Which suggests to me that you are so wound up that you can't even pause to re read your posts and correct your errors. I have a mental picture of you sat there, red faced and frothing at the mouth, battering the keyboard and hitting send, while actually shouting at the poor old computer. -- Cheers! Fr Jack 96 Tiger. FRJACK AT GMAIL DOT COM
Fr Jack <> struggled to ejaculate: [of Des, uk.r.m.'s Man With No Mates] I think that may be fairly accurate.
Still got 3 left, something tells me you want one.... -- Spete www.gimmemoney.mine.nu www.spete.homeip.net Occasionally, I'll be consistent
I reckon he's working on a Ten Little Indians type revenge plot. All his mortal ukrm enemies will get an invite by a mysterious stranger who goes by the name of Dnomsed McNosentes to a remote island near Guernsey. Whereupon, after chicory aperitifs, they'll be subjected to a 5 hour mp3 of their crimes with no way of turning the sound off. After falling asleep through boredom they'll be woken up by a scream to find one of their number slain with a rattle embedded in their head. One of the party will notice that one of the 345 clay figurines has their head broken off... Eventually there'll be two left. Let's say Bear and Tallbloke. TB kills Bear, thinking he's the killer- OR THINKS HE DOES- and Des appears with a rope in one hand and a receipt from the hotel in Spain. He makes TB swallow the receipt while he laughs demonically. He doesn't notice Bear staggering to his feet behind him... [Music switches from dark foreboding music to cheesy porn music] The island hotel. Int: Des is bent over the sofa with a tennis ball in his mouth while BB and TB take it in turns...Sorry. No this has gone horribly wrong. Let's stick with FJ's description.
Convincing. It's the image he presents, if not the debonair, devil-may-care, amusedly intellectual aura he would like us to believe he projects.
porl bored us all completely to death with wittery prose along the lines of: You bastard. Now I've got to translate that into French, for the benefit of one of my colleagues after giggling inanely. But I can't, cos my French is crap, apparently.
It was somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the You ****, you've been peering through my windows again, haven't you? -- Dave GS 850 x2 / SE 6a SbS#6 DIAABTCOD#16 APOSTLE#6 FUB#3 FUB KotL OSOS#12? UKRMMA#19 COSOC#10
It was somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the <snort!> Nice one. -- Dave GS 850 x2 / SE 6a SbS#6 DIAABTCOD#16 APOSTLE#6 FUB#3 FUB KotL OSOS#12? UKRMMA#19 COSOC#10
linux1.fr.stratus.com: http://world.altavista.com is your friend Je compte he's travaillant sur type parcelle de terrain de Dix un petit Indiens de vengeance. Tous ses ennemis mortels d'ukrm obtiendront une invitation par un étranger mystérieux qui va par le nom de Dnomsed McNosentes à une île à distance près de Guernesey. Sur quoi, après des apéritifs de chicorée, they'll soit soumis à des 5 heures mp3 de leurs crimes sans la manière d'arrêter le bruit. Après ennui traversant endormi en chute they'll soit réveillé par un cri perçant pour trouver un de leur nombre massacré avec un hochet inclus dans leur tête. Un de la partie notera qu'une des 345 figurines d'argile a leur tête interrompue... Par la suite there'll soit deux à gauche. Ours et Tallbloke de parole de Let's. Les mises à mort de TB soutiennent, pensant he's le tueur OU PENSENT qu'il FAIT et le DES apparaît avec une corde dans une main et un reçu de l'hôtel en Espagne. Il fait à hirondelle de TB le reçu tandis qu'il rit diaboliquement. Il ours de notification de doesn't chancelant à ses pieds derrière lui... [ la musique commute de la musique sinistre foncée à la musique de fromage de porn ] L'hôtel d'île. Le DES est plié au-dessus du sofa avec une boule de tennis dans sa bouche tandis que BB et TB la prennent aux tours... désolés. Aucun ceci a terriblement mal tourné. Bâton de Let's avec la description de FJ's.
I was quoting relevant text to my reply, showing the reason for giving the definition of "You are". By your oversnipping I wasn't actually sure what you were referring to, and had to go and look at the thread again, which took more time to do than it would to press the space bar once or twice to read my reply. So ner.
Sticking one line on the end of a ~50-line post that then required a page down to read it? I don't think so - Porl's response was intact and gave more than enough context for you to recall what you had responded to only a short time previously. Or was that sufficient time for you to complete a lap of the goldfish bowl already? I'll see your ner and raise you a thrrrp.
Not everyone is me and had taken part in the thread already, as such I thought they might get more out of it if they knew WTF I was on about. Well, in that case I'll call with a "You Smell."
It was only you, ffs. Who would be interested - apart from me, obviously? Five priles of Aces, sonny.
Oh I've already been through that stage - well, at least, something that's fairly close. but these later stages I have yet to experience.
