Cold Ale - The Blokes' Thread!

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I hope that's not Sanka, decaf instant coffee. Jocky has skin on his snake?

My mom wouldn't let me go to Fargo ND to see Herman's Hermits in the summer of '69, stating that I was too young. The Who was just the back-up band in the days of smashing everything to bits when they were done playing with their toys. Guess they stole the show then.
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Gosh, Gbrekken, didn't even notice I misspelled snake:blush2:
Are you serious, The Who backed up "I'm Henry 8....:confused:

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Originally Posted by Paulclem

We'll take up your request at the next commencement of the "Swingers Club minutes" - Soundof...

Merci... or do I mean mercy....:biggrinjester:

Do you want paying in chocolate? We have plenty of pound shops here - enough to fill any chocoholic's desire. Pound shops? Do you have dollar shops?

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I guess you'll have to rely on Gbrekkens connections; soundos givin' up swingin' for chocolate:leaving:

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Originally Posted by Gilliatt Gurgle

Here goes my best Gbrekken impersonation:

Olivier and Gelguid are gargantuan in the cinematic world, while Martin bullies Oscar for recognition. Meanwhile, back in the sunshine state, a Tiger lurks in the woods, pursuing Barack’s better half at a therapeutic pancake shop. In the meantime, Frankenstein is up at 4:00 am in the Big Easy sitting in an empty coffee shop, where no boys are allowed, watching a game that uses a rugby ball that has been on the South Beach diet. A forlorn Jocky sits in a super bowl polishing snakeskin boots with a corner of his kilt wondering if Mick, a Cadbury connoisseur, will bring his quarter back.

Lindsey Buckingham is eating a big Mac while riding in Stevie’s Fleetwood. Outside the car, he hears the Sound of Music that turns out to be the Saint’s marching in.

This is followed by the eternal question…. “Who’s Next ?”

It'll never do...better leave it to the master.

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Well, it's not the G-man; but it's darned impressive:thumbsup:

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Originally Posted by The Atheist

GRRRRR!



Meatloaf is the worst. I loved that man.

Then I heard him sing recently. What a lifetime of debauchery does to a voice...

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I think he was headed for trouble when he picked his name; but, what was it with people in those days: bugs :ack2: undesirable food items :sick: a cadillacs willy...:driving:
Now the who...yeah, I like that...they were thinking ahead...:smilielol5:

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Originally Posted by Gilliatt Gurgle

Here goes my best Gbrekken impersonation:

Olivier and Gelguid are gargantuan in the cinematic world, while Martin bullies Oscar for recognition. Meanwhile, back in the sunshine state, a Tiger lurks in the woods, pursuing Barack’s better half at a therapeutic pancake shop. In the meantime, Frankenstein is up at 4:00 am in the Big Easy sitting in an empty coffee shop, where no boys are allowed, watching a game that uses a rugby ball that has been on the South Beach diet. A forlorn Jocky sits in a super bowl polishing snakeskin boots with a corner of his kilt wondering if Mick, a Cadbury connoisseur, will bring his quarter back.

Lindsey Buckingham is eating a big Mac while riding in Stevie’s Fleetwood. Outside the car, he hears the Sound of Music that turns out to be the Saint’s marching in.

This is followed by the eternal question…. “Who’s Next ?”

It'll never do...better leave it to the master.

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Nice try, but you lack incoherence :lol:

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Originally Posted by prendrelemick

Nice try, but you lack incoherence :lol:

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Actually, I realized when prendrelemick was trying the Gmans language; it is actually similar to the newspaper jargon of the 30s and 40s...We have a journalist in our midst; we just don't speak the language:seeya:

I was in Coherence once. Nice place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there, as there was no room for imagining things that didn't exist. I couldn't even pick up social skills; even she shot me down.

What is going on, I leave the thread for two minutes and everyone goes insane? Certain members who, shall remain nameless, (you know who you are) start speaking in tongues and the world is turned on it's head. It is time to introduce some sanity. Frogs: a term of endearment for the French, who put the coward into cowardice. The six nations: a rugby union tournament played between Scotland, England, Ireland, Wales, France and Italy. I would explain the rules of the game, but unfortunately no one understands them, least of all the referees. By the way, who won the superbowl? I got pissed and fell asleep, and some swine stole my snakeskin boots and ten gallon hat. :(

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Originally Posted by gbrekken

I couldn't even pick up social skills

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Gbrekken, you are not alone, that S.S. always played hard to get, but with your grasp of coherence and my lack of common sense, between us, how could she resist? ::ladysman:

Well good luck with that you two. I've been trying to pick up her sister, Typing for years, my fingering skills won't pass mustard, or any other condominium.
For Athiest, I don't include the All Blacks in my scathements of RU, they are worth watching. (Note to Parker, RU is not text for "Are You," leave the black balls at rest.)

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Originally Posted by gbrekken

I was in Coherence once. Nice place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there, as there was no room for imagining things that didn't exist. I couldn't even pick up social skills; even she shot me down.

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Well, g, story is you have a really huge imagination. Now with social, you can only pick her up when she's leaving the bar.

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Originally Posted by jocky

What is going on, I leave the thread for two minutes and everyone goes insane? Certain members who, shall remain nameless, (you know who you are) start speaking in tongues and the world is turned on it's head. It is time to introduce some sanity. Frogs: a term of endearment for the French, who put the coward into cowardice. The six nations: a rugby union tournament played between Scotland, England, Ireland, Wales, France and Italy. I would explain the rules of the game, but unfortunately no one understands them, least of all the referees. By the way, who won the superbowl? I got pissed and fell asleep, and some swine stole my snakeskin boots and ten gallon hat. :(

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As you predicted, the Saints. Thank you for the loan of your boots and hat. The boys stole them from me during the naked bull running, following the superbowl party. The hat got stomped on and the boots: well, suffice to say they could use dry cleaning...I'll send the minatures and what's left of the hat back soon.

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Originally Posted by prendrelemick

Well good luck with that you two. I've been trying to pick up her sister, Typing for years, my fingering skills won't pass mustard, or any other condominium.
For Athiest, I don't include the All Blacks in my scathements of RU, they are worth watching. (Note to Parker, RU is not text for "Are You," leave the black balls at rest.)

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Oh no, Not typing skills, she's the ugliest of the lot. I went to grade school with her; they used to put a flour sack over her head and turn her around on picture day.

i'll be back, or front, but only later.

too much fodder only feeds the animals, not the fire.

p.s. it's pass muster, not gas. :)

I hope the boys kept a tight rein on their Offensive Tackle at the party Sounds.

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Originally Posted by prendrelemick

I hope the boys kept a tight rein on their Offensive Tackle at the party Sounds.

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I'll tell you, Prendrelemick, team play is not what it used to be. I was over on the side lines enjoying a few fruity drinks and talking to a fruity bartender. Next thing I know, I was tackled by a huge bloke, he knew what he wanted, he was sweaty and I could smell the Heineken and cherry blend on his breath...dare I resist...dare I risk a night of passion...:drool5:

Next thing I knew, off came the boots and the ten gallon hat; bloke and accessories were out the door before I knew what hit me :leaving::dupe: :sad:

Let that be a lesson for you, Keep your boots on, on every conceivable occasion.:hand:

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Originally Posted by prendrelemick

Let that be a lesson for you, Keep your boots on, on every conceivable occasion.:hand:

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:dupe: So true, I had my cash and keys in Jockys right boot (most girls carry it up top; but I didn't want to look lop-sided) I wound up hot-wiring somebodys ferrari, smashing through a gate on miami beach...next morning I woke up with the remainder of the BeeGees and a lost Who:frown2:

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Originally Posted by soundofmusic

Thank you for the loan of your boots and hat.

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Soundo, I don't quite know how to tell you this, it is all very embarassing, I suffer from athlete's foot and headlice, two highly infectious ailments. Not to worry, my doctor has advised me that with the right, expensive treatment you should be cured in a month or two. :)

God, and there was me thinking the one piece of clothing you needed to be really concerned about was the sporran!

Funny you should mention head lice, because it's a hot topic in my house right now.

When I was a kid, the only people with head lice were those fresh off a refugee boat, or actually resident in some third world place. On the rare occasion a kid was found with head lice, teams of former Nazi wardresses dressed as nurses would scalp every kid within a 10km radius to ensure they didn't spread.

Nowadays, we get a letter from the school every couple of weeks reminding parents that head lice infestations are common and to actually wash and check kids' hair every now and then.

I think this is actually a subclause of the question, "Why are 21st century parents so bloody useless?"