us at 8:30 pm CST <a href="http://drunkmadlibs.blogspot.com/"><strong><span style="color: red;">here</span></strong></a>. Happy Friday!!<br />
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Lisa from <a href="http://17foreverlisa.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: red;"><strong>17 forever</strong></span></a></div></div>Stanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12992304216999218512noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617355908248405718.post-51002447573473849042010-10-21T18:42:00.016+01:002010-10-22T10:00:57.631+01:00DangrDafne Does It Again...the FFF that is!<div align="center">Hello, hello, yes its Friday again, its crept up on us and hit us with a mallet again....sooooo I picked the loverly and charming DD as winner of last weeks FFF and here she is...ain't she a peach! </div>
<br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530566907399352098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TMCFTNIRryI/AAAAAAAABeo/RKKDP_bqQxI/s400/Daphne_Blake_by_badassk9.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="color:#cc0000;">Looking goooood Daphs!
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<br />So without further ado its over to Daphs....( <span style="color:#cc0000;">as always any comments I make are in red and I blame cold remedy for whatever follows</span>) <span style="color:#cc0000;">ahem Daphs? </span>
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<br />I am going thought provoking this time around and really getting to know people: <span style="color:#cc0000;">(Oh Lord...my brain hurts already! Hehe only kidding...and away we go....</span>
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<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530569182277901906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TMCHXntlnlI/AAAAAAAABew/cFMLXiF2u8I/s400/30857_124428824255638_100000655641570_172922_6134606_n.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="color:#cc0000;">No? I can't go now? I have to anser the questions...damn ok</span>
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<br />1) Do you have a vacation you take or have taken every year (or often)? Where do/did you go? <span style="color:#cc0000;">(Robert Pattinsons bedroom....everytime I close my eyes, er or Alex Skarsgards, um Jakspers, n</span><span style="color:#cc0000;">o Kellans, no Tom Hardy's...hangs head...Imma ho!)</span>
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<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TMCKJTbj8AI/AAAAAAAABe4/zHCby_HJJyQ/s1600/Picture+152.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530572234850299906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TMCKJTbj8AI/AAAAAAAABe4/zHCby_HJJyQ/s400/Picture+152.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#cc0000;">Good old British countryside</span>
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<br />2) What is your current occupation/job? Why? Do you like it? <span style="color:#cc0000;">(Oh. mah. gawwwd, this one may take me awhile)</span></p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TMCOVwhurxI/AAAAAAAABfQ/K4Q2_Xw9gRA/s1600/trust_me_im_a_medical_secretary_mousepad-p144569644397749954trak_400.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530576846865739538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TMCOVwhurxI/AAAAAAAABfQ/K4Q2_Xw9gRA/s400/trust_me_im_a_medical_secretary_mousepad-p144569644397749954trak_400.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">
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<br /></a><span style="color:#cc0000;">Yeeeeessss, trust me....mwahahahahahaaaaa</span>
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<br />3) What is on your bedside table? <span style="color:#cc0000;">(Thank the Precious One she didn't ask whats in my bedside table drawer!!!!!)</span>
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<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530581307740423202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TMCSZalIhCI/AAAAAAAABfg/Ri0kNXNU7Bg/s400/mike-bedside-table.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="color:#cc0000;">Pffft I did take a picture of my actual bedside table...its way messier & has more books around it but my stupid phone wouldn't connect to the computer....</span>
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<br />4) What would be the title of your Biography? <span style="color:#cc0000;">(Dayum Daphers, I already said my brain hurt)</span> </p><p align="center">
<br /></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530582689743176274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TMCTp28RAlI/AAAAAAAABfo/PL4MTszX8KA/s400/why.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#cc0000;">Hmmm short, straight to the point....I like it!</span>
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<br /></p><p align="left">5) If you could have personally witnessed one event in history, what would you want to have seen? <span style="color:#cc0000;">(This one could also take awhile...sigh...like I'm not wordy enough...)</span>
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<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530585642872682002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TMCWVwNNNhI/AAAAAAAABfw/us7PoZgellA/s400/bill+%26+Ted.bmp" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Yes...that's me, the blonde on the left...honest!</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Well DD, you have certainly given us all food for thought...or headaches, I'm not sure yet but I'm really interested to see what people put....so all you lurking ho's, get out here and answer!!! Also be sure to check bag for the winner, if you get picked email me Nibbles, your questions asap!!</span></p><p align="left">What???? No picture of Rob this week....god, you're all so needy!</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530589113116916082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TMCZfv35-XI/AAAAAAAABf4/KetWu5p93fw/s400/bitelip.bmp" border="0" /> Satisifed?
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It's pretty serious.... </div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TLdvpU_tVII/AAAAAAAABdw/BtjzcKhDhd0/s1600/ferris+bueller.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528009823421813890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TLdvpU_tVII/AAAAAAAABdw/BtjzcKhDhd0/s400/ferris+bueller.bmp" /><br /><p align="center"></a>Yeah Like She said!</p><br /><p align="left">Actually We (Team Edbrella) forgot...the person that won (who was it again?) didn't get in touch with any of us and well anyway so we have no one to do the FFF.....or do we?</p><p align="left">In the words of Dani....who you gonna call? Nibbles!!!!! Yes I volunteered to think up some questions and throw a few pictures together!</p><p align="left"></p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TLdwyvR-C5I/AAAAAAAABd4/OAhMphoihIg/s1600/Nibbles+Scarlett.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528011084608179090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TLdwyvR-C5I/AAAAAAAABd4/OAhMphoihIg/s400/Nibbles+Scarlett.jpg" /><br /><p align="center"></a>and here I am...yeah right, someone sent me this the other day as a representation of my nickname Scarlett...I did once have black hair but I kinda looked like Alice Coopers daughter...not a good look! So following on from that....</p><br /><p align="left">1) Do you have any hair disaster tales? If so do tell, if you can link photographic proof to your answer then please don't let me hold you back...hehe</p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TLdx1Gaip_I/AAAAAAAABeA/qOD_PD8pSvw/s1600/bad+hair.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528012224689514482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TLdx1Gaip_I/AAAAAAAABeA/qOD_PD8pSvw/s400/bad+hair.bmp" /></a> Yup, that stylist needs seriously spanking with a curling iron for the little Lord Fauntleroy look!</p><br /><p align="left">2) We all adore Rob (well the majority of us do) but have you got a pop/rock star/musician (not Rob Lisa or Jackson, Mrs P) that you fancy the bejeebers out of? Who is it?.....don't be embarrassed, let it all out...</p><p align="center"><u><span style="color:#0000ff;"></span></u><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TLdykm0XeWI/AAAAAAAABeI/XO534Ns36aQ/s1600/Dave+Grohl.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528013040841619810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TLdykm0XeWI/AAAAAAAABeI/XO534Ns36aQ/s400/Dave+Grohl.bmp" /></p><p align="center"></a>Oh Dave...in the the words of the Troggs (60's band) Wild thing, I think I love you</p><br /><p align="left">3) I love horror films, I don't know what it is about them but I can watch Zombie films forever and a day, but I have a secret....um (looks around) sometimes I think, you know, this shit could happen and I wonder how I would survive...I actually have a Zombie survival plan...yup I'm weird I know. So in the event that you were ever in a major disaster, zombies, aliens taking over the world, Jurassic Park, zombie bunnies, er Vampires (bad ones) trying to get you how do you think you would survive? Have you got the edge, the nerve to keep your shit together, save yourself and your family?<br /></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TLd1xq5XYkI/AAAAAAAABeQ/QKXqaXH4rQ0/s1600/zombie+bunny+guy.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528016563809509954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TLd1xq5XYkI/AAAAAAAABeQ/QKXqaXH4rQ0/s400/zombie+bunny+guy.bmp" /></a> I feel zombie rabbit stew coming on!</p><br /><p align="left">4) Hairy guys! I like hairy guys not like the dudes with the werewolf thing going on but I like hairy chests, like Robs. I'm not saying I wouldn't wanna press myself up against Kellan's or Jakspers hairless chesticles but I like something to run my fingers through...which way do you swing...hairy or non hairy?</p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TLd5Orq6rKI/AAAAAAAABeY/y8LpwbpiE3k/s1600/Robert-Pattinson-shirtless1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528020360768433314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TLd5Orq6rKI/AAAAAAAABeY/y8LpwbpiE3k/s400/Robert-Pattinson-shirtless1.jpg" /></a> Oh me oh my, just let me follow that happy, hairy trail (fans self)<br /></p><br /><p align="left">5) Horses Arse! Time to make you think...pick a song that reminds you of me or describes me, for those ho bags that don't know me yet, just guess, give it a go, she who dares wins Rodders! (For you foreign types, I'm sort of quoting Del Boy from Only Fools and Horses, classic British comedy!!)</p><p align="left"></p><p><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GTwJo0HeNmU?fs=1&hl=en_GB"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GTwJo0HeNmU?fs=1&hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></p><p>Hehe, couldn't post the actual video as GreenDay have protected it but this is what I'd pick for myself lol</p><p>Have fun ho-lio's, catch you on the flip side xx</p><p>Ps...I went shopping for a wedding outfit the other day...I got one but I picked up a great necklace and brooch set...hehe</p><p></p><br /><p></p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TLd_rU38gCI/AAAAAAAABeg/o1B_Ge_Ki7A/s1600/spider+necklace.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528027449935036450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TLd_rU38gCI/AAAAAAAABeg/o1B_Ge_Ki7A/s400/spider+necklace.jpg" /><br /><p align="center"></a>Oh yeah and I am wearing to the wedding even if it is in some real fucking expensive place opposite Windsor Castle...in the words of Futurama's Bender, they can bite my shiny metal ass!<br /></p>NibbleitPattinsonakaNebilethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00120309952006849278noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617355908248405718.post-55194461054856448832010-10-11T07:00:00.002+01:002010-10-11T08:25:47.069+01:00Missing In Action...<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TLH0tyAwDSI/AAAAAAAABcY/Zry_I1wsZq8/s1600/omg.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526467285116521762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 379px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TLH0tyAwDSI/AAAAAAAABcY/Zry_I1wsZq8/s400/omg.bmp" border="0" /></a> </div><br />Hey ho bags, you may or may not have noticed I've not been around...I've been busy with work and have had some issues to sort out with someone. Don't really want to talk about it but I know a couple of people have been wondering what's going on with me...I'm doing ok, getting there and all that.<br /><br />Well this weekend I decided to pop on to FB and there was a picture of Rob that I thought, ooo hello, the ho's may like this. That got me looking through some other stuff and it made me wanna say hi on blogger, seeing as I haven't really done anything on here for a while.<br /><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TLH182lrw-I/AAAAAAAABcg/cSwnHW1xUuo/s1600/37188_156739817691452_100000663038252_319464_2898076_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526468643554837474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TLH182lrw-I/AAAAAAAABcg/cSwnHW1xUuo/s400/37188_156739817691452_100000663038252_319464_2898076_n.jpg" border="0" /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TLH182lrw-I/AAAAAAAABcg/cSwnHW1xUuo/s1600/37188_156739817691452_100000663038252_319464_2898076_n.jpg"></a><br /><div align="center">This was said picture that lured me back to blogger<br /><br /></div><br />I gotta admit, I have tried to read all the emails but can't keep up sometimes but I love that so many of you have fell down the True Blood rabbit hole...I adore Alex Skarsgard (still love you though Rob) and need to keep up with season 3, still haven't watched them all Mary!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TLH55lLBk4I/AAAAAAAABco/NsieVcq2LBw/s1600/alex-skarsgard.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526472985386521474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TLH55lLBk4I/AAAAAAAABco/NsieVcq2LBw/s400/alex-skarsgard.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>So does long haired Eric do it for you?<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TLH6clTQSzI/AAAAAAAABcw/hRNj5JxUGKs/s1600/tumblr_l9a61cuHfG1qdj1too1_500.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526473586716461874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TLH6clTQSzI/AAAAAAAABcw/hRNj5JxUGKs/s400/tumblr_l9a61cuHfG1qdj1too1_500.jpg" border="0" /></p></a><p align="center">Or do you prefer short haired Alex?<br /></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TLH60MqGsTI/AAAAAAAABc4/KngnMgHG7-k/s1600/alex_skarsgard_details_may_2010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526473992418275634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TLH60MqGsTI/AAAAAAAABc4/KngnMgHG7-k/s400/alex_skarsgard_details_may_2010.jpg" border="0" /></a> Or dark haired Alex?<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TLH8TVQ9RmI/AAAAAAAABdI/EzMp_9BOdGk/s1600/laid+eric.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526475626816292450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TLH8TVQ9RmI/AAAAAAAABdI/EzMp_9BOdGk/s400/laid+eric.bmp" border="0" /></a>Maybe laid back Eric<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TLH7vbuTFQI/AAAAAAAABdA/JwX-qNpdkbU/s1600/Alex+skars.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526475010074678530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TLH7vbuTFQI/AAAAAAAABdA/JwX-qNpdkbU/s400/Alex+skars.bmp" border="0" /></a> laid back semi nekkid Alex?</p><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TLH9A2gMhaI/AAAAAAAABdQ/ivD9J0Zg5Pg/s1600/Alex-alexander-skarsgard-7351587-500-751.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526476408832689570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TLH9A2gMhaI/AAAAAAAABdQ/ivD9J0Zg5Pg/s400/Alex-alexander-skarsgard-7351587-500-751.jpg" border="0" /></a>Walking tall Alex?<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TLH9PakOiKI/AAAAAAAABdY/Du34APSYH9k/s1600/tumblr_l92qfdk7Uy1qbhor1o1_500.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526476659031443618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TLH9PakOiKI/AAAAAAAABdY/Du34APSYH9k/s400/tumblr_l92qfdk7Uy1qbhor1o1_500.jpg" border="0" /></a>Or wet in the shower Alex?<br /><br /><br />I've also found that unlike with Edward and Bella I really don't mind Eric having a love interest as long as its Sookie of course...</p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TLH-8aNr2xI/AAAAAAAABdo/xs0F3sCwMnI/s1600/tumblr_l92zz25dGc1qzfy2to1_500.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526478531542637330" style="DISPLAY: block; 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No, no don't thank me just enjoy lol<br /><br />Um I didn't realise how long video was lol although I was quite happy to watch him!</p>NibbleitPattinsonakaNebilethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00120309952006849278noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617355908248405718.post-87420016560862144372010-10-01T10:13:00.000+01:002010-10-01T10:13:38.175+01:00Top 10 Reasons We're Glad We're Not in Forks & FFF!1. Have you seen the weather forecast? It's supposed to be beautiful and sunny. Pfft! Hardly vampire weather. Sheesh, it's not even supposed to rain till Sunday!<br />
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3. Trying to remember and match Blogger Names to Real Names to Faces for 100 or so Twitards! Yikes! I can't even call my own kids by the right name of the first try! <br />
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4. A readily available Tattoo parlor. 'Nuff said. <br />
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<div>5. Mrs. P looks about as young as Rob in all the pics *cough*botox*cough* so there's no way I'd be able to take any pictures with her. Bitch. </div><br />
6. A trip that long would seriously cut into Fan Fic reading time!<br />
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<div>7. I'm saving soooooooo much money.</div><br />
8. I'm not sure I could handle watching Chimpsten reenact the Breaking Dawn Bedroom/Feather Scene...with each and every Pocket Edward there.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666;">Hmm, valid concern there...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Oh, ok so we can't think of 10, but I'm sure there are soooo many good reasons for not being there. Hmph.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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5. Kellan, Jackson, and PFach are all hanging off a cliff. You can only save two of them. Who lives and why did the other one have to die, a-hole?<br />
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Ok, well seeing as a lot of our regulars are away...somewhere..*shrugs* I'm relying on all you lurkers out there to come out and play! C'mon, we don't bite!<br />
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Winner sets next week's questions as usual!<br />
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TwiWeaselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268537341656794886noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617355908248405718.post-37006757624738803552010-09-30T14:26:00.009+01:002010-10-26T14:39:45.788+01:00Who Ya Gonna Call?<div></div><a href="http://s621.photobucket.com/albums/tt291/danielledjones/?action=view&current=Ghostbusters-logo.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Ghostbusters Logo" src="http://i621.photobucket.com/albums/tt291/danielledjones/Ghostbusters-logo.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />As some of you know, last March I took a good look at myself and decided I didn't really like what I saw. Physically, I mean. So, long story short, I began walking in the mornings. I've kept this up for almost eight months now, and when I look in the mirror now, I'm much happier at what I see reflected.<br /><br /><br /><br />But that isn't what this post is about...<br /><br /><br /><br />You may or may not be aware that I live in a pretty small town. I mean, like 500 people in the town small. Which is A LOT smaller than Forks, by the way.<br /><br /><br /><br />Anyhoo, I've been going out and walking around the town in the mornings. Occasionally, I'll run into friends who are also out walking or jogging. This post is about a couple of them...and what they saw.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Now, when I go out to walk at 6:00-ish in the morning, it. is. dark. But I'm ok with that. I'm familiar with the streets, and the people on them. But the other day, something happened to make me question walking.<br /><br /><br /><br />In the dark.<br /><br /><br /><br />By myself.<br /><br /><br /><br />Two friends of mine (I'll go with the term friends because we have kids the same age and are at the same activities together a lot...you know, forced friendship) go jogging together in the mornings. BTW, I do not jog. Chicks with big tits shouldn't jog. It's painful, both to watch and to do. But I digress...<br /><br /><br /><br />I would trust both of these ladies to always tell the truth. They are not flighty or flakey. They are the kind of women that, when they tell you something, you believe it...until now.<br /><br /><br /><br />They. Saw. A. Ghost.<br /><br /><a href="http://s621.photobucket.com/albums/tt291/danielledjones/?action=view&current=slimer.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Slimer" src="http://i621.photobucket.com/albums/tt291/danielledjones/slimer.jpg" /></a><br />I don't think it was this one though.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Now, I read a lot of books with supernatural stuff in them. Vampires. Werewolves. Fairies. Witches. Goblins. Giants. Dragons. Shapeshifters. There are more, but I'm not going to take the time to list them all.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s621.photobucket.com/albums/tt291/danielledjones/?action=view&current=throw.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Grace" src="http://i621.photobucket.com/albums/tt291/danielledjones/throw.jpg" /></a><br /><br />[Side note...for some reason listing all of these made me think of this line: "Oh, he's very popular Ed. The sportos, the motorheads, geeks, sluts, bloods, wastoids, dweebies, dickheads - they all adore him. They think he's a righteous dude. " Ahhh...gotta love Ferris Bueller's Day Off!]<br /><br /><br /><br />Why am I having trouble believing in a ghost? I don't know. Perhaps it's because all those things listed above are in books...not real life.<br /><br /><br /><br />So, what did I do?<br /><br /><br /><br />I went ghost hunting, that's what! Yes, I braved the dark and scary street. All by myself. In the dark. And I saw...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Nothing.<br /><br /><br /><br />But I gotta be honest with you. Before I turned down the street, I took a deep breath and pulled out my ear buds so I could hear any mysterious ghosty sounds. Then I took off walking.<br /><br /><br /><br />Fast.<br /><br /><br /><br />And I promise you this, if someone had snuck up behind me and yelled "boo," I would have simultaneously shit my pants and judo chopped them in the head.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Yep, I'm that good.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s621.photobucket.com/albums/tt291/danielledjones/Rob%20in%20General/?action=view&current=RobLipBity.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i621.photobucket.com/albums/tt291/danielledjones/Rob%20in%20General/RobLipBity.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Still my favorite pic...<br /><br /><br /><br />PS...I did this post, pictures and all, all by myself. You should be proud of me.<br /><br /><br />TwiWeasel out.TwiWeaselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268537341656794886noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617355908248405718.post-52553020700279531572010-09-29T16:28:00.000+01:002010-09-29T09:53:45.455+01:00I've been published ;)Yeah, no shit, it really happened :)<br /><br />Okay, it was only a letter in a magazine but it still counts right??<br /><br />Well I say it counts so there.<br /><br />Over here in Blighty we have a magazine called Heat. it's full of celeb goss etc. Me and Stan LOVE it and usually text each other excitedly when they put someone worth perving over as their torso of the week.<br /><br />Well a couple of weeks ago I had a text from to say have you got Heat? you're going to love page whatever it was.<br /> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I9iKCATcNss/TJt0XKBkZ-I/AAAAAAAAAkY/pU3Q5uAhMxs/s1600/000d5723.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I9iKCATcNss/TJt0XKBkZ-I/AAAAAAAAAkY/pU3Q5uAhMxs/s320/000d5723.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520133709449422818" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> Was it Rob??<br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I9iKCATcNss/TJt0W4UYaFI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/hZMLVgwC4WA/s1600/kellan-lutz-reveals-secrets.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I9iKCATcNss/TJt0W4UYaFI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/hZMLVgwC4WA/s320/kellan-lutz-reveals-secrets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520133704696490066" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> maybe it was KLutz??<br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I9iKCATcNss/TJt0W8T2aiI/AAAAAAAAAkI/SMmcPmD0C-w/s1600/cam.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I9iKCATcNss/TJt0W8T2aiI/AAAAAAAAAkI/SMmcPmD0C-w/s320/cam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520133705768004130" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Maybe the delights of cam??!<br /></div>Imagine my excitement thinking I was in for a treat! I'd just left the supermarket, thankfuly I didn't look until I got home or there could have been a very serious accident with me projectile vomiting and trying to drive!<br /><br />The dirty, filthy, fuckers had only printed a photo of the worlds most vom inducing man in the world ...Cliff Richard....photo from Stan to follow, It hurts me to just type that name *shudder*<br /><br /><br />I had to complain at the wrongness so I e mailed them<br /> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I9iKCATcNss/TJt1qc19n9I/AAAAAAAAAkg/SxOCcDAsWgA/s1600/nikheat.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I9iKCATcNss/TJt1qc19n9I/AAAAAAAAAkg/SxOCcDAsWgA/s320/nikheat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520135140430159826" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> Ta Dah here it is all published and stuff :)<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />The moral of this story is after all the years I've know Stanley I still can't trust the bitch!<br />xxx<br /></div></div>Cake That Nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17133091812074940243noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617355908248405718.post-35488561651720483672010-09-24T07:40:00.000+01:002010-09-24T07:40:32.562+01:00Ta daaaaa its the Friday Fun Five with the one and the onlyMrs (Kassie)Cullen<div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left">Right ok, are we all present and correct; if so let me begin....this is the Friday Fun Five...the object of which is to find more out about your fellow ho's, inject some fun into the proceedings and there are 5 questions to answer. Everyone got that? jolly good....so lets have some frickin fun then ladies...remember there is no such thing as TMI in the FFF so its over to the one and the only (think you're gonna have a fight on your hands (Kassie) Cullen as chosen by last weeks cupcake maker extraordinaire Twilight Cupcake....over to you Kassie....hands mic over, go on ,its you, you're on....<br /><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TJuPCUD5OjI/AAAAAAAABbQ/qtWmIkDZeXg/s1600/9598087992a11202784188mlkassie.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520163038180227634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TJuPCUD5OjI/AAAAAAAABbQ/qtWmIkDZeXg/s400/9598087992a11202784188mlkassie.jpg" /><br /><p align="center"></a><span style="color:#cc0000;">Er I googled kassie Cullen and up popped this...um is that you Kassie? I love, love, love your hair, now go put some clothes on, you'll catch your death!<br /></span><br /><br /></p><br /><p align="left">Hey it's Kassie ie:TheonlyMrs(Kassie)Cullen and these are my questions for FFF.<br /><br /><br />1) You get to tour the set of Breaking Dawn *gasp swoon thud* so you get to tour the set and Rob will be there with you *squee* but you can't speak to him... nope not at all, but you get to bring along one other cast member with you and you can speak to them, who would you choose? </p><br /><p align="left"><span style="color:#cc0000;">(um you obviously haven't gotten to know me that well...me? Lost for words? Unable to speak, ain't gonna happen hunny lol)</span></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TJuQP25DYAI/AAAAAAAABbY/9J2xtV-yuTo/s1600/38173_116695748377843_100001122567780_102710_398634_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520164370379923458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TJuQP25DYAI/AAAAAAAABbY/9J2xtV-yuTo/s400/38173_116695748377843_100001122567780_102710_398634_n.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#cc0000;">Um hello sartorius muscle...coughs...choking on lust...help me....mouth to mouth please Jackson</span><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="left">2) What is your ideal ending to Breaking Dawn? Just for an example it might mean Jacob dies for some of you or possibly ends up with Bella (blasphemy) for others. </div><br /><div align="left"><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TJuRfnF_zuI/AAAAAAAABbg/7H2lolkvRtU/s1600/yuk.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520165740528783074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TJuRfnF_zuI/AAAAAAAABbg/7H2lolkvRtU/s400/yuk.jpg" /><br /><p align="center"></a></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Blasphemy!!! Go beat yourself with a switch whoever drew this thing lol, actually its very well drawn and I don't care it Tay & Stew get together I will comfort Rob....<br /></span><br /><br /><br /></p><br /><p align="left">3) What is one song that when it plays it makes you automatically think of Rob? Don't cheat and choose Let Me Sign or Never Think lol </p><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TJuSBjueINI/AAAAAAAABbo/TMNeyUUEb6I/s1600/FV7.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520166323740352722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TJuSBjueINI/AAAAAAAABbo/TMNeyUUEb6I/s400/FV7.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#cc0000;"> I'm supposed to think what reminds me of you Rob, not the other way round, don't mention the pony club or the private annexe off the attic....of the damned ok...shh<br /></span><span style="color:#cc0000;">Yes Stan if you have thought "Hello, those pics look familiar, I have stolen them from you cos they're lush (except the Tay one hehe)</span></p><br /><br /><br /><p align="left">4) Your collection of Robp0rn goes up in smoke and you are only allowed to replace it with one photo shoot, which one would you choose? </p><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TJuTe4xbVyI/AAAAAAAABbw/F1KShSqCsBI/s1600/normal_rpat13sharp.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520167927117731618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TJuTe4xbVyI/AAAAAAAABbw/F1KShSqCsBI/s400/normal_rpat13sharp.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#cc0000;">I think this is when I first realised how bad I'd got it<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><p align="left">5) You can take a tumble in the sheets with Rob, Twilight Edward, Fifty, Wide Awake Edward, or choose your own ff Edward. Pick one and please feel free to be explicit if you'd like ;)<br /><br /></p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TJuUwFSl4zI/AAAAAAAABb4/rYR1BiLl_NM/s1600/30483_135835216431145_100000140016696_391396_358100_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520169322047464242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TJuUwFSl4zI/AAAAAAAABb4/rYR1BiLl_NM/s400/30483_135835216431145_100000140016696_391396_358100_n.jpg" /><br /><br /><p align="center"></a></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Hooo boy yep yep... </span><br /><br /></p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TJuV172TOsI/AAAAAAAABcI/dIlViM8n11Y/s1600/50+shades.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520170522103724738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TJuV172TOsI/AAAAAAAABcI/dIlViM8n11Y/s400/50+shades.jpg" /><br /><br /><p align="center"></a></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Red seems appropriate...</span><br /><br /><br /></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TJuV168KcuI/AAAAAAAABcA/Ep1xSGymGZY/s1600/4k8i1x.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520170521859879650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TJuV168KcuI/AAAAAAAABcA/Ep1xSGymGZY/s400/4k8i1x.jpg" /></a> <span style="color:#cc0000;">Mmmmm...I'm loving the staircase ahem....looking at Rob</span><br /></p><br /><br /><p><br /></p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TJuYpAyuXZI/AAAAAAAABcQ/PQEpanjhsvM/s1600/eric+ed.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520173598627487122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TJuYpAyuXZI/AAAAAAAABcQ/PQEpanjhsvM/s400/eric+ed.jpg" /><br /><p align="center"></a><span style="color:#cc0000;">Eeep, all my dreams come true</span><br /></p><br /><p align="center">I hope I didn't do any repeats :)<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Kassie you did great girl and I really enjoyed doing this; can't wait to see what everyone's answers are...think I can guess a couple of Lisa's hehe</span><br /></p>NibbleitPattinsonakaNebilethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00120309952006849278noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617355908248405718.post-80044521864864688722010-09-23T16:59:00.006+01:002010-09-23T17:44:34.446+01:00I like driving in my car, beep, beep, honk, honk, beep, beep, honk, honk<div align="center">I fucking hate cars, big cars, little cars, cars driven by dickheads who wanna cut me up and losethe buzz I've created for myself by belting out Chop Suey by System of a Down (its an acquired taste I know)<br /><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ND1OxDoNL8I?fs=1&hl=en_GB"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ND1OxDoNL8I?fs=1&hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Here is the song "Chop Suey" by System of a Down, can't put original video in because Sony are tossers!! (note to Sony, I have tourettes and therefore cannot be responsible for what I say-Thank you...wankers) Seee....<br /><br /><br /><br />Right the drama started when I took my car in for MOT last week (we discussed this in the group and Lacey said she felt redneck lol) You're so NOT a redneck Lace!!!<br /><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TJt8egs-MQI/AAAAAAAABaw/JzmE36JfIoY/s1600/rngirl03.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520142631889154306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TJt8egs-MQI/AAAAAAAABaw/JzmE36JfIoY/s400/rngirl03.jpg" /><br /><p align="center"></a></p><p align="center">This is what came up when I googled redneck girl....looks like a normal night up town!<br /><br /><br /></p><p align="center">Anyway I tool car in to mate's garage and came back to be informed it needed fookin shed loads of work doing on it! I was gutted, me poor little car Nobby was a wreck. But they could rebuild him, make him better than ever! Hope was abounding!!!</p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TJt9obHaXfI/AAAAAAAABa4/L9Tl_TSxMSg/s1600/Picture+018.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520143901699759602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TJt9obHaXfI/AAAAAAAABa4/L9Tl_TSxMSg/s400/Picture+018.jpg" /> </a>This is a picture of Nobby on holiday<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520144558961448018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TJt-Ormz1FI/AAAAAAAABbA/2ESfBVLMkH8/s400/red+car+pic+for+my+blog.jpg" /> and here's what he looked like when I picked him up!!<br /></p><p align="left">Nah not really, he still looks the same but runs better and stops properly. Still don't know how much it is gonna cost cos me mate ain't sorted out a price for me sigh....not looking forward to that bit I can tell you!</p><br /><p align="left">So I still had to go get my tracking done (tracking aligns the wheels correctly, in case anyone didn't know) and get a new rear tyre. £86!!!!! Can you believe it, bloody cost...rediculous</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TJt_DM3RI5I/AAAAAAAABbI/qzH62reVEX8/s1600/gallery_main-kellan-lutz-warrior-photos-07072009-03.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520145461242045330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TJt_DM3RI5I/AAAAAAAABbI/qzH62reVEX8/s400/gallery_main-kellan-lutz-warrior-photos-07072009-03.jpg" /> </p><p align="left"></a>Now if the guys in there had looked like this, I'd have bought more tyres than I needed...however they didn't although one young man (ooo I say young man) was rather tasty, he liked the music on in my car (it was Greenday's Last of the American Girls), he liked my skull keyring and my vampire teeth and lips keyring, he chatted, smiled, generally really nice...</p><p align="left">Then he says can I take your postcode (a lot of shops do this now USA friends, post code is zip code) so I tells him, then he says house number, so I tells him then he says "Ooohhh I live round the corner from you its number so and so Hilton Road" So I says "oh right, ok." He then says "I know your name now...." so I looked at him and he said "That came out a bit stalkery" PMSL I said um yeah. He looked so sheepish, bless him but he did say "I'll keep an eye out for you". LOL does a old ho's heart good not to mention the ego lmhao.</p><p align="left"><br /></p><p><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lQw6y96bJpo?fs=1&hl=en_GB"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lQw6y96bJpo?fs=1&hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></p><p>and here is a video from the band Madness that were big here in the 80's, this is where I got the title for the post from lol and just so we don't forget why we're all here and why we love silver volvo's...</p><p></p><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0ISg22m9WUM?fs=1&hl=en_GB"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0ISg22m9WUM?fs=1&hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Right off to do the FFF now, just a filler seeing as I haven't posted in ages!NibbleitPattinsonakaNebilethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00120309952006849278noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617355908248405718.post-28033116384747732952010-09-22T14:04:00.005+01:002010-09-22T19:14:34.161+01:00Thinking of you...I apologize in advance for no pictures...I'm just too freaking lazy.<br /><br />Annnnnnd on with the post:<br /><br />I may not post a great deal, but I really want you girls to know that I think of you each and every day.<br /><br />A lot.<br /><br /><br />So, I've compiled a list of things from my daily life that remind me of one or more of you...<br /><br /><br /><br />When I find hair in the shower drain. Just...ew.<br /><br /><br /><br />Folding clothes...and not ironing them.<br /><br /><br /><br />Holes in my underwear.<br /><br /><br />Jello (with or without ice cream)<br /><br /><br /><br />My SIL has declared that she doesn't like the word "sucks." Instead, they use the word "nibbles." As in, "it really nibbles when I have to get up at the ass crack of dawn." It's quite amusing to me, in a way they can't possibly understand.<br /><br /><br /><br />When I see an awesome cake...or make one myself...I'm thinking of you.<br /><br /><br /><br />The merest mention of Gluten. (And I still don't know wtf it is for sure!)<br /><br /><br /><br />Black boots..mine or anyone elses.<br /><br /><br /><br />The numbers 17 and 50.<br /><br /><br /><br />Joan Jett, Brett Michaels, Beyonce, Ke$ha...there are several others, but I think I'll save that for a future post.<br /><br /><br /><br />Boobs.<br /><br /><br /><br />The sound of a cash register. Ka-Ching!!<br /><br /><br /><br />The word "debil."<br /><br /><br /><br />Drinking boxed wine...and the headache I get afterward.<br /><br /><br /><br />That's not all, not by a long shot. But that's what I came up with in the last five minutes or so.<br /><br /><br /><br />*sigh* I love you girls.<br /><br /><br />TwiWeasel out.TwiWeaselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268537341656794886noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617355908248405718.post-86837973123668241782010-09-17T10:49:00.001+01:002010-09-17T10:50:52.359+01:00Friday Fun Five with TC!!!<div align="center"><a href="http://s93.photobucket.com/albums/l51/gemmah115/?action=view&current=MoTUtributeBig.gif" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l51/gemmah115/MoTUtributeBig.gif" /></a><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">By RoseArcadia and borrowed from the <a href="http://www.motutribute.com/home">MoTU Tribute Site</a></span></div><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">Goooooood morning Hobags! Friday again, where do the weeks go?? </span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">I'd like to thank everyone for the lovely comments they made on our anniversary, it was lovely reading them all and I'm thrilled that we've all found each other :o).</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">Anyway, I won't hang around pontificating; I'm hoping to get a new chapter of </span><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5942709/1/Elusively_Yours"><span style="color: #e06666;">Elusively Yours</span></a><span style="color: #e06666;"> up in the next day or so, so I need to get writing to finish it off. For anyone who missed my teaser on Twitter last night, I'll post it again here in the name of shameless pimpage ;o)</span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">“Broken? What do you mean broken?”</span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">“I’m sorry, Bella, I can’t,” she said, shaking her head. “If Edward hasn’t told you, I don’t think I can. It wouldn’t be fair.”</span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">I shrugged as I stood and gathered our empty cups from the coffee table.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">“Well, whatever. It was only a kiss, and like you say, it’s going to be irrelevant as soon as he finds out about me and Jake anyway.” Alice jumped up and skipped after me as I trailed back to the kitchen to dump the cups in the sink.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">“Bella,” she said, pausing until I turned to face her and she knew she had my full attention. “I’m not going to tell him.” She looked a little excited, and I was starting to think that she had a hidden sadistic streak.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">“You’re going to make me do it myself,” I stated flatly, sure that I’d caught the meaning behind her words.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">“Of course not!” she exclaimed, before walking right up to me and placing her hands on my upper arms. She bent forward and stage whispered. “I have a much better plan…we don’t tell him!”</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">Ok, let's get on with this! Last week RobzSinger chose the lovely doc, <a href="http://twitter.com/cupcakegirl76">Twilight Cupcake</a> of <a href="http://www.twilight-cupcake.blogspot.com/">Twilight, Travel, and Treats</a> as the winner. She's kindly taken a few moments out of her MoTU obsession to come up with some questions for us! Over to TC....</span><br />
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Congrats to Edbrella on the Anniversary! I am thrilled to be chosen by RobzSinger as last week's FFF champion.<br />
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Let's get to it. Forgive me if there are repeats...<br />
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1) What is the most erotic/sexiest outfit you have? Describe in details people.<br />
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</div>3) You have the chance to sing a duet with Rob or dance with Taylor - which would you choose and what song would it be? <span style="color: #e06666;">Note from Stan ~ I think we need a closer look to help us decide...</span><br />
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4) If you were only allowed to have sex in one position what position would you choose?<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TJM1uTWA44I/AAAAAAAABi4/b20gS_C70jk/s1600/rmp2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TJM1uTWA44I/AAAAAAAABi4/b20gS_C70jk/s400/rmp2.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #e06666;">This looks like it could be painful....but I'd be willing to give it a go ;o)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #e06666;">Another gem from the <a href="http://robmaniporn.blogspot.com/">RobManiPorn</a> gals. I love those ho's ♥</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="left"><span style="color: #e06666;">Ok, you're not imagining things, there's no question 2 here! TC did send me one but I have to check it with her because there's a word or two missing! In the meantime feel free to answer this one instead:</span></div><div align="left"><br />
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I've been busy <a href="http://twilight-cupcake.blogspot.com/2010/09/master-of-universe-quiz-contest-day-7.html">quizzing the world about MotU</a> so please come check it out. Tomorrow's the last day for entries.<br />
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Also make sure to see the <a href="http://www.motutribute.com/">MotU Tribute site</a> I've worked on with Hoot in honour of the MotU anniversary. Okay pimping done - TC out!<br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">Thanks TC, bloody hell, that was a linktastic edition of the FFF!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">Ok, get answering ladies!</span><br />
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<div align="center"></div>Stanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12992304216999218512noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617355908248405718.post-16194349802296214322010-09-14T11:20:00.010+01:002010-09-15T12:04:57.902+01:00It's Edbrella's anniversary!<div></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I9iKCATcNss/TI9TCGSFt0I/AAAAAAAAAi4/O5YhQdROk7s/s1600/cheers.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Music to scroll by<br /></div><object height="325" width="400"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mf9kKrNquEM?fs=1&hl=en_GB"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mf9kKrNquEM?fs=1&hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="325" width="400"></embed></object><br /><div style="text-align: center;">As soon as I hear this I think Twilight</div><br />It's Edbrellas anniversary wooooooooooohooooooooooooooo.<br /><br />This is my celebration post of all my fave Twi-Edbrella stuff over the past 12 months....<br /><br />My best bits....and i'm not talking about my rack!<br /><br />Looking through the old posts it seems the most popular ones have been the games, such as FFF and the CFF. Here's where that all started <a href="http://edbrella.blogspot.com/2010/02/lets-get-creative.html%3Cspan%20style="><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Here</span></a><br /><br />I'd have to say that all those old posts where we just went off on one in the comments have definately been my faves :) You Ho's never fail to make me smile, or more often than not do my attractive snorting/snotty laughter all over my laptop.<br /><br />Of course over time I've made some really good friends. I mean REALLY good friends. The sort I can open my heart to and they still actually like me! Distance means nothing really. It would be lovely to be able to meet up more often, or at all in the case of my overseas besties, but just knowing that they're there for me is enough. *wipes a tear away* No doubt it's Twilight that shoved us all in a darkened room together and made us confess our sins of lusting over Edward and co. Thank fuckery for Twilight I say!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I9iKCATcNss/TI9TCGSFt0I/AAAAAAAAAi4/O5YhQdROk7s/s1600/cheers.jpg"><img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516719364063475522" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I9iKCATcNss/TI9TCGSFt0I/AAAAAAAAAi4/O5YhQdROk7s/s320/cheers.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" border="0" /></a> old lady pic for Stan ;)<br /><span style="color: rgb(224, 102, 102);">(</span><span style="color: rgb(224, 102, 102);">Note from Stan ~ I reckon the dark-haired woman left of centre must be a relation - she's got my double chin!!)</span><br /><br /></div>This year I was mostly excited about Eclipse<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I9iKCATcNss/TI9UlXU95eI/AAAAAAAAAjA/k5OGC8-g1cY/s1600/vamp+army.jpg"><img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516721069445998050" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I9iKCATcNss/TI9UlXU95eI/AAAAAAAAAjA/k5OGC8-g1cY/s320/vamp+army.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 251px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" border="0" /></a>This picture just about sums the film up for me<br /><br /></div>I never thought the rest of the saga would live up to Twilight, then along comes Eclipse and totally knocked me off my feet. I still like New Moon, but I LOVE Twilight and Eclipse. Everything about the film is fantastic. Well apart from some of the shiteous wigs, but i'm not gonna pick fault ;)<br />I also fell a little bit in love with Jasper in Eclipse *blush*<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I9iKCATcNss/TI9W0Uxh34I/AAAAAAAAAjI/SVbOahdIw4E/s1600/MajorJasperWhitlock.jpg"><img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516723525481783170" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I9iKCATcNss/TI9W0Uxh34I/AAAAAAAAAjI/SVbOahdIw4E/s320/MajorJasperWhitlock.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 238px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" border="0" /></a><br />Then there's Rob. No words needed, just enjoy<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I9iKCATcNss/TI9YQttwCMI/AAAAAAAAAjw/JYFzPTYsEjc/s1600/22660_300350584779_52639329779_3169137_2806853_n.jpg"><img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516725112724785346" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I9iKCATcNss/TI9YQttwCMI/AAAAAAAAAjw/JYFzPTYsEjc/s320/22660_300350584779_52639329779_3169137_2806853_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 222px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I9iKCATcNss/TI9YQX4j8CI/AAAAAAAAAjo/lto2monUOnY/s1600/DETAILSSTRADDLEOUTTAKE.jpg"><img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516725106864549922" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I9iKCATcNss/TI9YQX4j8CI/AAAAAAAAAjo/lto2monUOnY/s320/DETAILSSTRADDLEOUTTAKE.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 318px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I9iKCATcNss/TI9YPhuTsFI/AAAAAAAAAjg/z9gsY7BXReM/s1600/63234482.jpg"><img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516725092326027346" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I9iKCATcNss/TI9YPhuTsFI/AAAAAAAAAjg/z9gsY7BXReM/s320/63234482.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" border="0" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I9iKCATcNss/TI9YPpHCCCI/AAAAAAAAAjY/8Rli5_H_eF4/s1600/sd.bmp"><img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516725094308775970" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I9iKCATcNss/TI9YPpHCCCI/AAAAAAAAAjY/8Rli5_H_eF4/s320/sd.bmp" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 254px;" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I9iKCATcNss/TI9YPTeM9_I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/OGGHITXK6y8/s1600/p11.jpg"><img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516725088500381682" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I9iKCATcNss/TI9YPTeM9_I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/OGGHITXK6y8/s320/p11.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 238px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" border="0" /></a>Hellooooooooooooooooooooo still with me ? Focus Ho's!!!!<br /><br />I'm going to end this by saying a huge thank you to everyone who takes the time and and makes the effort to read and comment on any of the posts here.<br /><br />I love you all and thank you for being along for the ride<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I9iKCATcNss/TI9ZohUabpI/AAAAAAAAAj4/gjnwsrLRvQ8/s1600/love.jpg"><img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516726621225774738" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I9iKCATcNss/TI9ZohUabpI/AAAAAAAAAj4/gjnwsrLRvQ8/s320/love.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 261px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" border="0" /></a><br />Mary xxx<br /><br />Yep, September 15th is officially Edbrella's birthday. Is it really only a year?! I say that because the friends I've made along the way make me feel as though I've known them forever.<br /><br />It's hard to believe now that I started this on my own. Me and Mary actually had our own little joint venture Twilight blog elsewhere, but eventually I got The Wease on board blogging with me after she did some holiday blog-sitting for me, and then persauded Mary to join us and we left our other little blog empty to move in here together.<br /><br />Next thing, Nibbles appeared in our blogosphere creating all kinds of mayhem with her manic comments. I knew we had to have her, so I enticed her in. Finally we met fellow Brit Becky, and although she doesn't blog diectly, she does join in if we have any discussions on anything - if we can get her nose out of the thirty or so fanfics she reads a week.<br /><br />Soooo, my favourite, and now somewhat legendary, Edbrella post I think, is the New Moon trailer, featuring Chimpsten. Refresh your memories <a href="http://edbrella.blogspot.com/2009/09/stiils-from-new-moon-trailer-starring.html">here</a>.<br /><br />This year for me has been special, not least because of a special birthday...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TI_kCj5IPmI/AAAAAAAABiQ/4840nh7WQy4/s1600/jakerabbit2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img qx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TI_kCj5IPmI/AAAAAAAABiQ/4840nh7WQy4/s400/jakerabbit2.jpg" border="0" height="400" width="227" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Note from Mary: I bloody knew she's have to get wolfboy in somewhere *tut*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Yep, young Beacob turned 18 and it became officially ok to perve over him (if you were able to get past the manky nails and the nose that is). Mary's covered Rob for us *ahem* and I think we all share her sentiments on Jacksper.</div><div align="center"></div>Cake That Nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17133091812074940243noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617355908248405718.post-54142699856679642792010-09-10T10:06:00.002+01:002010-09-10T10:10:59.917+01:00Friday Fun Five with Robz Singer!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TIn2E5_kUoI/AAAAAAAABiI/hATVHR0sqcI/s1600/151839622-615c3c0da0bcbbe1f743256e7f4c18e4_4c76b9b0-scaled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZtE9YBxWio/TIn2E5_kUoI/AAAAAAAABiI/hATVHR0sqcI/s400/151839622-615c3c0da0bcbbe1f743256e7f4c18e4_4c76b9b0-scaled.jpg" width="301" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><span style="color: #e06666;">The weekend's almost upon us again - yep, it's Friday! You know what that means? Yep, last week's winner </span><a href="http://robzsinger.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: #e06666;">Robz Singer</span></a><span style="color: #e06666;"> has seven questions for our Friday Fun Five!! Yep, she sent extras in case any had been done before, but here at Edbrella we don't believe in editing (I know, hard to believe isn't it?!) so I'm going to leave them all in. Answer any five or all seven, it's up to you!</span><br />
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First off, I have to say thank you for letting me do FFF! I was really excited to be the "chosen one". Now I know how Rob feels. :)<br />
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1) Rob. You. His Guitar. A small room with dim lighting (that makes your ass look fabulous by the way) and a bed. He asks you if you have any requests. What's the one song you want Roh-bear to play for you? After you're done using the bed of course.<br />
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2) If you had the time, resources, and energy, what is one thing you'd like to learn how to do?<br />
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3) What is your porn name? This is either your middle name and the street you grew up on or your first pet's name and a street you lived on...<br />
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Mine are Katherine Stone Harbor and Dusty Fairfield. Raawwr.<br />
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Who's your co-star? What scene would you like to act out?<br />
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4) I wrote a post about TWILIGHTisms, ya know the quotes from the movie that you use on a regular basis in everyday life. What's the one phrase that you say the most often in RL and then giggle to yourself. Please give the context.<br />
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5) If Rob could have been in any movie role, from the past to present day, what would movie part would you have liked to see him play?<br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">Hmm, sounds like a good excuse to have a look at this for consideration ;o)</span></div><br />
6) I would probably blow a good chunk of money (sorry about that college fund kids) to get my hands on the behind the scenes footage of a certan Details photo shoot. If the powers that be opened up the ROB vault what do you wish you had an all access pass to?<br />
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7) Rob and Kristen break up!! *GASP* I know, I know that will sooooo never happen *snort*. What starlet do you think Rob will fall in love with next? Ya know, since I'm not available.<br />
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</div><div align="left"><span style="color: #e06666;">Is that it? Is she done? Bloody hell, it's a good job we're not all as wordy as Robz Singer, eh? ;o)</span></div><div align="left"><br />
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Back to normal here today hobags, Dave's just gone out to the office. Yesterday was nice, although everything was tinged for one reason or another. I had my hair cut and coloured so am back to being dark again, the last colour had faded so much I was almost blonde. This was good until the hairdresser nicked one of the tiny skin tags on my neck with her clippers. You'd have sworn the damn thing was connected to an artery the amount of bleeding it did. <br />
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She sent me out with a piece of tissue stuck to my neck like an eejit. I hadn't realised how much it was bleeding until I was driving home. She obviously did because she rang home shortly after to make sure I was ok! Good job I wasn't going home to a vampire is all I can say.<br />
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After that Dave took me out for lunch. It was a bit surreal. We were able to do this because our youngest has just started going to nursery for full days. Of course, we've done evenings out just the two of us, just nothing during the day in the past six and a half years or so. <br />
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Apparently most people in our age group are in the same situation. This combined with the fact that I'd had my hair done so had no grey showing, meant that I was feeling very young when I scanned the restaurant at our fellow diners. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #e06666;">We left feeling far too full and decided that next time we'll just do coffee and cake instead. I have no idea why this piece of writing is this colour now, but I know for a fact that if I try and change it that it will get pissy with me and turn invisible, so I'll just go with it, k? Anyway, about that coffee and cake...</span></div><div align="left"><br />
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</div><div align="center">I also discovered that having your husband working from home when all of the children are out for the day has other advantages. Obviously, this would normally be a very good thing, but the fact that I was gripped by a fanfic and had ear-marked my post-lunch hour with some reading before the kids come home left me with mixed feelings on this lol.</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If you want a look at the fic I was engrossed in, it's <a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5961148/1/Fuggiasco">Fuggiasco</a> by <a href="http://twitter.com/kdc2239">kdc2239</a>. Becky recc'd it to me, and as usual she was right - it's fab :o)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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I miss our regular Thursday fun and games with Community FanFic, so how about a little Community Fuck, Marry, Abandon in a desolate place (I'm in a good mood today, I really don't want to see anybody getting hurt). Ok, I'll start, next person answers and then sets their own for the next person. It doesn't have to be Twilight related, but I'll start it that way: <br />
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Catherine Hardwicke, Chris Weitz, David Slade ;o) <br />
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Happy Thursday!Stanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12992304216999218512noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617355908248405718.post-46354632794610178092010-09-03T11:03:00.010+01:002010-09-03T12:01:14.949+01:00Friday Fun Five with Stan...finally<div align="center"> </div><div align="left">Um ok, so let me apologise, we're unorganised ok and that's why you love us. Things don't always go to plan but that's the beauty of us right? Right! That's my excuse anyway. Sooooo The Wease did pick someone else to win but they haven't been in touch (you need to check back people!) so our very own Stanley is participating in play today via me as she is at the Zoo and forgot so she's texting me her questions and I'm kinda slotting htis all in from work, between letters and patients...naughty? yes, nice? Absofrickinlutely!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left">So well over to Stan kinda....</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512628113009816578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TIDKD8bINAI/AAAAAAAABZ4/m-PHnVYQsC8/s400/stan.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">Hi Stan! What's that you say...you wanna play a game? Well ok...</p><br /><p align="center"></p><p align="left">1) What sort fanfic Edward would you most like to read about? (You have to make your own Edward up, not steal one from a fanfic you're reading!!)</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512629179313920402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TIDLCAt1mZI/AAAAAAAABaA/poSeSMYA6Ak/s400/wide+awake.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">Mmmm wide awake Edward was fabbo!<br /></p><p align="left"><br />2) Your favourite Twi-guy is burnt out and asks for a fun day out to take his mind off things. Who do you pick, where do you go and what do you do?</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512631681878752898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TIDNTrfyfoI/AAAAAAAABaI/sxPtNzlN6Tg/s400/100_monkeys2.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"> I say let's all dress up as monkey's guys....guys?<br /><br /><br /></p><p align="center"><br /></p><p>3) If money were no object what would you get your other half as a present?</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512632598808920210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TIDOJDU-gJI/AAAAAAAABaQ/stHZoKX44aA/s400/florida+villa.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"> Like this but bigger perhaps....</p><br /><p align="center"></p><p align="left">4) What's your best girly friend memory?</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512636396063795218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TIDRmFNFqBI/AAAAAAAABag/CIOCUfR53QE/s400/drunk-girls.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">Everything I learned, I learned from my drunk ass friends...s'true!<br /><br /></p><br /><p align="left">5) Your local zoo is having to re home it's animals. They will build the housing needed for you. What animal do you choose and why?<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512638899131693954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TIDT3x2-u4I/AAAAAAAABao/inaqe1-42UI/s400/eric.jpg" border="0" /></p><div align="center">Awww c'mon, he's an animal....right? Let me keep him, I will love him and pet him and call him George...I mean Eric....</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">Thank you Stan for those text-tastic questions...what a team we are... can't wait for the ho bag answers! Laters (kerching)</div><div align="center"> </div>NibbleitPattinsonakaNebilethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00120309952006849278noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617355908248405718.post-45228021717736117762010-09-02T11:26:00.008+01:002010-09-02T12:04:50.111+01:00Today I was pissed off until someone put it all in perspective....<div align="left">There I was all set to visit Mary when my stupid car died on me....my friend Mark who is a mechanic is currently twiddling with my engine (no puns please) so I am stuck here today and it looks as though I'm going to have to clean up....BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!<br /><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TH98pZguUJI/AAAAAAAABZY/0YsKjREeVzQ/s1600/robert-pattinson-vancouver-2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512261519589396626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TH98pZguUJI/AAAAAAAABZY/0YsKjREeVzQ/s400/robert-pattinson-vancouver-2.jpg" /><br /><p align="center"></a>I wanted it to be like this but with less women involved and possibly just me, Mary, and Gemma, I mean someone has to pet the puppy!</p><p align="center">But instead it was like this....</p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TH99qk6-8KI/AAAAAAAABZg/3vrZjZPQKvI/s1600/ah+jeez.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512262639343825058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TH99qk6-8KI/AAAAAAAABZg/3vrZjZPQKvI/s400/ah+jeez.jpg" /></a>Yeah I wasn't happy!</p><div align="center"></div><div align="center">In fact....</div><br /><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TH9-CR5dVOI/AAAAAAAABZo/sQfmdWajKyE/s1600/Calvin-bad-mood.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 327px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512263046554014946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TH9-CR5dVOI/AAAAAAAABZo/sQfmdWajKyE/s400/Calvin-bad-mood.gif" /></p><p align="center"></a>I was really pissed off!!!!</p><p align="left">Then whilst I was chatting on messenger with Becky and Stan, lamenting my terrible misfortune another friend of mine popped up on messenger. </p><p align="left">It was Chris, my friend all through school, not a close buddy friend but a friend none the less, he hung with the popular kids, I was geeky and gawky, he was a sports star, almost became a professional footballer but due to injury didn't make it. Me and him have been through a lot. I was there for him when he and his ex wife split up. We used to chat on the phone, occasionally he would be on business in the area and we'd go for lunch, His crazy wife tried to do him in a couple of times and finally took him for pretty much everything just after he'd had a heart attack. Yeah bitch is the word. She has constantly used his kids against him, stopped him seeing them, smashed up his car, smashed up the antiques he'd collected and generally been an all out cow bag. </p><p align="left">He was there for me when my partner cheated on me and left me, he came to my wedding even after being mugged the day before and savaged by a dog the muggers had got with them. I know unbelievable!</p><p align="left">He is happily married now and recently he invited me to his and his wife's wedding vow renewal. Renewal I asked, why, you've only been married 6 years. Turns out Karon needs a heart transplant and will die without one and he has had several strokes and now they think he also has small vessel disease in the brain and he may not live past 50. he finally admitted all this to me today, he didn't tell me before because he didn't want to upset me!!!</p><p align="left">So now my whole car broken down, can't see Mary, pissed off at money and the world has paled into much more insignificance. We should enjoy our lives to the best of our ability. </p><p align="left">I told Chris I was sad and angry and he said don't be, I'm not. I have good friends, a loving wife and have lived an interesting and fantastic life, hopefully I will prove them wrong and live longer. I said well you always were awkward so go to it!</p><p align="left">So to my friends in my real life and my friends I have made through books and blogs whether I have met you or not, live, love, enjoy and remember there but for the grace of God go I.</p><p align="left">Love you all, thank you for being my friends X</p><p align="center"></p><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TH-D7SJJOsI/AAAAAAAABZw/YNJUTX5i0WU/s1600/thing-called-love.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 346px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512269523430488770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZiDEq2bTJyM/TH-D7SJJOsI/AAAAAAAABZw/YNJUTX5i0WU/s400/thing-called-love.jpg" /></a>NibbleitPattinsonakaNebilethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00120309952006849278noreply@blogger.com5