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 massively overweight, unhappy with my breasts, won't pull women unless I lose my beer gut, will get £4550 back if I sue any company over mis-selling me PPI, and my vices are BBW in my neighbourhood, cupcakes, curvy latinos, and Viagra … or so the spam companies appear to think. I’m also a bit of a goat. 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 chocolate dispenser. Ergo, with it somewhat lacking on both these counts, this site is labelled Work In Progress and is subject to change that could induce tears from Chuck Norris.
In case you’re the sort of person that twitches like a fourteen-year-old schoolgirl without her iPhone 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 snort up any of the following lines of recentness:
Play Crouching Badger, Hidden Terror Mashup the title of the rubbish film Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon to improve it.Plugsmd_pagicle Automatically split long articles into bite-size hunks which visitors can navigate between using a stylable pager. Split by text, regular expression or on particular tag… PostEU exit: the aftermath So the UK narrowly voted to leave the EU yesterday. According to my Facebook stream, the sky is now falling. Can we gain a little perspective please?
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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.