2002-08-31T19:04:00.000Z

this is not any old story. this is the story of me. as such, it has NO ending.

yep, guess you're gonna have to read this shit forever, the rest of your lives guys.

ok, so the weblog isn't very old right now, but it is full of tasty stuff so read it anyway.

here you go:

AUGUST 2002: starting out, job, Will and Beech, Football and America.

SEPTEMBER 2002: Leicester, foreign policy, 9/11, adam.

OCTOBER 2002:

NOVEMBER 2002:

DECEMBER 2002:

JANUARY 2003:

FEBRUARY 2003:

JOKE OF THE DAY: A jumbo jet is just coming into the Toronto Airport on it's final
approach.

The pilot comes on the intercom, "This is your Captain. We're on our
final descent into Toronto. I want to thank you for flying with us
today and I hope you enjoy your stay in Toronto.

"He forgets to switch off the intercom.

Now the whole plane can hear his conversation from the cockpit.

The co-pilot says to the pilot. Well skipper, what are you going to
do in Toronto?"

Now all ears are listening to this conversation.

Well" says the skipper, "first I'm going check into the hotel and
take a crap. Then I'm going take that new stewardess out for supper,
you know, the one with the huge boobs. I'm going wine and dine her,
take her back to my room and put it to her all night."

Everyone on the plane is trying to get a look at the new stewardess.

She's so embarrassed that she runs from the back of the plane to try
and get to the cockpit to turn the intercom off. Halfway down the
aisle, she trips over an old lady's bag and down she goes.

The old lady leans over and says: "No need to run, dear.
He's gotta take a shit first."

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