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your silly sauce too hot for you to handle?
I'm not prepared to pursue this thread any longer as I think this is getting too silly!
Do what now?
Danalog the Vengeful Programmer wrote:
I'm not prepared to pursue this thread any longer as I think this is getting too silly!
Perhaps you should go for a walk.
No more licking the table scarps underneath the table. It's fancy feast in fine crystal at the table. Rebellion1! /clinks the fork to the crystal glass
King Nobby wrote:
I didn't expect some kind of Spanish Inquisition!
Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!
Our chief weapon is suprise. Surprise and fear.
Our two cheif weapons...
edit to add linky.
Edited, Jan 3rd 2007 10:49am by BloodwolfeX
The great advantage of the tiger in unarmed combat is that he eats not only the raspberry-laden foe but also the raspberries.
Tiger Brand coffee is a real treat! Even tigers prefer a cup of it to real meat!
What Jesus blatantly fails to appreciate is that it's the meek who are the problem.
Wenn ist das Nunstruck git und Slotermeyer? Ja!... Beiherhund das Oder die Flipperwaldt gersput!
Now it's running over the old lady. Simon in the lead. And he's got her right in the midrif.
[...]
Now its walking the neighbor. Simon's there in the front of the field. He's slamming that door. AND he's woken the neighbor.
[...]
Now its walking the neighbor. Simon's there in the front of the field. He's slamming that door. AND he's woken the neighbor.
Jophiel wrote:
I managed to be both retarded and entertaining.
25 posts
DEUTSCHLAND - GRIECHENLAND
0 : 0 football commentator wrote:
Well there may be no score, but there's certainly no lack of excitement here. As you can see, Nietzsche has just been booked for arguing with the referee. He
accused Confucius of having no free will, and Confucius he say, "Name go in book". And this is Nietzsche's third booking in four games. And who's that? It's Karl Marx, Karl Marx is warming up. It looks as though there's going to be a
substitution in the German side. Obviously the manager Martin Luther has decided on
all-out attack, as indeed he must with only two minutes of the match to go. And the big question is, who is he going to replace, who's going to come off. It
could be Jaspers, Hegel or Schopenhauer, but it's Wittgenstein! Wittgenstein, who saw his aunty only last week, and here's Marx. Let's see it he can put some life into this German attack.
Evidently not. What a shame. Well now, with just over a minute left, a replay on Tuesday looks absolutely vital. There's
Archimedes, and I think he's had an idea.
Archimedes out to Socrates, Socrates back to Archimedes, Archimedes out to Heraclitus, he beats Hegel !
Heraclitus a little flick, here he comes on the far post, Socrates is there, Socrates heads it in! Socrates has scored! The Greeks are going mad!!! the Greeks are
going mad!!!! Socrates scores, got a beautiful cross from Archimedes. The Germans are disputing it. Hegel is arguing that the reality is merely an a priori adjunct
of non-naturalistic ethics, Kant via the categorical imperative is holding that ontologically it exists only in the imagination, and Marx is claiming it was offsides!! It's over! It's all over!!
accused Confucius of having no free will, and Confucius he say, "Name go in book". And this is Nietzsche's third booking in four games. And who's that? It's Karl Marx, Karl Marx is warming up. It looks as though there's going to be a
substitution in the German side. Obviously the manager Martin Luther has decided on
all-out attack, as indeed he must with only two minutes of the match to go. And the big question is, who is he going to replace, who's going to come off. It
could be Jaspers, Hegel or Schopenhauer, but it's Wittgenstein! Wittgenstein, who saw his aunty only last week, and here's Marx. Let's see it he can put some life into this German attack.
Evidently not. What a shame. Well now, with just over a minute left, a replay on Tuesday looks absolutely vital. There's
Archimedes, and I think he's had an idea.
Archimedes out to Socrates, Socrates back to Archimedes, Archimedes out to Heraclitus, he beats Hegel !
Heraclitus a little flick, here he comes on the far post, Socrates is there, Socrates heads it in! Socrates has scored! The Greeks are going mad!!! the Greeks are
going mad!!!! Socrates scores, got a beautiful cross from Archimedes. The Germans are disputing it. Hegel is arguing that the reality is merely an a priori adjunct
of non-naturalistic ethics, Kant via the categorical imperative is holding that ontologically it exists only in the imagination, and Marx is claiming it was offsides!! It's over! It's all over!!
DEUTSCHLAND - GRIECHENLAND
0 : 1 Edited, Jan 3rd 2007 5:46pm by Kelvyquayo
Subject: Mein Luftkissenfahrzeug ist voll var Aals!
Hey, 6 years of Greman Lessons had to be good for something.
Ich spiele die Klavier... vie un Hund!
Hey, 6 years of Greman Lessons had to be good for something.
Ich spiele die Klavier... vie un Hund!
Galkaman wrote:
Hey, 6 years of Greman Lessons had to be good for something.
Apparently Greman is not the same as German.
Mein luftkissenfahrzeug ist voller aale.
That's not Picasso. That's Kandinsky!
19 posts
Finland, Finland, Finland.
The country where I quite want to be,
Your mountains so lofty,
Your treetops so tall.
Finland, Finland, Finland,
Finland has it all.
The country where I quite want to be,
Your mountains so lofty,
Your treetops so tall.
Finland, Finland, Finland,
Finland has it all.
And now, for something completly different; a man with two noses.
You are to then cut down the mightiest thread Alla wiiitttthhhhhhhhhhh a Herring!!
Yes, you're quite right, I'm fed up with being treated like a sheep, I mean what's the point of going abroad if you're just another tourist carted round in buses, surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Boventry...
...in their cloth caps and their cardigans and their transistor radios and their 'Sunday Mirrors', complaining about the tea, 'Oh they don't make it properly here do they not like at home' stopping at Majorcan bodegas, selling fish and chips and Watney's Red Barrel and calamares and two veg...
...and sitting in their cotton sun frocks squirting Timothy White's suncream all over their puffy raw swollen purulent flesh...
...cos they 'overdid it on the first day'! And being herded into endless Hotel Miramars and Bellevueses and Bontinentals...
...with their modern international luxury roomettes and draft Red Barrel and swimmingpools...
...full of fat German businessmen pretending they're acrobats, forming pyramids and frightening the children and barging in the queues and if you're not at your table spot on seven you miss the bowl of Campbell's Cream of Mushroom soup,...
...the first item on the menu of International Cuisine,...
...and every Thursday night the hotel is a bloody cabaret in the bar featuring a tiny emaciated dago...
...with nine-inch hips and some bloated fat tart with her hair Brylcreemed down and a big **** presenting Flamenco for Foreigners.
And adenoidal typists from Birmingham with flabby white legs and diarrhoea trying to pick up hairy...
...bandy-legged wop waiters called Manuel,...
...and once a week there's an excursion to the local Roman ruins to buy cherryade and melted ice cream...
...and bleedin' Watney's Red Barrel, and one evening you visit the so-called typical restaurant with local colour...
...and atmosphere and you sit next to a party of people from Rhyl who keeps singing 'Torremolinos, Torremolinos', and complaining about the food, 'It's so greasy here isn't it!' and you get cornered by some drunken greengrocer from Luton with an Instamatic and Dr Scholl sandals and Tuesday's 'Daily Express' and he drones on and on and on about how Mr Smith should be running this country and how many...
...languages Enoch Powell can speak and then he throws up all over the Cuba Libres.
And sending tinted postcards of places they don't realise they haven't even visited, 'to all...
...at number 22, weather wonderful...
...our room is marked with an "X". Food very greasy but we found a charming...
...little place hidden away in the back streets, where they serve Watney's Red Barrel and cheese and onion...
...crisps and the accordionist plays "Maybe its because I'm a Londoner"'...
...in their cloth caps and their cardigans and their transistor radios and their 'Sunday Mirrors', complaining about the tea, 'Oh they don't make it properly here do they not like at home' stopping at Majorcan bodegas, selling fish and chips and Watney's Red Barrel and calamares and two veg...
...and sitting in their cotton sun frocks squirting Timothy White's suncream all over their puffy raw swollen purulent flesh...
...cos they 'overdid it on the first day'! And being herded into endless Hotel Miramars and Bellevueses and Bontinentals...
...with their modern international luxury roomettes and draft Red Barrel and swimmingpools...
...full of fat German businessmen pretending they're acrobats, forming pyramids and frightening the children and barging in the queues and if you're not at your table spot on seven you miss the bowl of Campbell's Cream of Mushroom soup,...
...the first item on the menu of International Cuisine,...
...and every Thursday night the hotel is a bloody cabaret in the bar featuring a tiny emaciated dago...
...with nine-inch hips and some bloated fat tart with her hair Brylcreemed down and a big **** presenting Flamenco for Foreigners.
And adenoidal typists from Birmingham with flabby white legs and diarrhoea trying to pick up hairy...
...bandy-legged wop waiters called Manuel,...
...and once a week there's an excursion to the local Roman ruins to buy cherryade and melted ice cream...
...and bleedin' Watney's Red Barrel, and one evening you visit the so-called typical restaurant with local colour...
...and atmosphere and you sit next to a party of people from Rhyl who keeps singing 'Torremolinos, Torremolinos', and complaining about the food, 'It's so greasy here isn't it!' and you get cornered by some drunken greengrocer from Luton with an Instamatic and Dr Scholl sandals and Tuesday's 'Daily Express' and he drones on and on and on about how Mr Smith should be running this country and how many...
...languages Enoch Powell can speak and then he throws up all over the Cuba Libres.
And sending tinted postcards of places they don't realise they haven't even visited, 'to all...
...at number 22, weather wonderful...
...our room is marked with an "X". Food very greasy but we found a charming...
...little place hidden away in the back streets, where they serve Watney's Red Barrel and cheese and onion...
...crisps and the accordionist plays "Maybe its because I'm a Londoner"'...
"I started out with nothin' and I still got most of it left" - Seasick Steve
This morning, shortly after two, comedy struck this little forum at Alla's. Sudden. Violent. Comedy.
You really don't like Watney's Red Barrel do you?
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