FiBOTY

Shit.

I just crashed my imaginary Yamaha R71 Turbo, whilst doing a 195MPH
rolling stoppie. I'm OK except for some minor chafing on my left thigh,
but the bike's a complete write off.

The insurance people have already sent me an imaginary briefcase full of
imaginary used notes, what do you think I should replace it with?

 

On Mon, 12 Jan 2004 13:23:56 -0000, Ginge

***GINGE***

Ginge, you ****. TOG did this the other day.

 

It's OK you just imagined it all.

 

*GINGE*, Ginge. TOG did this a fortnight ago.

 

He couldn't have, I'd never let him ride my imaginary R71 Turbo.

 

Are you sure you didn't just imagine that he had?

Google can imagine things, as well, before you
show me the link.

At least, I imagine that it can.

 

A fortnight ago would make it last year...

 

On Mon, 12 Jan 2004 13:23:56 -0000, Ginge
<> bored us all completely to death
with wittery prose along the lines of:

Jeez Ginge, keep up will you.

 

You can't go ginging ginge just like that, you know - even if the ****
does deserve it. In fact, your post is a fucking great ginge in its
own right, as I ginged ginge for the very same reason only a couple of
minutes ago ...

 

2nd Jan, Subject: FBOTY(i)

 

Heh - Your post must have taken the scenic route.

 

Ahh I hit catch up and he x no archives IIRC

 

On Mon, 12 Jan 2004 13:59:08 -0000, Ginge
<> bored us all completely to death
with wittery prose along the lines of:

Bollox does he. Stop trying to wriggle out of it.