Does exactly what it says on the tin. Some of the nonsense contained herein may be very loosely related to The Sisters of Mercy, but I wouldn't bet your PayPal account on it. In keeping with the internet's general theme nothing written here should be taken as Gospel: over three quarters of it is utter gibberish, and most of the forum's denizens haven't spoken to another human being face-to-face for decades. Don't worry your pretty little heads about it. Above all else, remember this: You don't have to stay forever. I will understand.
Rejoice! for this day is the first for a week when I've got out of bed and not wanted to climb straight back in again.
I'm officially 'oan the mend'
Actually scotty, it could be argued that you did me a favour. By giving me the cold last week you ensured that it would be all over and done with in time for the Bunnymen gig next Sunday. I owe you a pint and a 5am curry
p.s. Sorry boudicca, you're gonna have to tough it out girl! Best wishes
A rule of thumb I tend to go by in these instances...
cat chooses to climb tree = cat can bloody well figure out how to get down itself. They tend to figure it out, eventually...and as for always landing on their feet? bollocks
DerekR wrote:A rule of thumb I tend to go by in these instances...
cat chooses to climb tree = cat can bloody well figure out how to get down itself. They tend to figure it out, eventually...and as for always landing on their feet? bollocks
if the cat's stuck then a big bastard like yous is going to struggle all the way up there,just in time to see the moggy jump down!
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!"
eastmidswhizzkid wrote:
if the cat's stuck then a big bastard like yous is going to struggle all the way up there,just in time to see the moggy jump down!
DerekR wrote:A rule of thumb I tend to go by in these instances...
cat chooses to climb tree = cat can bloody well figure out how to get down itself. They tend to figure it out, eventually...and as for always landing on their feet? bollocks
Rover isn't a normal cat. He is twice as big as your average cat. Somehow he had managed to climb more than three metres up a tree about 1 metre into the neighbours back garden, standing on a branch that there was no way he could've walked along. There is a razor wire topped wall between our gardens and she has an Alsation.
My current theory is that he was abucted by aliens and they dropped him the wrong place.
I'm just about on the mend now (something to do with mixing cold remedies and alcohol at the weekend i do believe ) but have managed to spread the germs around almost everyone in the office - and no kissing was involved before you think of starting
I never talk during music, at least during good music. If one hears bad music, it is one's duty to drown it in conversation.