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.
timsinister wrote:The answer: Taxi! Less chance of scum at the back throwing things at your head.
Will race you to the Bar though, just to see and laugh.
I AM the scum at the back who throws things at your head.
Clove cigarettes, naturellement!*
*This is not really true.
There's a man with a mullet going mad with a mallet in Millets
Dark wrote:Whoever can down a coffee first, maybe?
surely it would be who can buy a coffee and make it last the longest without getting thrown out of the only tiny cramped tea-room that will serve you? (thats what it was like when i definitely wasn't a goff )
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!"
Now a few New Year's ago, Fookwit, must've spent weeks devising and creating Wishville's very own version of Top Trumps. Quiffles had his own card - but can't remember what his 'Special feature' points were worth.
Five cups of coffee just to be myself...when I'd rather be somebody else
mik wrote:Go on; admit it - you were thinking of me when you wrote that list
Semi-autobiographical, I assure you.
I must say - I laughed out loud and read the list out to Paul 'cos that was us and our friends at the Mayfair (maybe with the exception of the top trumps ) many moons ago - although I'm sure we could manage it all again of given the venue
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.
How about 'facial control'- the goff's mates have to nominate their favourite songs. When played the goff must not show any enjoyment in the facial area, in fact they must look more bored than ever, but may if they choose move their fingers in strange and 'meaningful' ways.
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) many moons ago - although I'm sure we could manage it all again of given the venue 
