Y’know,if only you didn’t do faster-than-light touch typing,I just might not always be ten minutes late replying! So it’s YOUR fault-muhhh.
Yep, I can do six posts to most peoples one:-p
What is the fastest thing you can do?
Forget a name,Dave-why do you ask?
Everyone is fast at something.
True…but where’s the question?
Err this is scribbles, not games. Are you getting confused Pugsy Bear?
I love the Mayflower theatre.
Here is the history.
I love Tower Cranes, thanks SP.
“well here’s something to brighten up this thread which has become doomed to depression!!” quote Gumbud.
Yes depression can be tough Gummy, I went a few rounds with Mr. D in my middle years but fought me own way out of it, it’s all in the mind as they say. So just plough along at your leisure and care not, remember that in the big picture nothing really matters.;-)
Then of course you have the ‘Crankies’, naturally grumpy from birth, everything’s wrong and nothing is right types, perpetual pain in the neck types, nothing makes them happy and God help anyone living with them.
I would hate my descendants to remember me as I remember my paternal grandfather, a spiteful cranky, miserably, tight fisted, never smiling old git.
A cranky old man is a pain in the neck
A verbally abusive physical wreak
He’ll moan and groan from morning till night
But nobody listens, cos they don’t give a shite.
Another beautiful day here as I relaxed in the glorious sunshine, I have acquired a nice all round tan except for my lower regions. can’t be taking off me jocks in the garden, Mrs McNab next door is a window peeper and she would have a heart attack with the shock.
I’m sure the room will light up tonight when I go to bed, my lily white bum will shine like the Baily Lighthouse in the moonlight.
Nice one Jem. Goodnight.
Ok
Sit in your seat
Admit defeat
Lose the fight
Admit the plight
No one cares
About your Wares
Except the Fairs
Beyond the Stairs.
Anon.
yes he’s definitely improving but don’t encourage him too much he’ll have troubled getting that suntanned conk out of the garden shed door!
whereas you are NOT!
Of course, Cushty.
Didn’t your national treasure Barry Humphries alway say that, or was it G’day possums? Never saw a possum, aren’t they stinking little rodents related to the skunk family?
Sweetie how dare you say goodnight you stinking little rodents.
real hunk??? how can ya be a real hunk in a kilt and legs like pine trees with a thick carpet of moss growin on them - urghh!!
as Nelson once said “kiss me hardy kiss me - hard on the lips - my kingdom for a kiss”??
the gay sailors lament they call it!
I worry about the wafting.
you mean from under the kilts??
Maybe this explains stuff.