The Jackhammer Days weren’t just a phase, they are integral, still live and kicking, I just don’t wanna talk about it anymore.
ah go on spittie be a sport they were fun days and we had all these funny stories of the jackhammer taking you for a run around your backyard??
NO! I am about to reap the reward for all those labors, the entertainment has to stop whilst the accounting begins.
owe! I can just see ya dancin around all that concrete spittie especially with those lovely ladies!
My Jackhammer will not sleep, in my hand
Till I have built suburbia
In England’s Green and Pleasant Land
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trouble is the way ya building suburbia is vanishing Englands green and pleasant lands is it not?
Of course, but we are vanishing as well so, if we get the timing right, we may vanish simultaneously = 
See gummy, not a Jackhammer in sight. 
I thought I’d heard My Name mentioned …I’m doing ok Darlin and happy to see You are too,
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Quote Spitfirtw:
“Jembo hung on for two hours I posted, then he disappeared, Da Ya think I got BO?”
Sorry about that Spitty, but I don’t hang around anymore, one can get into trouble that way.
A teenage aunt who used to mind me brother and me had BO in a big way, very sweaty girl, and when she took off her blouse it multiplied, it was woeful. 
All I do now is look at posts I find interesting in the open sections, then I log in, post me offering and bugger off to the pub.
Badges, tags, debates, likes, and levels and the devil knows what don’t interest me.
Philosophy is just a fancy word for giving your opinion on what you think life is all about, fact is nobody knows nor ever will, therefore everyone’s a philosopher, nowadays I couldn’t give a rats arse why we are here.
However there was a time in my prime when I was very curious about the mystery of life.
I was earning good money then and decided to take a trip to Tibet to ask the Dalai Lama the answer to a question.
I had heard that every Sunday he holds an audience with paying tourists for a question and answer session.
Now there is no punch line in this story, philosophers don’t do jokes or punch lines.
The queue was nearly half a mile long, finally it came to my turn, I handed the equivalent of a tenner and a note with my question on it to his huge assistant who stood beside him, mostly for translation.
My written question was “What is the meaning of life?”
He scribbled something down on a bit of paper and put it into a tiny blue envelope, then the big lad shouted in Tibetan “Next!!”
I struggled not to open the envelope until I got home to Dublin, then after dinner that Sunday I sat down with a glass of beer and a smoke to see what was in the blue envelope.
I was disgusted to see it was written in Tibetan, I was lost if I knew anyone from Tibet who could translate it for me, Dublin was not very cosmopolitan then and obviously there was no internet in the 70’s.
As I worked in town very near to Trinity College I decided to ask one of the language professors I knew there, he took the piece of paper from my hand and said: Ah, it’s very simple Jem, all it says is “Life is like a cup of tea”
“And what does that mean Sir?”
“Don’t ask me, I’m a language professor not a philosopher”
Thank you for the usual perspective.
Jembo, got any anti gum ideas?
erhmm spottie I think he’s gawn again remember he doesn’t hang around on street corners waiting for any waif or stray?
That’s ok gummy, you just have to know what you are dealing with.
and in addition there is no longer RJ ; pugs the lugger jug and a few ladies of the knight who used to keep the wee laddie from the emerald around - obviously we are not sufficient?
I don’t know us recent offerings are from the source, anyone who can’t recognise that is beneath contempt.
ah but is it the dark brown source variety or the red tomato source variety that is the question or perhaps daddys source?
I once found the sauce of denial : it was right in the middle of Egypt??
gum, if ya don’t admit ta finding anything, ya will never have to consider denying it.