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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:giberto.blog.co.uk,2009-11-10:/</id><title>Giberto's Articles</title><link rel="self" href="http://giberto.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://giberto.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-10T02:59:40+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:giberto.blog.co.uk,2008-01-02:/2008/01/02/ay_up_demo_blog~3519520/</id><title>Ay up [demo blog]</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://giberto.blog.co.uk/2008/01/02/ay_up_demo_blog~3519520/"/><author><name>Giberto</name></author><published>2008-01-02T18:26:47+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T20:11:53+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt; Today I arose from a glorious drunken stupor with heavy lids and a large “boxer-bulge”. I could have been rid of my trouser power with a quick acquaintance with the palm yet I thought against it. It would make me feel dirty as it was 2:35 in the afternoon and wasn’t a proper masturbation time.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;As I got into the crappy shower provided by the fine University of Wolverhampton I found myself preying for a pleasant experience. It is a belief of mine that the showers are smarter than we think. As I turned it on the sharp pain threw me against the shower wall. There has to be a motive for such an assault.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I reckon the story would go like this:&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Me:        What's up, man?&lt;br&gt;
Shower:    You should know!&lt;br&gt;
Me:        What?! I didn't even know you could talk!&lt;br&gt;
Shower:    Fine!&lt;br&gt;
Me:        Fuck off!&lt;br&gt;
Shower:    Don't you swear at me! What time do you call this?&lt;br&gt;
Me:        Is that it? You are &lt;em&gt;So&lt;/em&gt; hormonal!&lt;br&gt;
Shower:    What!&lt;br&gt;
Me:        Excuse me for a sec.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dead silence ensues as I wash my nethers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Me:        Continue-&lt;br&gt;
Shower:    Hormonal? HORMONAL!?! How can you expect me to not be pissed at you?&lt;br&gt;
Me:        Maybe the fact that I have done nothing wrong?&lt;br&gt;
Shower:    Nothing wrong, eh? Nothing wrong?! I haven't seen you in about 2 weeks since you&lt;br&gt;
           did pleasured yourself in here! You used me!&lt;br&gt;
Me:        Your a fucking shower. There are 6 other people on this corridor.&lt;br&gt;
Shower:    You are special, though.&lt;br&gt;
Me:        Really? Well...who's hairs are these in your plug hole, eh?&lt;br&gt;
Shower:    Erm.&lt;br&gt;
Me:        That's what I thought.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I then leave the shower&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Shower:    I'm pregnant!&lt;br&gt;
Me:        It's probably the tap's, you cheap hussy!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I slam the door and conclude the event&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Other than the shower my day has been productive. I am sitting in my kitchen which I have converted into an office. I am on my swivel chair and can glide all around the room with ease. It is fucking ace! I am such a dude!
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