FixedDebaser wrote:No edit button in Announcements then...... *sigh* the world will see how bobbins I am at this interweb mularky

FixedDebaser wrote:No edit button in Announcements then...... *sigh* the world will see how bobbins I am at this interweb mularky
James Blast wrote:it wouldn't be egnaro, would it Dear?
Hi Boss, got the shirts, thanks.Quiff Boy wrote:i've packaged up the first batch of tees for everyone who's paid already - 8 of them - and they will be sent tomorrow![]()
well come on then, regale us with tales from the coloniesQuiff Boy wrote:yes indeedy, thanksJames Blast wrote:back from hols Boss?
and very nice they were too
well come on then, regale us with tales from the coloniesJames Blast wrote:and very nice they were too
a pint? you know i'll only spill itEvilBastard wrote:There's a pint with your name on it, Mr. Quiff, if you omit a certain tale...James Blast wrote:well come on then, regale us with tales from the colonies
True this - we'll find a bar that serves libations in sippy-cups.Quiff Boy wrote:a pint? you know i'll only spill it![]()
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Well, the evening started off well enough with Mr. & Mrs. Quiff attending the premiere of a kazoo recital by the renowned Bhutanese musician Kahn Ihavapynt. In order to inwardly digest the cultural signifiance of the performance they repaired to a hostelry where they were joined by some friends (whose names history does not recall but one of whom has hair as unusual as Mr. Q's) and the local representative of the Heartland Massive, where drink was taken and comment passed concerning the use of fibreglass puffer fish floating above the bar doing service as illumination. The company was later joined by another friend (whose escapades, or the suppression of the narration of same, are the subject of the aforementioned offer of a pint), and the group repaired to a club of dubious repute, wherein certain people felt compelled to demonstrate the affect of gravity upon liquids.James Blast wrote:<---nods off...
EvilBastard wrote:Well, the evening started off well enough with Mr. & Mrs. Quiff attending the premiere of a kazoo recital by the renowned Bhutanese musician Kahn Ihavapynt. In order to inwardly digest the cultural signifiance of the performance they repaired to a hostelry where they were joined by some friends (whose names history does not recall but one of whom has hair as unusual as Mr. Q's) and the local representative of the Heartland Massive, where drink was taken and comment passed concerning the use of fibreglass puffer fish floating above the bar doing service as illumination. The company was later joined by another friend (whose escapades, or the suppression of the narration of same, are the subject of the aforementioned offer of a pint), and the group repaired to a club of dubious repute, wherein certain people felt compelled to demonstrate the effect of gravity upon liquids.James Blast wrote:<---nods off...
Certain members of the company headed for an early bath for reasons best left unexplained while others were greeted to the spectacle of sunrise over the canyons of Manhattan while returning to their billet "utterly Canuted."
James Blast wrote:nope
and thanks for the verbal Dihorria-Hi-Hey version of:
went for a pint, met some mates, got drunk, some of us went home the rest went to a club, then fell over, early one morning in Amerika
3.5/10 must try harder![]()
I expect better from you lot pfffff...
I quoted myself to, impressiveJames Blast wrote:Fantastic, I retyped all that without... retyping all that and stuck an LOL smiley on the end!
I 'heart' the internets
I think we've got the makings of a sitcom here Bastard, eh?EvilBastard wrote:Not so - all of us went to a club, most of us were drunk, some of us went home.