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if you were writing ur autobiography how would you start the first page
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over a year ago
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There are some people in life who are witty, devilishly good looking and a wow at parties. Others dedicate their lives to science, the arts and other worthy causes.
This is not their story... |
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"There are some people in life who are witty, devilishly good looking and a wow at parties. Others dedicate their lives to science, the arts and other worthy causes.
This is not their story..."
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I waa born in Liverpool, first bin on the right.
From the moment I was born I've been a gobshite.
Dipping in bins was my first lesson in life,
Getting beat up in Tocky was my daily strife,
In our wheelie bins, in our wheelie bins,
We knicked knickers out drying to stop being glum,
We'd run up paths and play knock and run
In our wheelie bins
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"I waa born in Liverpool, first bin on the right.
From the moment I was born I've been a gobshite.
Dipping in bins was my first lesson in life,
Getting beat up in Tocky was my daily strife,
In our wheelie bins, in our wheelie bins,
We knicked knickers out drying to stop being glum,
We'd run up paths and play knock and run
In our wheelie bins
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"There are some people in life who are witty, devilishly good looking and a wow at parties. Others dedicate their lives to science, the arts and other worthy causes.
This is not their story..."
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By (user no longer on site)
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"I waa born in Liverpool, first bin on the right.
From the moment I was born I've been a gobshite.
Dipping in bins was my first lesson in life,
Getting beat up in Tocky was my daily strife,
In our wheelie bins, in our wheelie bins,
We knicked knickers out drying to stop being glum,
We'd run up paths and play knock and run
In our wheelie bins
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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I was born in a trunk.
Mama died and my daddy got d*unk.
Left me here to die alone
In the middle of Tobacco Road.
Growin' up rusty shack,
All I had was hangin' on my back.
Only you know how I loathe
This place called Tobacco Road.
But it's home, the only life I ever known.
Only you know how I loathe Tobacco Road.
Gonna leave, get a job
With the help and the grace from above.
Save some money, get rich and old,
Bring it back to Tobacco Road.
But it's home, the only life I ever known.
Only you know how I loathe Tobacco Road.
Bring that dynamite and a crane,
Blow it up, start all over again.
Build a town, be proud to show.
Gives the name Tobacco Road |
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Given up at birth for adoption some time after Rhodesia unilaterally declared indepence, this 'unnamed white male' has been somewhat luckier in life that the original odds would lead one to expect... |
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By (user no longer on site)
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"I entered the world how I'm destined to leave it
screaming?"
I want to go peacefully in my sleep like my grandad, not screaming like his bus passengers 
I'll get my coat... |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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It was the summer of 1989 when I discovered music, proper music that is, none of the shite electro pop that had dominated my teenage years, I'm talking of course about the Stone Roses. It was also the summer in which I was introduced to alcohol, proper alcohol that is, not a glass of wine with the family over Sunday lunch, but the joys of too many beers and not yet knowing the point at which you should stop. And finally it was the summer where I realised what sex was, proper sex that is, not the five knuckle shuffle and the deeply unsatisfying _iews of the VHS porn video that was kept secretly stashed at the bottom of the wardrobe. No, I'm talking proper sex, with proper girls. The summer of 1989 was to be the most amazing time and where my life really began. |
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By (user no longer on site)
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i never wanted to write this book. I all ways wanted to be a lumber jack, to swing from tree to tree and sail down the mighty rivers of british coloumbia with my best girl at my side and sing sign oh im a lumber jack and im ok .........  |
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By (user no longer on site)
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""I first met my Mother on the 28th March .......
Not "well every bodies gotta be somewhere" "
No that followed a few minutes later when I enquired as to my whereabouts ...  |
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