Bin weevils is a great website for children age 6+ where you can sign up to get your bin weevil completely free. Membership does cost money but you can do many things without it. You can chat using the chat bubble and Big weevil is always watching to keep things safe.

Bin weevils is fantastic. I think almost every kid in the world should have one. You can sign up and get your own nest for your weevil to sleep in, invite friends to, dance in a tycoon studio and just decorate to hang out. You can also get mulch like this.

You can go to the mall to spend your mulch in the shops but you can also spend it on food or you could save it up. There are many things you can do without member ship, you can do cool things like missions, buy different items, grow things in your garden, buy another room for your nest, play games and earn mulch.

Shopping Mall

When you become a tycoon you can get a plaza. In a plaza you can buy party rooms to disco and dance in. You can buy items in the tycoon shopping mall on Tycoon Island. You also can get a photo studio.

Photo Studio

If you are a member and want to buy more rooms to your plaza then just click on a plaza room that has not yet been bought and it will tell you how much it is (it will usually cost 5000 mulch). If you want to decorate or add music to your Night Club click the title of the room, click buy CDs so you can use your mulch to get some music going.

Plaza

To decorate you can go to the tycoon island shopping mall and go into the Night Club shop and choose all your weevil-tasctic items but they will only show in your chest when you are in your plaza.

Moving on. When you play games you collect mulch. If you win you get quite a lot but don’t worry if you loose because you get mulch just not as much!

I’ve been saying Tycoon Island a lot but I haven’t told you about it! Well, Tycoon Island is a place for members only. It has a slime pool, a smoothie shack, a cinema and its own shopping mall!!!

Tycoon shopping mall

Tycoon Slime pool

You can get millions of stuff in the tycoon mall you can get hats, night club things, back grounds and props for photos, extend your garden and buy things for your home cinema.

You can also earn mulch and xp by…. Going to club fling and standing on some podiums to get xp, going to doshes palace and waiting, going to Gam’s castle and jumping on buttons to fire mulch and going to Labs lab and playing the daily challenge (this is for free weevils as well).

If you feel a bit bored you can become buddies with people and invite them to your nest. By getting xp you can slowly start to get close to levelling up. I am on level 22 but I have played bin weevils for a while.

If you are a member you can make mags about your adventures and other things like this one.

Bin weevils mag

If you want to become a member you can either pay online or buy cards from SAINSBURYS OR TESCOS.

Every chid should have a bin weevils especially if they are into arts and crafts and competitions. As there are many and they can appear at anytime. You can send in art work to impress big weevil and he might put it on display in the Gallery at Flem Manor. New shops and places can appear but then soon they will go so you must act quickly if you see a new place. That is all I can say or I will spoil all the adventures you can have on Bin weevils. Have fun.

Remember to ask your parents before going to any web site and signing up and never give out information about yourself to anybody online.

By P

http://www.binweevils.com/

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]]> http://www.worldofsoil.co.uk/blogger/wordpress/2012/04/silentsunday-2-for-1-j-and-p/feed/ 0 http://www.worldofsoil.co.uk/blogger/wordpress/2012/04/shit-always-comes-in-threes/ http://www.worldofsoil.co.uk/blogger/wordpress/2012/04/shit-always-comes-in-threes/#comments Thu, 05 Apr 2012 14:40:12 +0000 J http://www.worldofsoil.co.uk/blogger/wordpress/2012/04/shit-always-comes-in-threes/ Well that’s what they say and so far this year it is raining it.

Many of you will know that my grand mother died in January and I hoped that may be the sum total for the year but no.

For reasons that are to varied and many to go into now, I am currently not having much to do with my mother. This is not a choice I would have wanted but there we go, sometimes life does not always work out the way you would like it to be.

To be quite honest this has rather fallen under other, more pressing issues of P being bullied at school. After an incident that concluded with three other children’s parents being called into the school and various punishments being handed out. V and I have been spending most of our energies trying to keep things level at home.

V being a typical mum just wants to bundle P up and take her away but after several chats with P’s teacher’s and a long chat with the

head it seems like it is being sorted. Thankfully though P’s bull headedness and ability to let most things like this go over her head has left her mostly unscathed, in fact her best friend of 4 years moving to Sheffield has caused more sleepless nights.

All the above coupled with some very excessive work hours over the last few weeks has basically left me knackered.

On top of all this my cousins new fiance has just been diagnosed with breast cancer.

Do you know what I’m going to go back to bed and stay there until 2013.

Tech support extreme.
Received via email:

Dear Technical Support,

18 months ago, I upgraded to Girlfriend 1.0 from DrinkingMates 4.2, which I had used for years without any trouble. However, there are apparently conflicts between these two products and the only solution was to try and run Girlfriend 1.0 with the sound turned off.

To make matters worse, Girlfriend 1.0 is incompatible with several other applications, such as LadsNightOut 3.1, Football 4.5, and Playboy 6.9.
Successive versions of GirlFriend proved no better.

I tried a shareware program, Slapper 2.1, but it had many bugs and left a virus in my system, forcing me to shut down completely for several weeks.
Eventually, I tried to run GirlFriend 1.2 and Girlfriend 1.0 at the same time, only to discover that when these two systems detected each other they caused severe damage to my hardware.

I eventually upgraded to Fiancée 1.0, only to discover that this product soon had to be upgraded further to Wife 1.0.
While Wife 1.0 tends to use up all my available resources, it does come bundled with FreeSexPlus and Cleanhouse2004.

Shortly after this upgrade, however, I found that Wife 1.0 could be very unstable and costly to run. Any mistakes I made were automatically stored in Wife 1.0’s memory and could not be deleted. They then resurfaced months later when I had forgotten about them.
Wife 1.0 also has an automatic Diary,Explorer and E-mail filter, and can, without warning, launch TurboStrop and Whinge. These latter products have no Help files, and I have to try to guess what the problem is.
Additional problems are that Wife 1.0 needs updating regularly, requiring ShoeShop Browser for new attachments and Hairstyle Express which needs to be reinstalled every other week. Also, when Wife 1.0 attaches itself to my Saab 93 Convertable hard drive, it often crashes.

Wife 1.0 also comes with an irritating pop-up called MotherInLaw, which can’t be turned off. Recently I’ve been tempted to install Mistress 2003, but there could be problems. A friend of mine has alerted me to the fact that if Wife 1.0 detects Mistress 2003, it tends to delete all of your Money before uninstalling itself.

Help requested please?

I have been thinking a lot the last week about a legacy. What it means, what it is and what resonates through time.

For me a legacy is not about what physical mark you make on the world it is about whom you are and the way you affect people through your life. Let me give you an example:

On the 31st November 1919 in a small mining village in Wales a little girl was born to a loving mother (housewife) and father (Miner), she also had a sister and a brother making up the small family. Not an easy life but a decent one.

Forward a few years and the young girl has grown and matured into a young woman in 1930s London working as a PA. A few more years forward and she is now set to be married to a man approved of by her parents and Britain is on the brink of war.

Forward again, Britain is at war, husband to be is off abroad and the woman has fallen deeply in love with another man. A scandal! Thankfully the mans parents are more liberal than most and despite the protestations of her family the woman stays with her love.

Jump forward to the 1950’s, a flat in Wandsworth London, the woman and her husband have a child, a little girl of there own. Life has changed and family ties have been rebuilt. Wife and husband will spend nearly 50 years in this flat, they will see London change around them, people come and go, and life long friends are made. Their child will grow, marry and have a child of her own.

For the next 50 years the woman will be a wife, mother, grandmother and great grand mother. She will have a career spanning 30 years, she will learn and teach the piano, she and her husband will travel to France, Italy, Spain, Germany, Turkey and she will even go by herself to Belfast in the 1990s. She will never learn to drive, She will walk every where, Make her own bread, Sing with her choir, She will loose her brother, her sister and her parents.

Most of all she will live and breathe every moment.

When time starts to take its toll on her husband she will nurse him for 2 years with no complaints until he passes on.

At this point a new chapter will open in her life, while scary she embraces.

Forward to 31^st November 2009, the woman is 90. She now lives in a Small Village in Cornwall; she still walks 3 miles every day with her dog. Life is simpler now but no less active.

The woman still sings with a local choir, still goes the theatre with her new friends, and still goes for Sunday lunch at a local pub.

Forward to 31^st November 2010.

At 91 she has been told by doctors that due to angina she really needs to stop the daily walk, but on her 91st with her family around her she still walks herself into her Birthday lunch.

Time has taken its toll on her appearance but not her mind.

Forward to 31^st November 2011.

At 92 the woman is sharp as a nail as she gives her Great-granddaughter advice on her piano playing, and talks to her Grandson about the entire goings on in the village. She is tired but a fighter.

On the 15^th January 2012 her grandson will visit her in a nursing home where she has been for 3 days. They chat for an hour about all that is going on in life until she says she is tired and he leaves her to rest.

In the early hours of Tuesday 17^th January 2012 Iris finally succumbed to the tiredness that had been nagging her for the last two months and rest for ever more.

Iris was my Grandmother.

I and the generations that follow me through history are her legacy.

Rest easy now we will take it from here……

Real Life Cybersex

Found this on one of my trawls and thought it was brilliant.

Wellhung: Hello,
Sweetheart. What do you look like?
Sweetheart: I am wearing a red silk blouse and a miniskirt and high heels. My measurements are 36-24-36. I work out every day. I’m toned and perfect. What do you look like?
Wellhung: I’m 6′3″ and about 250 pounds. I wear glasses and I have on a pair of blue sweatpants I just bought at Walmart. I am also wearing a T-shirt with a few spots of barbecue sauce on it from dinner – it smells a little funny.
Sweetheart: I want you. Would you like to screw me?
Wellhung: OK.
Sweetheart: We’re in my bedroom. There’s soft music playing on the stereo and candles on my dresser and night table. I’m looking up into your eyes, smiling. My hand works its way down to your crotch and begins to fondle your huge, swelling bulge.
Wellhung: I’m gulping. I’m beginning to sweat.
Sweetheart: I’m pulling up your shirt and kissing your chest.
Wellhung: Now I’m unbuttoning your blouse. My hands are trembling.
Sweetheart: I’m moaning softly.
Wellhung: I’m taking hold of your blouse and sliding it off slowly.
Sweetheart: I’m throwing my head back in pleasure. The cool silk slides off my warm skin. I’m rubbing your bulge faster, pulling and rubbing.
Wellhung: My hand suddenly jerks spastically and I accidently rip a hole in your blouse. I’m sorry.
Sweetheart: That’s OK, it wasn’t really too expensive.
Wellhung: I’ll pay for it.
Sweetheart: Don’t worry about it. I’m wearing a lacy black bra. My soft breasts are rising and falling, rising and falling, as I breath harder and harder.
Wellhung: I’m fumbling with the clasp on your bra. I think it’s stuck. Do you have any scissors?
Sweetheart: I take your hand and kiss it softly. I’m reaching back and undoing the clasp. The bra slides off my body. The air caresses my breasts. My nipples are erect for you.
Wellhung: How did you do that? I’m picking up the bra and inspecting the clasp.
Sweetheart: I’m arching my back. Oh baby. I just want to feel your tongue all over me.
Wellhung: I’m dropping the bra. Now I’m licking your, you know, breasts. They’re neat!
Sweetheart: I’m running my fingers through your hair. Now I’m nibbling your ear.
Wellhung: I suddenly sneeze. Your breasts are covered with spit.
Sweetheart: What?
Wellhung: I’m so sorry. Really.
Sweetheart: I’m wiping your spit off my breasts with the remains of my blouse.
Wellhung: I’m taking the sopping wet blouse from you. I drop it with a *plop*.
Sweetheart: OK. I’m pulling your sweatpants down and rubbing your hard tool.
Wellhung: I’m screaming like a woman. Your hands are cold! Yeeee!
Sweetheart: I’m pulling up my miniskirt. Take off my panties.
Wellhung: I’m pulling off your panties. My tongue is going all over, in and out, nibbling on your … umm … wait a minute.
Sweetheart: What’s the matter?
Wellhung: I’ve got a pubic hair caught in my throat. I’m choking.
Sweetheart: Are you OK?
Wellhung: I’m having a coughing fit. I’m turning all red.
Sweetheart: Can I help?
Wellhung: I’m running to the kitchen, choking wildly. I’m fumbling through the cabinets, looking for a cup. Where do you keep your cups?
Sweetheart: In the cabinet to the right of the sink.
Wellhung: I’m drinking a cup of water. There, that better.
Sweetheart: Come back to me, lover.
Wellhung: I’m washing the cup now.
Sweetheart: I’m on the bed, aching for you.
Wellhung: I’m drying the cup. Now I’m putting it back in the cabinet. And now I’m walking back to the bedroom. Wait, it’s dark. I’m lost. Where’s the bedroom.
Sweetheart: Last door on the left at the end of the hall.
Wellhung: I found it.
Sweetheart: I’m tuggin off your pants. I’m moaning. I want you so badly.
Wellhung: Me too.
Wellhung: Your pants are off. I kiss you passionately – our naked bodies pressing against each other.
Wellhung: Your face is pushing my glasses into my face. It hurts.
Sweetheart: Why don’t you take off you glasses?
Wellhung: OK, but I can’t see very well without them. I place the glasses on the night table.
Sweetheart: I’m bending over the bed. Give it to me, baby!
Wellhung: I have to pee. I’m fumbling my way blindly across the room and toward the bathroom.
Sweetheart: Hurry back, lover.
Wellhung: I find the bathroom. It’s dark. I’m feeling around for the toilet. I lift the lid.
Sweetheart: I’m waiting eagerly for your return.
Wellhung: I’m done going. I’m feeling around for the flush handle, but I can’t find it. Uh-oh!
Sweetheart: What’s the matter now?
Wellhung: I’ve realized that I’ve peed into your laundry hamper. Sorry again. I’m walking back to the bedroom now, blindly feeling my way.
Sweetheart: Mmm, yes. Come on.
Wellhung: OK, now I’m going to put my … you know … thing … in your … you know … woman’s thing.
Sweetheart: Yes! Do it, baby! Do it!
Wellhung: I’m touching your smooth butt. It feels so nice. I kiss your neck. Umm, I’m having a little trouble here.
Sweetheart: I’m moving my ass back and forth, moaning. I can’t stand it another second! Slide it in! Screw me now!
Wellhung: I’m flaccid.
Sweetheart: What?
Wellhung: I’m limp. I can’t sustain an erection.
Sweetheart: I’m standing up and turning around, an incredulous look on my face.
Wellhung: I’m shrugging with a sad look on my face, my weiner all floppy. I’m going to get my glasses and see what’s wrong.
Sweetheart: No, never mind. I’m getting dressed. I’m putting on my underwear. Now I’m putting on my wet, nasty blouse.
Wellhung: No wait! Now I’m squinting, trying to find the night table. I’m feeling along the dresser, knocking over cans of hair spray, picture frames and your candles.
Sweetheart: I’m buttoning my blouse. Now I’m putting on my shoes.
Wellhung: I’ve found my glasses. I’m putting them on. My God! One of your candles fell on the curtain. The curtain is on fire! I’m pointing at it, a shocked look on my face.
Sweetheart: Go to hell. I’m logging off, you loser!
Wellhung: Now the carpet is on fire! Oh noooo!

A Mother had 3 virgin daughters.
They were all getting married within a short time period. Because Mom was a bit worried about how their sex life would get started, she made them all promise to send a postcard from the honeymoon with a few words on how marital sex felt.

The first girl sent a card from Hawaii two days after the wedding. The card said nothing but: “Nescafe”!
Mom was puzzled at first, but then went to her kitchen and got out the Nescafe jar.
It said: “Good till the last drop”.
Mom blushed, but was pleased for her daughter.

The second girl sent the card from Vermont a week after the wedding, and the card read: “Rothmans”
Mom now knew to go straight to her husband’s cigarettes, and she read from the pack: “Extra Long. King Size”
She was again slightly embarrassed but still happy for her daughter.

The third girl left for her honeymoon in Cape Town. Mom waited for a week, nothing. Another week went by and still nothing. Then after a whole month, a card finally arrived.
Written on it with shaky handwriting were the words “South African Airways”
Mom took out her latest YOU magazine, flipped through the pages fearing the worst, and finally found the ad for SAA.
The ad said: “Ten times a day, seven days a week, both ways.”

Mom fainted!

What am i talking about i am talking about Tomato Sauce.

I Like tomato sauce! Yes it does go with Cheese on toast, It does go with Pastys it is a sauce! Just because it comes in a bottle and not in a dainty boat, bowel, ramekin or pot does not make it any less of a sauce.

If i asked for mint, mustard, barbecue, teriyaki or soy  would i be frowned at in that look down your nose way NO! but ask for Tomato sauce and you are deemed a lesser human.

VIVA LA TOMATO SAUCE.

And this goes for brown sauce on bacon sarnies too…

For a starter we have a new line of computers that we will all be wearing by 2020 from Sony

Some Shake and Wake batteries.

A lovely concept laptop.

For Main course we could drool over workstations for every geek out there.

you could buy a slightly pricey Mac.

How about a little web design cynicism instead.

A little client web design relationship adjustment.

For desert you should always ask your date her opinion.

Fruit is a possible choice.

How about some stinky cheese.

OR something a little more solid.

Enjoy.