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Swine Lord

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About Me

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I'm like, dead interesting, innit. Most MySpacers have ishoos, angst, and get driven to school by their muvvahz. I however transcend such petty concerns.
Being a pig, I get to roll around in my filth all day, which is pretty much what chavs do, only I do it in a non-metaphorical manner.
I is also ghetto-fabulous, owing to a poor education and a lower-than-average life expectancy. I am furthermore deeply spiritual as I believe God has the body of a man and the mind of a woman, which makes him/her a sort of cosmic lady boy-meets-demiurg type thingy.
I am also really popular in parts of the world where teetotal women wear tents and get stoned to death for asking men if they have the time.
Anyway, here's the potted biog: got born, got larger, stopped growing, will probably die soon and then move on to being sausages. Any questions, feckerz?

My Interests

Booze, metal, booze, metal, booze, metal.

I'd like to meet:

Women with loose morals, brewery owners.

Music:

Death, Thrash, Black, Grind, Doom.

Movies:

Transexual Pony Lover, My Little Pony - The Movie, Black Beauty.

Television:

The Testcard, news coverage of tragedies, the first free five minutes on satellite porn channels.

Books:

The Phone Book, Razzle.

Heroes:

Me, cos I is da bomb. Oh yes.

My Blog

Ravished In Romford

I tried to get indecently assaulted in Romford today. I put on a mini-skirt, way too much make-up and drank lots of weird tasting alcopops that taste a bit like sink cleaner and penicillin. Then I sto...
Posted by Swine Lord on Sat, 27 Oct 2007 12:43:00 PST

Time Withers Thy Flesh, Gnaws Thy Bones, Steals Thy Biscuits...

Something occurred to me on Sunday. There I was, lying in bed, with no hair, a tube up my bottom, a zimmer frame in lieu of legs and subject to uncontrollable drooling. And then it struck me - was I n...
Posted by Swine Lord on Tue, 04 Sep 2007 12:19:00 PST

Nordic Otter Appeasement: The Harsh Truth.

There's no reason, oh there is no reason and... You get the point. It's like unblocking a toilet with your bare hands sometimes.
Posted by Swine Lord on Wed, 23 May 2007 02:34:00 PST

Greek Love In A Rabbit Hutch of Broken Hearts.

Was latterly attacked by Cloud Dragons from Stevenage. Defeated them all with my kung fu skills and a whisk. Oh yes, I am teh D5STR0Y4 Uv Wurlds.
Posted by Swine Lord on Sun, 20 May 2007 07:41:00 PST

I've just been dumped...

...Off a bridge. I guess it was my fault for biting the taxi driver half way over the Thames. Still, he looked a bit like a kebab in trainers, so I took the liberty of gnawing his shoulder off. H...
Posted by Swine Lord on Wed, 16 May 2007 08:01:00 PST

Oh shit, what DO I write about?

Err, quite. And with that in mind, I can gladly say 'SOD ALL'. So I will open the field to anyone who's reading this. Bung me a message and I will, as long as you're not a cock or an emo, wax lyrical ...
Posted by Swine Lord on Tue, 15 May 2007 09:33:00 PST