Random Factor... Like A Tractor

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Random factor, like a tractor...
by luckless_pedestrian on Sat 28 May 2011, 5:06 pm

Hello. Following its roaring success on the old 606 (winner of six Luckies*) I thought I'd provide a space on 606v2 for you to post any irrelevant little things you fancy sharing.

I'll start: I've always had trouble with the line 'Love grows where my Rosemary goes.' If they'd chosen another name like Anne or Susan there'd be no problem, but rosemary's a herb so it could be 'Love goes where my rosemary grows.'

Is like a bit of saucy crumpet, matron.

Circles are impure - do not trust circles, they are bad.

Right-angled triangles, now they are a good thing.

Not if you want to play snooker.

Load up on buns, and bring your friends...

but don't take buns to tea parties.

Ja. Precise! Don't even go to Tea-Parties. But, if you do happen to make that particular mistake, make sure your buns are tight enough to impress Sarah Palin. Then, shhaag her up her pseudo-Momsey arse.

She would respect you in the morning for it and possibly change tac. Thus, saving the World in the process.

Crude, yet effective - Politics.

That's my kind of politics!

"Yeah, take it! Tell me you love Communism!"

Shhhhh! The circles are out there...

Some of them are viscious.....

Some of them are old, some of them are new, some of them will turn up when you least expect them to...

Yeah, that's right luckless.

Just when you least expect it....

DO NOT trust circles, for they are impure - follow the right-angled triangles.

THEY do not lie. 3-4-5. FACT.

What's Pi got to do with it, got to do with it?
What's Pi but a poor mathematical argument?

The French call a pie chart a 'Camembert.'

I like the French.

DO NOT trust the French, for they dress circles up as cheese...

Cheese may be shaped, but it has no shape. It is beyond shape. It is beyond nourishment. It is the essence of tang. And Tang, as any angel will tell you, was Jesus's nickname as a teenager until he filled out.

Stringy Tang?

Hey!!! I saw what you did there, it's not the cheese - it's the circular nature of Camembert that should be denounced!

Down with all circles! They are full of lies and not to be trusted!

How can you have cheesy feet, when cheese has no feet and feet no cheese?

Dunno.

Is it because of Chinky Toe?

Cheesy-Pease! A subtle mixture of mass produced, plastic, tasteless cheese, ingeniously spiced up, by the addition of tinned mushy-peas.

Cheesy-Pease!

Yum Yum.

Dairy Peas: a well packaged selection of finely triangulated pod-dwelling greenery.

Peas Pudding: as above but stood on.

Pwdin blew

Go lew.

Cow Pat: like peanut butter, but made of beef.

Smooth or crunchy?

Well you might get some teeth in it if you're lucky...

Don't have a cow man.....

I used to work in a library. Many happy returns.

So we drove all the way back to Narbeth with a shagged rabbit.

You may have legs like John Wayne, but you can't stop a pig in a passage

Cari wrote:So we drove all the way back to Narbeth with a shagged rabbit.

Which spontaneously combusted with the beauty of it all.

Cari wrote:So we drove all the way back to Narbeth with a shagged rabbit.

Try Duracell next time.

Monsieur Reynard?

'I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips than you in your finery.'

Finery, that's a new name for it.

Finery = sheath.

Sheathed in glory

Diamond-studded, of course.

Gold tipped.

With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes...

With a finger in his ring and a toe on his bell...

Picasso sex.

I prefer the hands on touch you only get with hired goons...

Some people don't know when they're beaten.

Lucy in the sky with Anne Diamond.

Cari wrote:With a finger in his ring and a toe on his bell...

luckless_pedestrian wrote:Picasso sex.

Zafira for me every time - unlimited seat permutations.

Ah yes, the Zafira. The doggers' choice.

There are so many of them in the East of England they have named a bit of sea after them.

I used to bank with Dogger Bank. Instead of a monthly statement they'd send me a list of postcodes and a map.