at the risk of sounding like a freak, i fucking love fable II
i thought the word 'penis' kind of gave the NSFW away
it's just a good excuse to put nude pictures of himself on the web, right? as opposed to a bad excuse.
sweet, that's what i'm after... hope there are still vacancies.
okay, i haven't registered with all the agencies yet (I contacted 14) as i am still enjoying this much needed time out, but those i did get a call back from were clarity group and temporarily yours (at the risk of shooting myself in the (other) foot) if you want to follow them up.
i'm still looking around on arts hub and the like, but i decided a postie job might not be a bad change for summer. and fuck i hate those key selection criteria.
anyway, commiserations, pr, but i'll keep you posted on my progress when i'm back on the wagon later this week.
shit, there are a few of us these days. must be the season.
are you temping now? or you are specifically looking for a long term position?
okay everyone, i still have three spots in my buller lodge. pm me if ayone needs on-mountain accommodation.
i just took your advice, JJ. i'm so enjoying having time off i really don't think i need anything more than this right now. i'm hoping they'll put up for a motorcycle licence.
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Fisticuffs are a favourite pastime for the Victorian Gentleman: Standard Edition, as well as a way to sort out minor scuffles and souffles. Unlike modern boxers, the Victorian Gentlemen were not layabouts nor lollygaggers; they required no padding nor special equipment. Bare knuckle fighting was the order of the day, and some experts believe it was the special of the day. This mano-a-mano competition could continue for anything up to 45 days, both combatants circling each other slowly, weighing up the strengths and weaknesses of their opponent and smoking fine cigars. During fisticuffs, the jacket is always taken off, braces are unhooked from the shoulder and sleeves are rolled up. Marquis of Queensbury rules apply here!
When the duel finally comes down to the action, it is usually over in a matter of minutes. This is the action time, gentlemen. The loser sustains minor injuries but more importantly he suffers great egojuries. The winner will strut around for a few days, perhaps squawking a little whilst his manservant Billikins makes his tea and shines his shoes and 'feeds his legs'.
Fisticuffs going old-style, I say! These two gentleman are using the Hamley stance.