Mad Mullah's on his bike, but Taliban keeps trucking

North Wales plod focussing hard on the real issues:-
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/debate/a...ortably-Lets-tarmacking-Teabag-Tess-Toby.html

Use http://tinyurl.com/numberplates if that gets mangled.

 

That objectionable ****. I class him along with that other nasty
bastard, James Whale, both of whom I hope to see drowning one day, so
that I may walk away chatting on my phone to my bookie, obtaining odds
on their survival.

 

But Whale is a funny bloke!

 

Is he **** as like, he's an arrogant smug shitpile with more gob than a cow
has ****.

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Nige,

BMW K1200S (for sale)
Range Rover Vogue
Suzuki GSX-R600 Racebike (for sale)
Honda ST1100 Pan European

 

Precisely. He should be posting to UKRM

 

heh - fair enough

Fancy some lunch later this week, or next week?

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Nige,

BMW K1200S (for sale)
Range Rover Vogue
Suzuki GSX-R600 Racebike (for sale)
Honda ST1100 Pan European

 

Sure. Next. I tend to throw up atm, I'm just waiting with a bowl here
now ;o/

 

eeewwww, next weeks good for me. I'll aim for Thurdsay?

 

You must have strong stomach muscles

--
Malc

Rusted and ropy.
Dog-eared old copy.
Vintage and classic,
or just plain Jurassic:
all words to describe me.

 

Are you sharing Hog? [1]

[1] With Nige, not me.


--
Beav

VN 750
Zed 1000
OMF# 19

 

That bulimia's a bastard.

 

He always reminds me of the character Lewis Prothero from the film V
for Vendetta. One of Lewis's quotes for those who haven't seen the
film:

'Immigrants, Muslims, homosexuals, terrorists. Disease-ridden
degenerates. They had to go. Strength through unity. Unity through
faith. I'm a God-fearing Englishman and I'm goddamn proud of it!'
--
Richard

XJ900S
BOTAFOT #138, YTC#18, OMF#12

Email-remove insult to reply

 

Not at all. Pizza, Chinese and Fish Supper in one night and not a
calorie in sight.

 

The daily mail, poisoning the minds of horsey types, curtain twitchers
and new-build dwelling swingers for generations.

 

Exactly. Eat what you want, a finger down the throat and a swift heave
- and you're good to go again. No residuals. Sorted.

 

I recall a paragraph in one of Sven Hassel's novels. After long
deprivations the Battalion were on respite back in Berlin. Portia was
seen mixing olive oil into mashed spuds for himself and Tiny. When Sven
queried he told him it made it easier to scram it down then throw it up
outside and start again, it being so long since they had good food.