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Son of Paris: the Peter O'Toole version.
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Scorpio
Mum gets laid edition
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Paris Does Paris.
If there is one thing more dangerous than getting between a bear and her cubs it's getting between my wife and her chocolate.
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Dinner at the mother in laws?
Every day, thousands of innocent plants are killed by vegetarians.
Help end the violence EAT BACON
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You will pick this as the correct answer because it pleases you.
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The Scorpian Dad( aka King)
cheers,
Super
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Too much of good is bad,mix some evil in it
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You got my five as I thought of the Scorpion King.
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"Gomer Pyle - The Revelation"
(yes|no|maybe)*
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Blackadder?
(The Elizabethan one)
Sounds like a Blackadder quote.
"If you don't fail at least 90 percent of the time, you're not aiming high enough."
Alan Kay.
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I don't think I've seen a single post here about this series. What a result!
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That's because all the Poms are suddenly extremely busy at work and don't have time for frivolous chit-chat.
Aussie! Aussie! Aussie!
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Oi! Oi! Oi!
(I have dual citizenship - so were the show on the other foot it would have been
"Oh! Jolly well done, chaps!"
MVVM # - I did it My Way
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Man, you're a god. - walterhevedeich 26/05/2011
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(That's an 'M')
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With a display name like that, Chris should revoke your html display name privileges!!
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Hey, it took me a long time to get that look.
I really would like to get rid of the underscores, but daren't experiment further!
MVVM # - I did it My Way
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Man, you're a god. - walterhevedeich 26/05/2011
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(That's an 'M')
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Now now. It would not be gentlemenly to rub it in. We can't have them thinking we are uncouth.
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Oh there's no need to worry. We already know you're uncouth.
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Oh, you're pretending to be an Ocker now. MM informed us you surrendered your right to blokeship when you started drinking "lite" beer.
The reason the Poms haven't posted is because apparently we didn't send a proper cricket team. I would like to apologise to Australia for that. You were expecting the England Cricket squad. Apparently we sent the Kibblesworth Champion Crochet team instead.
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Pete O'Hanlon wrote: Apparently we sent the Kibblesworth Champion Crochet team instead.
Correction. You forgot to mention it was the 2nd XI.
If there is one thing more dangerous than getting between a bear and her cubs it's getting between my wife and her chocolate.
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"Kibblesworth Champion Crochet team"
LOL
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Hey - it was not a lite beer!
There just wasn't very much of it compared to Mick's efforts. Which is a statement applicable to any amount of beer one tries to consume next to Mr Martin.
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Chris Maunder wrote: There just wasn't very much of it compared to Mick's efforts. Which is a statement applicable to any amount of beer one tries to consume next to Mr Martin.
True enough. I suspect if I tried matching him drink for drink last year he'd've drank me under the table despite my having a considerable mass advantage.
Did you ever see history portrayed as an old man with a wise brow and pulseless heart, waging all things in the balance of reason?
Is not rather the genius of history like an eternal, imploring maiden, full of fire, with a burning heart and flaming soul, humanly warm and humanly beautiful?
--Zachris Topelius
Training a telescope on one’s own belly button will only reveal lint. You like that? You go right on staring at it. I prefer looking at galaxies.
-- Sarah Hoyt
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Aren't you Canadian?
And yes, I am very busy. No time for cricket chat this morning.
( )
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BobJanova wrote: Aren't you Canadian?
If I were Canadian I would have apologised to the Poms for trouncing them so comprehensively.
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Tomorrow morning I shall be harvesting some of this year's crop.
My MD has invited me to a shoot and I shall be trying my best to bag a brace at least.
This will upset Michelle.
I will be plucking, gutting, dressing, cooking and eating pheasant tomorrow (With pheasant you either eat them on the day they are shot, or let them hang for a couple of weeks).
I shall be eating them while they are still warm!
She moans like hell when she sees me ramming a spoon up a bird's cloaca as I gut it.
She makes me wash the spoon, twice!
Must do it in the garage as well, the crop stinks when you cut off the head and neck.
The shoot will be followed by the Works Xmas Lunch, so not much work tomorrow PM either!
The trouble is this leaves only three days to do about a fortnight's work.
C'est la vie!
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Obscurum per obscurius.
Ad astra per alas porci.
Quidquid latine dictum sit, altum videtur .
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It sounds like it's worth the sacrifice, Dave!
I spent a day recently carving Bambi into thin strips for jerky. After a while the smell gets a bit gagging, but rinsing the palate with large quantities of scotch helps.
The jerky turned out excellent, by the way; enjoy the bird!
Will Rogers never met me.
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