tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334391160365031546.post2155774228763605407..comments2023-10-10T05:17:55.737-07:00Comments on Crushed By Ingsoc: Ninth Crushed Sunday MemuseticaCrushedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02479751225625007588noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334391160365031546.post-79574979337669364832008-12-07T15:17:00.000-08:002008-12-07T15:17:00.000-08:00I went to a Richard Branson party at his house onc...I went to a Richard Branson party at his house once.<br><br>Cool !Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334391160365031546.post-47216095176422726802008-12-07T15:25:00.000-08:002008-12-07T15:25:00.000-08:00Now THAT's what I call a party ;)Now THAT's what I call a party ;)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334391160365031546.post-44561335848103145882008-12-07T19:34:00.000-08:002008-12-07T19:34:00.000-08:00I'm beginning to think there are two types of peop...I'm beginning to think there are two types of people in this world: those who enjoy a bit of pain and those who don't.<br><br>I'm most certainly in the NO PAIN group, I can't understand what is so pleasurable about being hurt. Not even in sex.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334391160365031546.post-52075417024712212422008-12-08T04:21:00.000-08:002008-12-08T04:21:00.000-08:00Crushed, am glad you never said Mr Hanky :)Crushed, am glad you never said Mr Hanky :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334391160365031546.post-51932200507737352752008-12-08T07:46:00.000-08:002008-12-08T07:46:00.000-08:00I would assume that a Richard Branson party would ...I would assume that a Richard Branson party would be nothing less than lavish. When I imagine it I see bizarre story book characters tight rope walking across a pond of hungry aligators. Dunno why, just do.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334391160365031546.post-1187577936476917052008-12-08T11:49:00.000-08:002008-12-08T11:49:00.000-08:00Hmm Kately, you've just never been bitten in the r...Hmm Kately, you've just never been bitten in the right place at the right time, that's all...<br><br>And I'd love to go to one of Richard's parties, that would be fucking awesome!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334391160365031546.post-39016900381993480042008-12-08T13:02:00.000-08:002008-12-08T13:02:00.000-08:00E-K- Did you pull his beard?I'd have asked him if ...E-K- Did you pull his beard?<br><br>I'd have asked him if he ever danced round in forests at midnight, hoping no one would hear him give away his real name...<br><br>NurseExec- It was :)<br>Parties are what life is all about.<br><br>Kate- It depends on how far you go. Nails through genitals, bad. Being cuffed to the bedpost while the strict nun punishes you for creeping into the convent, good :)<br><br>Nunyaa- Did you ever see the one with Mr Slave?<br>With the gerbil?<br>You really should, you'd love it.<br><br>Reeny- I'm trying to figure quite WHY you see that...<br>I'm not seeing it myself...<br><br>I remember once at Uni we came up with this bizarre scenario. It was that the biggest secret of the government, was the cabinet spliff.<br><br>In our version, Tony Blair would be winding up and Gordon would be getting impatient. In the end Gordon would say 'That's ok, Tony, reefer time'.<br>And we would discuss how all the various cabinet members got after a puff.<br>We reckoned Jack Straw (Then Home secretary) would be getting frisky with Margaret Becket.<br><br>This imaginary scenario would then be punctuated by the arrival of Gerry Adama and Ian Paisley for peace talks, in which the pair would play spin the bottle to decide the future of Ireland, after a good smoke.<br><br>Fusion- Timing is everything, this is so.<br><br>I'm thinking Obama needs to have a party. I reckon HE knows how to party!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com