Aye, it was potato planting time in paris yesterday.
And what a revelation in Cardiff. Who said the Scots are tight-fisted, I've never seen 15 more generous men in one place together.
We managed to catch scabies once, it was the most erotic time of our marriage ever, we couldn't wait to throw our clothes off and scratch each other all over. I was almost sorry the lotion worked.
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The last word on headlice, I promise. The French came up with a novel cure for nits, the guillotine. After an experiment in 1792 a survey showed that out of all aristocrats treated, not one complained of the disease.
Alas, we managed to downsize our team from 15 to 13 at the crucial time. The Italians come close to lowering your flag today, but as usual the Gods were on the side of St George.Originally Posted by prendrelemick
Different strokes for different folks, custard and peach slices usually does it for us, a bit more refined than scabies I would suggest.
Postscript, you know that warm glow on a Sunday morning when you have roughed up the bed and are enjoying a cigarette. The wife turns to you and says, " imagine if we won ten million on the lottery, " and you reply carelessly " Darling I would have to leave the blokes thread. " She whispers in my ear, " is that because of the begging letters ? " Short pause, " No, we will still keep writing them. "
So was Ms. Humor a potato pounding frog before you slept with her and turned her into a laughing lass?
Personally, for me, I prefer hair on a mans head and close trimming everywhere else.I wouldn't mind hair on the body if it had some balanced distribution; but on some men it looks like they fell into a 5 year olds paste and hair project
You fellas certainly have loving spouses; I've never met a louse I've wanted to live with or massage with lotion
The last word on headlice, I promise. The French came up with a novel cure for nits, the guillotine. After an experiment in 1792 a survey showed that out of all aristocrats treated, not one complained of the disease.
Have you ever tried butterscotch pudding with peaches
Jocky, I just realized; we haven't had a good outcry for cash in ages...Postscript, you know that warm glow on a Sunday morning when you have roughed up the bed and are enjoying a cigarette. The wife turns to you and says, " imagine if we won ten million on the lottery, " and you reply carelessly " Darling I would have to leave the blokes thread. " She whispers in my ear, " is that because of the begging letters ? " Short pause, " No, we will still keep writing them. "
I love Gbrekken, unfortunately he is a bit of an obscanturist, I got the rugby reference and the frog which is not a lizard , which is not a frog unless it mutates from the Christan, something or other from Texas. Apparently he had off with a funny woman who likes beer and fast cars. I reckon he knows what he is talking about, and one day he will share it with the rest of us. Gilliat you are the only man in planet Cold Ale who can enlighten us, I wont hold my breath.So was Ms. Humor a potato pounding frog before you slept with her and turned her into a laughing lass?
Personally, for me, I prefer hair on a mans head and close trimming everywhere else.
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Believe me I'm trying !!I love Gbrekken, unfortunately he is a bit of an obscanturist, I got the rugby reference and the frog which is not a lizard , which is not a frog unless it mutates from the Christan, something or other from Texas. Apparently he had off with a funny woman who likes beer and fast cars. I reckon he knows what he is talking about, and one day he will share it with the rest of us. Gilliat you are the only man in planet Cold Ale who can enlighten us, I wont hold my breath.
This "Gbrekken speak" really has me stumped. You saw my last experiement a couple pages back that blew up in my face. It has taken more than a week to scrub the suit off the walls, beakers and tubes.
Perhaps a little white lightning will help with my ability to interpret. I'm heading back to the lab. In the meantime enjoy this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ggkrk5InCR0
Gilliatt
Thank goodness, a bit of reality reintroduced to the thread, a band backed by three Elvis impressionists and a baldy dude. Atheist will be so relieved, how are things going in the dreery beery? Gilly, I know you like the olden videos, please tell me you are not going to post the scene from the Yellow Rose of Texas, where an Irishman crosses the ocean swimming backwards " with an anvil on me chest "
Love it Gilliatt, Now I can understand why Tammy stood by her man; he was cute in the day
Here is the last word on the Rugby this weekend
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/wales/8515002.stm
Note the inappropriate sponsor name on his shirt.
Any excuse to get me Mick, well this has not gone unnoticed in Jockland. We have a big date coming up which I know we may not win, but we will cripple Johnny Wilkinson, forever. The battlefield is being shaped as we speak, Atheist and the gang, it is time to pick sides, do you really want scabies supporters or a custard and sliced peaches man to win. Perfidious Albion or honest Scotland , friendship goes out the window in this one. Grrrr
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Gracious Jocky, your education transverses the whole globe...How do you do it manI love Gbrekken, unfortunately he is a bit of an obscanturist, I got the rugby reference and the frog which is not a lizard , which is not a frog unless it mutates from the Christan, something or other from Texas. Apparently he had off with a funny woman who likes beer and fast cars. I reckon he knows what he is talking about, and one day he will share it with the rest of us. Gilliat you are the only man in planet Cold Ale who can enlighten us, I wont hold my breath.
Loved the reverence to the origin of NASCAR, (not unlike "rum-runners"), but I'm not sure even the speaker knew what he was saying
Having your own language makes you unique, just like everyone else.
flattery O'connnor and Jimmy joy juice went into a bar, ordered a shot of the best local stuff, and asked the barkeep if they'd heard the new joke about Timbuktu. The bartender's neck veins flared wide and red, and then he said "look mister, I'm from Timbuktu; the four guys at the end of the bar, they're from Timbuktu; the two big guys shooting pool, they're from Timbuktu, and so are the foursome throwing darts". At which flattery replied"Okay, I'm sorry. I'll go real slow". And then the fight started. Later that night flattery got home, and while soaking, and licking his wounds, and chilling one eye with a cold steak, was watching television. The wife gets home and asks him what's on the telly. To which he replied "dust". And then the fight started. Add on at will.
heavenly blue morning glory
I say old chap, you scotch Johnnies are taking this awfully seriously.Any excuse to get me Mick, well this has not gone unnoticed in Jockland. We have a big date coming up which I know we may not win, but we will cripple Johnny Wilkinson, forever. The battlefield is being shaped as we speak, Atheist and the gang, it is time to pick sides, do you really want scabies supporters or a custard and sliced peaches man to win. Perfidious Albion or honest Scotland , friendship goes out the window in this one. Grrrr
Gracious Jocky, your education transverses the whole globe...How do you do it man
Our history of failure makes us defensive. Just because we are paranoid it does not mean you are not out to get us.
There is some merit in consistency. Consider the emotional rollercoaster of the average England fan - football or rugby.Our history of failure makes us defensive. Just because we are paranoid it does not mean you are not out to get us.
There's usually a win or two, just to get the hopes up, and then comes the crushing defeat/ humiliation/ last gasp penalty shootout. All that emotion, all that rah rah raaaaahing for nothing. You can smell the disappointment as you hear flags hung from local windows being unceremoniously torn down... again.
Good choice of emoticons these days.
OK Gbrekken, I'm game-
"add on at"... will...the wife insist that the rum runner, a pre cursor to NASCAR, allow his two week old Kolache and near empty bottle of Wild Turkey remain in its customary position on the bookshelf? She insists that the shelf needs dusting along with the old Zenith.
Gilliatt
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