Our Jocky, who art in High Lands, "Hallo!-ed" be thy name.
Thy serfs are here.
Thy will be large, e'en not upon a horse.
Protect our mead, thus we are content.
We've no faults, so forgiveness can only be for themselves.
Please, please, please, tempt me, tempt me, tempt me, lord,
for I too wish to fall from my horse.
Amen
Last edited by gbrekken; 12-06-2009 at 11:16 AM.
Awards ceremony? Hold the phone here people, I think your getting a little ahead of yourselves!!! Just because Jockey made a declaration doesn't mean it is so. It's like the peanut gallery saying they are taking over the Howdy Doody show. Jockey can make the declaration and strut around in his velvet cape and tights but really the producers are still at the helm.
Now, let's talk about prettying up this place. I've been spending more time here recently and think it's time to freshen up a bit.
Do, or do not. There is no try. - Yoda
Go ahead and freshen up Papayahed. Anyone who under-rates introspection won't find anything after they clean up! OOOOhh-that was too harsh I know-my self-inflicted flagellation with wet noodles commences now. Too bad your presence here has made you feel the need to clean up. Men enjoy a little clean dirt?
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Another important notification
Despite overwhelming public support I have no option but to tender my resignation. This is due to intolerable pressure from fellow moderators ( who shall remain nameless ) who were clearly jealous and couldn't handle firm male management. Oh well its back to flower arranging and knitting for us. I recommend Prendrelemick for the vacant position. Thank you all for your backing during my lengthy spell at the helm.
I am not so sure about Tareq but that Michaela could gate crash my party anytime.Originally Posted by Gilliatt Gurgle
Our Jocky, who art in High Lands, "Hallo!-ed" be thy name.
Thy serfs are here.
Thy will be large, e'en not upon a horse.
Protect our mead, thus we are content.
We've no faults, so forgiveness can only be for themselves.
Please, please, please, tempt me, tempt me, tempt me, lord,
for I too wish to fall from my horse.
AmenIn the great pantheon of poetry that one is right up there with the best.
" Get thee to a nunnery........We are arrant knaves all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery "
I am far too moderate to be a moderator, and too idle.
Not all those, laid in bed majestical, Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave,
Aah, a little touch of Harry in the night. A great English victory aided by a Scot's captain.
Dear God who said anything about cleaning up??? I don't clean. A fresh coat of paint and some track lighting would do this place a world of good. And lets get rid of these overstuffed leather recliners and get a settee in here.
I never could hide my feeling from you.
Do, or do not. There is no try. - Yoda
Where are you Atheist, I have been keeping the thread warm for you? I know it looks bad and we are near the point of closure, but dont blame old Jocky, blame Prendrelemick, blame Gbrekken, blame Gilliatt but never blame Jocky.
I'm sure Atheist would love a settee......trust me.
Do, or do not. There is no try. - Yoda
You don't mean you know Atheist cardinally do you? If I had known that I would have never resigned as chief high moderator. I have been completely outwittered and taken for a moog. I have a good mind to go back to Youtube, life was so much simpler.I'm sure Atheist would love a settee......trust me.
I'm sure Atheist would love a settee......trust me.
A settee! It may start with a settee, but it'll be bean bags, and antimacassers on the wingbacks before you know it.
Then what? a love seat in the long room! Hurmph!
What's this? I visit this thread after a short absence, and it's filled with talk of settees? Not that I know what a settee is, mind you all -- (it's probably French for "old stump" or some such thing), but what has this thread come to?
Let me light a campfire for the men here to gather round:
Offer some bacon to those men here who would have some:
And, ladies, if you're still here, could you fetch us some sandwiches before you go? That would be lovely.
“Oh crap”
-- Hellboy
Because he's an idiot or a sexist.
Can't think of too many other options.
Leaning towards congenital idiot, because he's making himself loom like a dick in front of other males (and females), some of whom are presumably superior to the bloke in question.
Parker mentioned this in passing on the telephone when I rang and asked him to put the Montrachet on ice and open the cigars to let them breathe for a while for my return this evening.
I see you got his message as below!
Oh my word!Papayahed, Do you think you can get me invited to Jockys award ceremony; I've got to go shopping and see if they have anything in leather that will stretch to a size 20 if the whole lonestar state is coming...wouldn't want to be underdressed
I've been staying in the "adult district: in Wellington. I think I saw a little number in black that's just right for you!
I'll get one ordered,
Precisely!
Damned if there weren't two nuns in the airport today." Get thee to a nunnery........We are arrant knaves all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery "
Haven't seen a nun in full habit for years.
Eating hot chips they were! And laughing! What happened to the days when a nun having fun was a delight to Satan and good for a a severe whipping?
God, the Catholic church is getting soft these days. Next, they'll refuse to have a Nazi pope.
A lightning trip to Wellington, mate!
You probably don't know Wellington, but it's aptly named. You need nuts the size of the Duke's to live there. It's built on an earthquake fault which makes the San Andreas look like a scratch, and it's right next to a gap in a 3000 km long mointain range, so you could say it's a bit windy. In the same way you might say the universe is quite big.
Luckily, I managed to escape with both my virtue and DNA intact.
Hmmm, maybe he's kidding. You know, the mock-sexist-jerk technique that The Comedian has just so conveniently demonstrated.
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