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Zuma wrote:Ever wish you had never tried to make a comment on here sometimes - twas only a joke.
I got one of them clubs, wanna join?
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
(much appreciated, think we'd have started knawing on the table otherwise! )
Course I did!
Ever wish you had never tried to make a comment on here sometimes - twas only a joke.
You saw us, perched at the end of the table like a pair of vultures staring at everyone else's food (and Indrek going "bastards! baaaastards!" ) It was no laughing matter. Cannibalism was just a sniff away...
Seriously, thanks. And they say Scots are mean!
There's a man with a mullet going mad with a mallet in Millets
eastmidswhizzkid wrote:it's a shame tim 'cause you are a bloody nice bloke (to use a different tim's catchphrase) but you do bring it on your self..never mind- i'm sure in the distant past i was a loud-mouthed drunken gobsh1te too .....
eastmidswhizzkid wrote:it's a shame tim 'cause you are a bloody nice bloke (to use a different tim's catchphrase) but you do bring it on your self..never mind- i'm sure in the distant past i was a loud-mouthed drunken gobsh1te too .....
Hold on Mrs. RJ - he wasn't that drunk!
You're very true mate - here's to turning that around.
He was never stood still long enough for me to gauge his size
Being brave is coming home at 2am half drunk, smelling of perfume, climbing into bed, slapping the wife on the arse and saying,"right fatty, you're next!!"
(much appreciated, think we'd have started knawing on the table otherwise! )
Course I did!
Ever wish you had never tried to make a comment on here sometimes - twas only a joke.
You saw us, perched at the end of the table like a pair of vultures staring at everyone else's food (and Indrek going "bastards! baaaastards!" ) It was no laughing matter. Cannibalism was just a sniff away...
I had forgotten it
To reveal only 5 words during the whole weekend and 2 of them were 'bastards'
But Zuma, you really saved 2 lives
Obviously you noticed how thin we were. And I used to be a fat man when I arrived to Leeds
eastmidswhizzkid wrote:it's a shame tim 'cause you are a bloody nice bloke (to use a different tim's catchphrase) but you do bring it on your self..never mind- i'm sure in the distant past i was a loud-mouthed drunken gobsh1te too .....
<spits coffee all over the keyboard> The past??
yep...last weekend.
"fat bastard". -correct on both counts.
me:-are you Di? i'm EMWK Lee -nice to meet you! mrsRJ:- oh, i expected you to be thin...
'nuff said.
Well I was handsome and I was strong
And I knew the words to every song.
"Did my singing please you?"
"No! The words you sang were wrong!"
Claire,Libby,Jo- - thank-you...i'm genuinely speechless (and a little bit chuffed )... to you all.
Dave however is proving sarcasm to be -once again- the highest form of wit.apart from playing with the strobe speed (hours of near-epileptic pleasure if you can get past the silly "safety"feature on the smoke machine) the only time i attempted to dance i accidentally reversed backards into paint it black and didnt realise until i had had the mishap of bulldozing him off of the dancefloor...
Well I was handsome and I was strong
And I knew the words to every song.
"Did my singing please you?"
"No! The words you sang were wrong!"
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