Oi! Surfer! Welcome to

. . . The Place

     
Where Rad Dudes Hang Out
 
He sings (when he's feeling really mean). He moves (occasionally). He is an international sensation (no, that was Tamagotchis). He is Sam Lister. And now he has a website.

Hi. I'm Sam Lister, and I live in New Zealand. You have reached my official website -- the Place. God knows how you found it, but, hey, why not stay a while (sucker).

This is a page allll about me and the things I like (and the things I hate, for that matter). It is very personalised, and I would totally understand if you don't get anything on it.

What it's basically about is weird humour. You won't find any Spice Girls (stop right now, turn about, if you like the Spice Girls then get the hell out, unless you are one of my friends, that is), Bill Clinton jokes (well, probably not) or pornography (sorry about that, Daniel) on here. Just funny, interesting and downright weird things.

If you know me, you know what sort of stuff you can expect to find here.
If you don't know me, you have been warned.

As they say, if you don't like the heat, get out of the kitchen. If you don't like the rain, get the next bus out of Greymouth.


How to contact me:

E-mail: [email protected]
ICQ: #35600406

 
Disclaimer
Sam Lister does not claim any responsiblilty for anything on this site. If I've breached any Copyright laws or anything, so sue me. If anyone asks, I never said that, okay.

If you find information about YOURSELF on this website that you disagree with, you have the right to contact me, whereupon I will promptly not reply, unless of course you are one of my friends, in which case I will a) apologize profusely, or b) make more fun of you.

All the shit on this site is by me, only me, dadadada etc, don't steal it, I'll kick your arse in court etc, I didn't steal anything, maybe I should have but I didn't, if I piss you off then just piss right back.

And lastly, this page contains occasionaly explicit language. Like Green Day.
Have fun (unless you are one of the people that appear in the Bastards section, in which case I hope you get a virus or something)

 
Credits
This is a section to say thanks to anyone who helped in the slightest bit with the making of this website, or who I just felt like putting in the Credits.

Thanks to:
Ben "HTML Is My Second Language" Crawford

James "Stealing From The Workplace Is My Birth Right" Mitchell

Sam "I Have No Last Name"

Kirsty "I Really Need A Cool Middle Name In Quotation Marks" Farnfield

fortunecity "Why Not Have A Free Webpage" .com


And just a plain "hi" but no thanks to:

Jon "In Theory" Coleman

Steven "What Are You Talking About?" Crundwell

Scott "I Am Today" Taylor

Michelle "What Can I Burn Next?" Elefson

Vanessa "No One Can Spell My Last Name" Nieuwenhuize

Remiel "I Am Without Age" di Medici

Daniel "They Suck, Man" Vandenburg,

. . . And anyone else who feels I should say hi to them.


PLEASE NOTE: Having or not having your name listed in Sam Lister's "Credits" or "Hi List" is not a direct link to your social status.
Please do not get depressed if your name does not appear on either list.
Weenie.


SECTIONS:

Deep Fried Pixies

Bastards

Games

Mystic Pathways

Scandals

Shit Towne

Miscellaneous Crap

Comments

BRILLIANT ONLINE GAMES:

How Long Does It Take to Offend You?

Kick the Donkey Online

CRAPPY MUSIC PAGES:

The Meaning of Life (the Offspring)

Selling the Drama (Live)

Time of Your Life (Green Day)

Jumper (Third Eye Blind)

 
Links
Don't walk out that door yet, buddy

Centre for the Easily Amused
This is a funny site with links to lots of other funny, weird, interesting
 


 
Email me at:
[email protected]
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