Now that's something to look forward too.Quote:
Originally Posted by starrwriter
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Now that's something to look forward too.Quote:
Originally Posted by starrwriter
pardon me Starr but basketball was invented by James Naismith from Ontario Canada.
Around 1895, a year before you were born Starr so it is understandable that you might not know.
Isn't that true Kilted?
Yep, basketball was invented by the first Dr J in Canada.
Enough bragging by Canadians who never learned to play the game nearly as well as Americans. Can you say Michael Jordan?Quote:
Originally Posted by kilted exile
Oh, Michael Jordan, isn't that the guy in that Looney Tunes movie? :D
Remind me to plant an electric fence just underneath the topsoil on my grave.Quote:
Originally Posted by starrwriter
You gotta love Canadian humour, eh? They try so hard (and succeed so seldomly.)Quote:
Originally Posted by AimusSage
Starr, a reminder for you:Quote:
Originally Posted by starrwriter
I guess so, I don't really know that many canadians. Never been there before you see. I did fly over it once, on my way to the states, I did like all the clouds and New Foundland, so it can't be all bad in Canada.Quote:
Originally Posted by starrwriter
I want to go to New Foundland!!
Kilted! How scottish!
And its not canadian humor Star because I was about to say exacvtly the same thing but Aimus beat me to it!
ehich reminds me MOve this discussioin to live chat please
*move along move along*I cant finmd my directing traffiic smilie but until then http://www.websmileys.com/sm/crazy/215.gif
The NBA's Most Valuable Player from last season:
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedi...SteveNash2.jpg
Steve Nash.
Canadian.
New Avy!!!
:D
not sorry for what?
Just to get this page back on topic, I had a dream a few nights ago, which was quite odd actually, and funny at the same time. It went like this:
I was at a swimming pool, filled with milk. There was a really high diving plank, with three stairs. But only one stair let to the top. After I figured out I climbed the wrong set of stairs, I just jumped to the right one, and got to the top first. When I reached the top I had to dive really cool, because otherwise the Island Fortress floating in the middle would win. Obviously I Manage to make an olympic dive, and the Island was defeated.
To celebrate, John Travolta came with a big trophy, that I could win if I competed with him and a bunch of other celeberties in a game of soccer. Being the Soccer player I am, I accepted. But not long before the match started, Christopher Walken came and told John that his nuclear powerplant had a big blow up doll on the cooling tower, so John had to take care of it. He did invite everyone to his place.
When we got there I asked him why he didn't have a boeing 747. He said he was quite happy with his boeing 707. So, we had a nice barbeque, and it was decided that me and my friends where going to have a sleepover at his place.
The next morning I woke up early, as I had to be at my soccer club to be a referee for a youth game. I went to the toilet, but someone was puking all over it, so I took the bathroom instead to take a shower. After the shower I stepped onto my bike. I first had to go to the pub to ask for directions. In the pub I found a few Dutch politicians discussing politics. Unfortunately I didn't quite have time to listen, as the police was there to give me a ticked for a busted tail light.
After all this I finally made it to the soccer club, and that was the end of the dream. I had a great time in the dream, and it is one of the few dreams I actually remember.
Oh, nothing.Quote:
Originally Posted by Nightshade
*whistles innocently*
Prison humor with a map. Not bad, Kilted.Quote:
Originally Posted by kilted exile