Carl

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Oh Look You’re Famous

What is it with bellends who insist on trying to login to the admin side of the site? There’s nothing in there for you, that is unless you are bent on carrying out mischief. So with that said, the list of IP’s below is just a tiny snippet of the log which shows the number of attempts made and yes I know some could be remotely controlled etc but seriously some people need to get a fuckin’ job!!

IP: 193.104.41.186 (Transdnistria) <- never ‘eard of this place, had to look it up – either way he/she is a persistant bugger
Attempts: 27

IP: 125.212.220.77 (Vietnam)
Attempts: 14

IP: 133.242.22.177 (Japan)
Attempts: 3

IP: 14.165.54.161 (Vietnam)
Attempts: 3

IP: 149.154.67.29 (Russia)
Attempts: 3

IP: 162.42.239.248 (USA)
Attempts: 6

IP: 166.78.169.147 (USA)
Attempts: 6

IP: 168.226.214.109 (Argentina)
Attempts: 3

IP: 176.102.35.178 (Ukraine)
Attempts: 3

IP: 182.160.155.72 (Australia)
Attempts: 6

IP: 192.64.81.197 (USA)
Attempts: 4

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About Time

It finally arrived, delay after delay after delay I got it, now to put it away 😉

Pink Floyd - The Endless River

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More Chuckles

An Italian, a Frenchman, and a Welshman were talking about screams of passion.

The Italian said: “Last night I massaged my wife all over her body with the finest extra virgin olive oil, then we made passionate love and I made her scream, non-stop for five minutes.”

The Frenchman said: “Last night I massaged my wife all over her body with special aphrodisiac oil from Provence and then we made passionate love. I made her scream for fifteen minutes straight.”

The Welshman said: That’s nothing butt!  Last night I massaged my wife, right, all over her body with a special butter.  I caressed her entire body with the butter and then made love and I made her scream for two long hours.”

The Italian and Frenchman, astonished, asked, “Two full hours? Wow! That’s phenomenal. How did you do it to make her scream for two hours?”

The Welshman replied: “I wiped my hands on the curtains.”

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A Personal WWI Homage

Seeing as the site’s been moved I just thought I’d make my first REAL post not test post’s an homage to my Grandad’s.

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Rebuilding

Just finished rebuilding the site after changing servers, – I’m pretty sure it all works but if you fall over an error, odd’s are I have already found it.

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Added My Records

I finally got around to adding my record collection (such as it is) I did cheat however and used Discogs for the bulk of the info, it saved me sitting here typing it in 😛

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More Silly’s From The Old Man

The novel “Fifty Shades Of Grey” has seduced women – and baffled blokes.
Now , Fifty Sheds Of Grey, offers a treat for the men.

The book’s author Colin Grey recounts his love encounters at the bottom of the garden.

Here are some extracts…

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We tried various positions – round the back, on the side, up against a wall.
But in the end we came to the conclusion the bottom of the garden was the only place for a good shed.

She stood before me, trembling in my shed.
“I’m yours for the night,” she gasped, “You can do whatever you want with me.”
So I took her to Bunning’s.

She knelt before me on the shed floor and tugged gently at first, then harder until finally it came. I moaned with pleasure. Now for the other boot.

Ever since she read THAT book, I’ve had to buy all kinds of ropes, chains and shackles.  She still manages to get into the shed, though.

“Put on this rubber suit and mask,” I instructed, calmly.
“Mmmm, kinky!” she purred.
“Yes,” I said, “You can’t be too careful with all that asbestos in the shed roof.”

“I’m a very naughty girl,” she said, biting her lip. “I need to be punished.”
So I invited my mum to stay for the weekend.

“Harder!” she cried, gripping the workbench tightly. “Harder!”
“Okay,” I said. “What’s the gross national product of Nicaragua?”

I lay back exhausted, gazing happily out of the shed window. Despite my concerns about my inexperience, my rhubarb had come up a treat.

“Are you sure you can take the pain?” she demanded, brandishing stilettos.
“I think so,” I gulped.
“Here we go, then,” she said, and showed me the receipt.

“Hurt me!” she begged, raising her skirt as she bent over my workbench.
“Very well,” I replied. “You’ve got fat ankles and no dress sense.”

“Are you sure you want this?” I asked. “When I’m done, you won’t be able to sit down for weeks.” She nodded.
“Okay,” I said, putting the three-piece lounge suite on eBay.

“Punish me!” she cried. “Make me suffer like only a real man can!”
“Very well,” I replied, leaving the toilet seat up.

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eBay Sux!!

Listed Scorpions Virgin Killer the one with the banned cover, dutifully blurred the offending bit out and left it. Just checked and it had been cancelled by eBay because it broke their rules???? Pardon me but IT WAS BLURRY YA FUCKWITS!!!
Anyhoo I just relisted it with a big white square over the offending bits – let’s see if they cancel that one as well.

http://www.ebay.com.au/itm/111357796406

Scorpions Virgin Killer

UPDATE: The bastards did delete the above one, so now I’ve relisted it and it looks like this

Scorpions Virgin Killer

This is the link to it http://www.ebay.com.au/itm/111358010930

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