There once was a man from Bulgaria, Who found he had caught malaria, His blood turned to gravy, His navel went navy, And then he checked out this web site and he was instantly cured and it was proclaimed a miracle and everyone was very happy and paid me loads of money to check me site. As if
OK, I have this funny feeling I might once have said I'd put some technical and educational crap on e site somewhere, so I doubt I'm going to have to. You'll have to wait though, cos technical stuff isn't particualrly entertaining, therefore I don't like it, OK?
This is a nice little place for burnt out students and other people who are students and
also happen to be burnt out. (By the way, if any students out there have any suggestions as to what the hell I'm going to do with this page, feel free to drop me a line. Cheers.) I am an Irish student studying in the Department of Very Silly
People under the School of Slowly and Painfully Working-out the Blindingly Obvious.
I am completely sane, depending on who you compare me to. Usually. I see it as my continuing mission
to boldly go and cheer up the entire student body who are desperate enough to need me to cheer them up.
So, welcome one and all to this, my homepage, where I hope to administer copious amounts of class 'A' drugs,
force people to inhale lots of nitrous-oxide, and generally give people a slap if they aren't enjoying themselves.
So...... CHEER UP, DAMMIT!!!! UNLESS YOU WANT A SLAP!!!!

Click here to find out all about me
I went mad for a while; did me no end of good. I decided I was a lemon for a couple of weeks. I kept myself amused all that time jumping in and out of a gin and tonic. I found a small lake that thought it was a gin and tonic and jumped in and out of that. At least, I thought it thought it was a gin and tonic.

Jackie Chan's Sado-Masochism class.
Lesson1. Do the splits quickly.
Lesson2. Jump from insanely high buildings.
Lesson3. Slap an enraged buufalo in the face with a fresh salmon.
Next week, Lesson 4. How to survive lessons 1-3.
Click here to see pics I drew.
'Amateur Murderers, Dictators and all round nasty peoples Social Club.
Are you tired/bored/depressed?
Do you need to get out more often?
Do you ever wake up in the morning and think 'why bother'?
Would you like to get out, get some exercise and have a good time?
Do you get sudden visions of your next-door neighbour roasting slowly over a camp-fire?
Have you ever had a craving just to go get a knife and stab someone repeatedly?
Have you ever been mindlessly violent and killed a bunch of people once for no apparent reason?
Have you ever dreamed of freshly spilled blood ,running over your boots and congealing
on your coat in a fashion that suddenly gives you an excuse to be mindlessly violent?
Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moon light?
If you answer more than all of these questions 'yes', then go get a psychiatrist.
If you answer all of these questions 'Wha'', then get a brain.
If you answer any of these questions 'yes', then join the 'Amateur Murderers, Dictators and all round nasty peoples Social Club'.
From the comfort of your own radiation-proof blast shelter, you can meet new people, see interesting places and plan that long awaited
nuclear holocaust, all without getting up off your fat backside.
Brought to you by the people who sprung 'Things to do in Denver When You Want Someone Dead','Retired Genocidal Maniacs Amatuer Dramatic Society'
and 'How to Rid the Planet of Unwanted and Annoying Popstars' comes 'Amatuer Murderers, Dictators and all round nasty peoples Social Club'.
Anyone who feels I should dedicate a page to the 'Amatuer Murderers, Dictators and all round nasty peoples Social Club' should email me and say so. So do it now.
Click here to go to my friends page.
Life
Life is like a grapefruit. It's sort of orangy yellow and dimpled on the outside, wet and squidgy in the middle. It's got pips inside too. Oh, and some people have half a one for breakfast.

Look out for more of Philly's terribly clever sayings in the future.
Some thoughtful stuff.
Alcohol
Alcohol will not solve your problems. All it will do is cause it to temporarily recede behind a misleading haze of impaired conciousness. Make mine a double then.
The problem with alcohol is this:- �. I'm not quite sure what the problem is, but it has something to do with the following.
He had a drink. He then had another quick one to follow the first one down and check that it was allright. He sent a third drink down to see why the second hadn't yet reported on the condition of the first. He poured another drink down his throat with the plan that it would head the previous one off at the pass, join forces with it, and together they would get the second to pull itself together. Then all three would go off in search of the first, give it a good talking to and maybe a bit of a sing as well. He felt uncertain as to whether the fourth drink had understood all, that, so he sent a fifth to explain the plan more fully and a sixth for moral support.
See what I mean?

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Oh, just have to credit Douglas Adams for some of the things I've used here. Several came from "The Hitch Hikers Guide to the Galaxy" and it's sequels, "The resturant at the End of the Universe." , "So Long and Thanks for all the Fish", "Life, the Universe and Everything" and "Mostly Harmless".
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