Sorry, but it seems that some scurvily infected fellowon the Mayflower didn't bring with them the proper vocabulary. Forgive my ignorance, but could you broaden my poor English vocabulary...
plimsoles...
gels...
cattish...(I deducted that this means rowdy or argumentative)...
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
Yeah, it's funny old game. All those years of rugby holding league to the ground by the throat, but give it another five years and it'll be taking over the rugby game. I agree that nowadays, it's a far better game.
Just a bit of a problem with space. Anything bigger than a wedge is going straight over th back hedge, and Her Majesty gets worried about the corgis swallowing a golf ball, so no go, I'm afraid.
Did you fill that cup in the bathroom?
Plimsolls are tennis/sport shoes - canvas topped
Gel [hard G] is a gal/girl - very 19th-century
And you don't describe women as catty sometimes? Still strongly in use. Ever seen catfight? All claws, screaming and biting?
Go to work, get married, have some kids, pay your taxes, pay your bills, watch your tv, follow fashion, act normal, obey the law and repeat after me: "I am free."
Anon
there is skill in hockey... but! you should all watch a game of Gaelic or Hurling sometime...
"Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
W.B.Yeats
"If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer
my poems-please comment Forum Rules
The sign of a good sport is, of course, to be measured through it's growth and popularity throughout the world. Those that come immediately to mind are cricket, rugby, football, golf…Hmm I think I see a pattern developing.
Do I see my drink coming?![]()
I didn't hear you order one?
I don't agree that growth and popularity is a sign of a good sport. I have discovered that the masses don't necessarily have the best taste. People are followers...like lemmings. Consider Reality TV...it is very popular, but that does not mean that it's good.
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
Oh I'm sorry sir!All the sports talk had me a little distracted! LOL!
Here you go!
Ummm, what cup, sir?
And also, I don't mean to be a bother but I'd have to report that we're running a little low on the beverages. The security cameras indicated the source of the problem:
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CARPE DIEM! Seize the day! Make your lives extraordinary!
-Dead Poets' Society
I SWEAR, BY MY LIFE AND MY LOVE OF IT, THAT I WILL NEVER LIVE FOR THE SAKE OF ANOTHER MAN, NOR ASK ANOTHER MAN TO LIVE FOR MINE.
- John Galt, Atlas Shrugged
Quickly skib, get the rifle. Be careful, try not to hit the whiskey!
Can anyone shoot around here, or do I have to get the duelling sabre out of the games room?
CARPE DIEM! Seize the day! Make your lives extraordinary!
-Dead Poets' Society
I SWEAR, BY MY LIFE AND MY LOVE OF IT, THAT I WILL NEVER LIVE FOR THE SAKE OF ANOTHER MAN, NOR ASK ANOTHER MAN TO LIVE FOR MINE.
- John Galt, Atlas Shrugged
**takes LostPrincess out to see the weasel and looks up to see the meteor shower**
Look up...Wow!! That looks awesome...
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Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
Ok then...
I get a dart from the dartboard, kneel down and throw it underhand, impaling the weasel through the throat and lifting it a few feet up in the air, twitching and pinned against the wall.
'Sorry about the mess!' I shout, as blood trickles onto the floor from its throat, all over the floor.
But luckily the bottle topples over intact, and I put it back on the bar.
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.