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Post by motorist on Jan 15, 2009 20:10:08 GMT
Ah, righto Trubble = Actually quite shouty and evil and poss, scary. Backs away slowly before running away very fast. Sounds sexy to me. I think the Hoolinator would agree too  |
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Post by trubble on Jan 15, 2009 20:55:12 GMT
It probably could be sexy but not the way I do it.
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Post by trubble on Jan 15, 2009 20:56:01 GMT
Oh. My. God.  Unless you were being sarcastic, you are so off the mark. I shout every day. If there's no one around to suck it up, I still shout. There isn't even a hint of a fluffy exterior. I haven't shouted today but there's an entire evening ahead of me and some of that evening will include a half written essay on King Lear that should be fully written by now but the author is mysteriously missing. I don't plan for the day to end in a shouting match but, you know..  .. There will be shouting. I agree with you Trubble. You're a complete bitch.  I think that's a perfect summation. |
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Post by Patrick on Jan 24, 2009 3:05:49 GMT
Twas the dead of night! With just me and one mysterious "Guest". Hey ho. Anyone watch that wierd thing with Clive Owen and Bruce Willis tonight? Very odd. Don't recall it making it big time at the cinema. Different at least. Telling a simple story with simple effects. Night then.  |
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Post by trubble on Feb 7, 2009 0:56:21 GMT
Goodnight Patrick!!!  |
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Post by Patrick on Feb 7, 2009 1:02:21 GMT
Goodnight Patrick!!! Bless you! Not gone just yet - just got a bit bored. Just me really. Behave yerself tomorrow now! |
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Post by trubble on Feb 7, 2009 1:57:09 GMT
You missed the trivia and Weyland left to do some darning. I am not going to a party tomorrow, I am going next weekend. Tomorrow is just a pint or two while discussing the party.  I will behave. There's not a lot of misbehaving to get up to. It's just a group of friends. You can all relax. I will not get any married.  I went to a party last Saturday and didn't get married then either.  Oh hai, everso, goodnight. |
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Post by Patrick on Feb 7, 2009 2:36:30 GMT
Oh. My. God. Unless you were being sarcastic, you are so off the mark. I shout every day. If there's no one around to suck it up, I still shout. There isn't even a hint of a fluffy exterior. I haven't shouted today but there's an entire evening ahead of me and some of that evening will include a half written essay on King Lear that should be fully written by now but the author is mysteriously missing. I don't plan for the day to end in a shouting match but, you know.. .. There will be shouting. Oh! Did you get a poem written in one of your birthday cards when you were 10 wondering when you'd stop it too then? "Now you are ten
We wonder when
You will stop shouting
You'll be in heaven
By the time you reach eleven
If you don't stop your............ !Can't remember the next word suffice to say I don' t think it scanned very well! |
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Post by trubble on Feb 7, 2009 14:17:16 GMT
No because that would have been a mean thing to give. |
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Post by Patrick on Feb 7, 2009 14:26:03 GMT
No because that would have been a mean thing to give. I just thought it was clever and funny at the time - but now you mention it........... I see now that I was abused!  So the time when Dad took a pair of scissors to the back of my pyjamas - cos I sometimes had a habit of staying in them all day on a Saturday (aged about 8 or 9) was abuse too then??  Noooooo! I thought that was ;D funny too! |
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Post by trubble on Feb 7, 2009 14:42:11 GMT
No  the pyjamas thing is very funny. I love when parents are mean to their kids. We were being horrible moany ungrateful 13 year olds in the back of a car once that my friend's mum was driving, giving us a lift to some disco or whatever. The mum got so fed up with our whining that she opened the passenger door whilst still driving, unclipped the safety belt and wrestled my friend out of the moving car, it was hilarious. She then pulled over and made us all get out too, made us run back and get her daugter, locked the doors, made us get cold waiting to get back in, and then laughed wildly. happy days. |
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Post by trubble on Feb 7, 2009 15:08:33 GMT
"Now you are ten
We wonder when
You will stop shouting
You'll be in heaven
By the time you reach eleven
If you don't stop your............ !Can't remember the next word suffice to say I don' t think it scanned very well! Pouting ? |
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Post by everso on Feb 8, 2009 1:25:22 GMT
Oh. My. God. Unless you were being sarcastic, you are so off the mark. I shout every day. If there's no one around to suck it up, I still shout. There isn't even a hint of a fluffy exterior. I haven't shouted today but there's an entire evening ahead of me and some of that evening will include a half written essay on King Lear that should be fully written by now but the author is mysteriously missing. I don't plan for the day to end in a shouting match but, you know.. .. There will be shouting. Man, nobody could have shouted as much as me. I used to make myself cough I shouted so loud. Once, standing in the hallway, I shouted so loud I made the doorbell ring. True. My kids took no notice of me unfortunately. However, they do still love me, I think. BTW, I also used to threaten to leave. Something all the child-rearing books tell you never to do. I used to get to the point where I didn't know what to do next (they were continually fighting - fisticuffs and all). I'd go to the hall cupboard, get my coat and shout out "RIGHT, THAT'S IT!!! I'm off". I never left though. I don't think they took me seriously enough. |
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Post by trubble on Feb 8, 2009 10:30:16 GMT
I shouted so loud I made the doorbell ring If ever a k was warranted it's for this.  |
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Post by housesparrow on Feb 8, 2009 18:34:42 GMT
Never mind. When you are 80 or 90 you can stay in your pyjamas all day and no-one will care, sad to say.
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Post by Patrick on Feb 9, 2009 11:34:28 GMT
.........and the nice nurse will bring me my tea! Awwww.  |
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Post by housesparrow on Feb 9, 2009 19:19:41 GMT
...and leave it just out of reach. Haw haw.
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Post by Patrick on Feb 24, 2009 0:48:01 GMT
It's been a long day - and I'm quite worn out. I'll finish me beer and go to bed I think. BB has crashed on the settee (I'm in trouble - I think she wanted a game of snooker) So there you go. Ta ta.  |
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Post by Patrick on Feb 28, 2009 2:43:26 GMT
Let me just say - in a pretend sozzled fashioned - You're all lovely!
Night night
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Post by trubble on Feb 28, 2009 2:44:03 GMT
In vino veritas. Night! |
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