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    January 24

    a lot of rubbish

    After taking a look at Chris' Blog I have found out thhe following random bits of info: How Im going to die: By just disappearing on a camping trip or sumat random What type of girl am i: An Athletic tomboy (100%) Which Disney Character I am: Peter Pan (100%) What type of person am I: Immature (100%) Nice (100%) Which Action hero Am I: Batman (79%) (HellO Mr Bale!!!) Lara Croft (79%) And Finally... What mythological Creature am i: Dammit crap! Im a friggin Mermaid!!!!!!!!(75%)
    January 18

    one word

    I have but one word: SHLEMONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hehehe!
    January 16

    Llamas and Ducks!

    This is quite funny but don't do wat i did and look at it the morning of an exam!!! http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/llama.php Quack!
    January 15

    Someone try to explain this one!

    A dream in which Tony Blair and Cherie Blair appear alongside Patrick Kielty, Dr Who a bunch of other politicians and also an Alien Invasion of Planet Earth occurs. Obviously there was more to this dream but its long and complicated so i shall leave it for the moment. This actually happened a while ago but I have just remembered about it so I thought id share and see what other people think. I like the word people. It reminds me of my childhood Opal Fruits before they bacame starburst. (Sigh) The good old days!!
    January 10

    Black holes

    It would appear that I am a little black hole for random and bizarre occurrences. So here's a bit of randomness for you all: Last night I had a dream about a red squirrel in my grandparents’ front garden. However it wasn't a red squirrel at all but actually a stoat. But it came into the house and I couldn't get it to leave. It was being very annoying. It decided to wreak some havoc and so started to wind up the lion. The lion roared and scared the squirrel/stoat creature so it didn't do that again. Finally, I persuaded it to leave but not before it turned round and told me that it was neither a squirrel nor a stoat but was in fact a weasel. It's a possibility that I may need psychiatric help. But I like my wee world of Bob. I find it quite amusing really.