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Tell us of how you dreamed big asks Grrrmachine, only to see it crushed into oblivion by runaway train of reality.

(, Wed 17 Aug 2016, 14:01)

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Destroyed someone's life, did a bit of psychological bullying. Had a right laugh. Lolololol.

(, Sat 27 Aug 2016, 9:21, 6 replies)
I never did go to school naked.

(, Fri 19 Aug 2016, 13:02, 10 replies)
Once appearing first on here was a sign of something.

Now it means you are the only person to visit the page on the day
(, Wed 17 Aug 2016, 14:06, 1 reply)
I dreamt that Grrrmachine suggested an interesting QOTW

(, Thu 1 Sep 2016, 20:21, 9 replies)
I once had a dream where I wanky wanky wank wank wank wanky wanky wanky wank wank

(, Thu 1 Sep 2016, 16:11, 3 replies)
I dreamt of being a medicine man
[WARNING: bitter unamusing rant ahead]

A couple of years ago I had a nice 3 bedroom place in London, and a so-called best mate living with me (Andrew Avetoom, spread that name as a warning!), and I had a nice ganja grow op going on. 20 plants max in the main NFT rig, General Hydroponics 3-part nutrients, 1200w of lighting, and I was off the booze and getting a good night's kip every night. As a result of that everything else in my life was going swimmingly thanks to me being mentally on top form. Making new friends, and all set to supply concentrates for free to some medical users I knew. Just my way of doing my bit for society - no man is an island :)

Andrew Avetoom didn't like me having my mind all sorted. Andrew Avetoom wanted me fucked up in the head so he could feel superior and manipulate me. So on a trip to Boomtown festival, which was a weekend break I really needed to help me unwind, he went with a plan to fuck with me and anger me to breaking point. He forgot I was his verbal contract landlord. In the end the only possible conclusion was that he was a total and utter cunt. I threw him and his shit out the house.

End of story? Oh no. He comes back and breaks in with pigs under the pretence of a "welfare visit", as if me kicking him out was somehow my fault and not a result of his deliberate psychological fuckery that was even observed by the people we met up with at Boomtown, a sister of a B3tan and her mates. Never mind the fact that I have this new fangled thing called a mobile phone. The pigs he let in (did I mention I put a chain on the door because he stole the door keys?) got a whiff of the harvest that was ready to be processed. Bang! Life destroyed, psych help I'd got as soon as he was out rendered useless, patients deprived of medicine, and he has not got a single answer for me or them or anyone. Literally total refusal to even acknowledge basic plain English questions let alone answer them.

Total fucking despicable scumbag cunt.

Andrew Avetoom, of Kinston upon Thames. He is a master bullshitter and manipulative sociopath, always has an excuse for his behaviour.

Shall I post pics?
(, Fri 26 Aug 2016, 10:05, 64 replies)
Hardly any of my dreams have ever come true
Apart from the one where all your teeth fall out. That one did come true.
(, Wed 17 Aug 2016, 21:50, 1 reply)

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