If you haven’t guessed by the name of the domain, I’m Stef Dawson and this is my corner of cyberspace dedicated to all things random. I’m sex-obsessed, unhappy with my breasts, longing to find out which 'someone I know' is interested in me, supposed to add my name to a chain letter so Bill Gates will make poverty history, and my vices are chewable Cialis, gambling, Viagra, and voyeurism … or so the spam companies appear to think. I’m also a bit cunning. That’s me over there. No, not that way, that picture over there. How many people look like that who aren’t in the loony bin?
At the moment I’m too lazy to finish the site. Not that a website should ever be deemed ‘finished’ per se, but at the very least it should have content worthy of reading, and perhaps a sideways glance at reality. Ergo, with it somewhat lacking on both these counts, this site is labelled Work In Progress and is subject to change that could ruin your appetite.
In case you’re the sort of person that twitches like a cock-starved nymphomaniac if you don’t tweet every 8 minutes to show your friends how exciting you are, check out the latest happenings to prove just how glacial my site updates are. Alternatively you could inject yourself full of recentoxyhydroxil with one of the following:
Play Crouching Badger, Hidden Terror Mashup the title of the rubbish film Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon to improve it.Plugsmd_parent Grabs the parent category from any given child in the Txp category tree. With large hierarchies you are not restricted to grabbing the ‘root’ element but can go any numb… PostThe changing face of broadcast TV The BBC are desperate. They need your money so badly, they’ve changed the way they impose their tax, regardless of how you consume TV. I don’t think they have the resources to do that.
You might also enjoy the blog post entitled Suckipedia, but there’s always the possibility you think it sucks. For those who crave even more instantitude you can find me on Google+, Facebook or you can join the socialites awaiting my first utterance on Twatter.
If you’re in any way dissatisfied with what’s going on amid these bytes, feel free to send me an email and I’ll either send you back an estimate of when I’ll get this site firing on more than one cylinder1 or point at your ears and laugh.
1 fineprint: One estimate per customer. Management reserve the right for the estimate to be within three parsecs (plus or minus) of the actual time the site works properly. No correspondence (after the initial correspondence of course) will be entered into. English teachers please forgive the last sentence ending with a preposition. Calls cost no more than thruppence a second and last for a week. Calls may be monitored for training porpoises. The editor’s decision is unanimous and his own, so ner.