Do you have some favourite games from your youth? I guess we probably all do and recently I went a bit moist eyed and starting reminiscing about mine. Blow up action. I never actually had any inflatable games but I had something fairly similar. My dad had a bizarre habit of bringing home things which he found on the street or in industrial waste bins. A bag of seaweed and an old, cracked Little Richard.
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I have been thinking of sprucing up my house for a while now and decided that it was time to have a look to see what is on offer to a person of taste and discretion these days. Home theater seating. I am not sure if I am the only person who notices this, but it seems that we all complain to get a cinema in town and then never go once one opens. I.
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I figured that it’s about time to reveal to the world that not all my memories are sad / pathetic / traumatic ones. So here goes with my top 5 memories. 1. Playing cue games with my Dad. When I was a kid the best quality time I spent with my father was playing snooker in the club he went to. I can still taste the warm, sticky lemonade in my mouth when I think.
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You know, writing on the internet is kind of interesting, but maybe it’s time I used the site to find a “real” job. Let’s see if I can find some ideas today. A farmer. Worm farming has got to be pretty easy, hasn’t it? You don’t need to milk them, lead them into fields or carry big bales of hales about on a pitchfork. Maybe I could diversify by adding some spiders and caterpillars as.
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Anyone who has learned a second language knows how easy it is to make mistakes which no native speaker would ever make. I live in South America and struggle away in Spanish, with speaking to my 7 month old daughter and writing the only times when I use English these days. As a bit of fun I decided to put this site to a test and ask a few Spanish speakers to look at some.
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