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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:linnog45.blog.co.uk,2009-11-09:/</id><title>Inane ramblings of a disused mineshaft</title><link rel="self" href="http://linnog45.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://linnog45.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-09T11:47:53+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:linnog45.blog.co.uk,2005-10-06:/2005/10/06/it_s_pathetic_i_know_but~220458/</id><title>It's pathetic I know but....</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://linnog45.blog.co.uk/2005/10/06/it_s_pathetic_i_know_but~220458/"/><author><name>Linnog45</name></author><published>2005-10-06T22:54:48+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T22:54:48+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;The boy was still standing on the burning deck&lt;br&gt;
These things just come to pass&lt;br&gt;
But the flames were like a long lost friend&lt;br&gt;
As they licked towards his a...what the hell's going on here?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;And there's more...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;TBSOTBD&lt;br&gt;
He was facing to the front&lt;br&gt;
Surely he should have jumped by now&lt;br&gt;
The stupid little c...now that's enough!!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;And so to bed
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://linnog45.blog.co.uk/2005/10/06/it_s_pathetic_i_know_but~220458/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:linnog45.blog.co.uk,2005-10-05:/2005/10/06/the_boy_stood_on_the_burning_deck~218725/</id><title>The boy stood on the burning deck</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://linnog45.blog.co.uk/2005/10/06/the_boy_stood_on_the_burning_deck~218725/"/><author><name>Linnog45</name></author><published>2005-10-06T00:03:43+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T00:03:43+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;His feet were covered in blisters&lt;br&gt;
He had no knickers to put on&lt;br&gt;
So he put on his sister's&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Oooh yes, the joys of poetry. And if you are with a gang of mates just keep making up boy/burning deck poems and you are bound to raise a laugh.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;eg&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;TBSOTBD&lt;br&gt;
he was feeling rather silly&lt;br&gt;
The flames grew higher and higher&lt;br&gt;
And burnt the end of his well developed sense of humour...&lt;br&gt;
See I didn't go for the obvious "rude" ending.&lt;br&gt;
Here, fill the last line of this one in yourself&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;TBSOTBD&lt;br&gt;
he couldn't believe his luck&lt;br&gt;
he realised he'd soon have to move,&lt;br&gt;
As it was getting hot as f&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Eh?
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://linnog45.blog.co.uk/2005/10/06/the_boy_stood_on_the_burning_deck~218725/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:linnog45.blog.co.uk,2005-10-05:/2005/10/05/rasper~218693/</id><title>RASPER!!!!!!</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://linnog45.blog.co.uk/2005/10/05/rasper~218693/"/><author><name>Linnog45</name></author><published>2005-10-05T23:36:55+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T23:36:55+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="/img/smilies/graydead.gif" alt="XX(" class="middle" border="0"&gt;You know when you are walking down the street with your ipod earphones in, and you let off a fart...How do you know how loud it was?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The reason I ask was that this very day in Oxford St, I thought I had let go a "puffy" one, but it obviously came out as a "rasper" and people looked at me in a most peculiar way!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;And it stunk!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Don't fart in a lift...or if you do make it a silent one and keep looking at the fit young bird in a knowing yet accusatory manner.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;If you are in a lift on your own and know that there will be no one getting on when you get off - let one rip as you do so, so the next person in will get an unpleasant surprise.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I once got in a lift in one of the tower blocks at Essex Uni and there was a turd in the corner. Disgusting! But not only that, it was tucked up right into the corner so it must have been someone with a triangular arse who put it there as no other shape of arse would fit.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Scatology&lt;/p&gt;
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