Random factor, like a tractor...

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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.'



* - an award I made up just now.

Star tiffs

Lord of the pies

When Harry met the faschist

Last kitkat in Bognor.

Apostrophe's now

Cat on a hot tin of tuna

National valet

Anthony and Renault Clio.

1.3 diesel N reg

Glas a du du du push pineapple shake the tree!

xXxxxxxxxxxx. (blydi key's stuck again)

It's the in and out bit I like.

The trick to boosting sales of shampoos and moisturisers for women? Invent a vaguely scientific ingredient - something like 'pro-natrex formula' or 's-complex' - and tell them it's in it. They fall for it every time.

But luckless, you think that using water alone could actually rinse out the dirt ?!?!

Also Lucky, some sort of a hint of an orgasmic experience every time the bubbles wash over your Muppet helps.

Well women are generally quite dirty, so probably not...

That's true, Glas. The promise of transportation to shampoo Shangri-La always goes down well.

chicken shaped deodorants!

Di...pri...phallic shaped deodorants!

Mind you can say dick and prick on here.

Glas a du wrote:It's the in and out bit I like.

There's an out bit?

Or am I thinking of the hokey cokey?

The real secret to marketing vanity products is the invent a fake “independent accusation” and have them endorse your product.

For example – I want to sell Mickado brand MAN deodorant. It provides 25 hour protection in case you want to sleep in the next day and it’s endorsed by the European Committee for people who are sound and wouldn’t lie to you.

Who wouldn’t want to buy that!?

I'd rather buy it if it were endorsed by Kelly Brook. I would already know she was paid to do it and doesn't care one bit about it past her paycheck. But, when it come to anti-perspirant, I can be shallow enough to dig it.

Whoever though a lone saxophonist was sexy? If some bloke was playing slow jazz on his sax outside my bedroom when I was, you know, I'd chuck something at him.

A saxophone in the right hands can produce beautiful music; in the wrong hands it's godawful.

Speak as you find, it's all about context. I find the best music for is something with a bit of rhythm.

What, like happy hardcore?

luckless_pedestrian wrote:What, like happy hardcore?

I read that as 'hippy hardcore' and thought it was a new genre...

Now how would that sound?

Groovy

And possibly also far out.

You don't see as many hippies nowadays.

Everything evolves, even religion. Which is ironic.

Sipping at my soda, sitting on my sofa...

Sitting in my jeep, going to feed my sheep

Absolute Radio 90's

Fart. Want some Paté?

Well woodant you just know it, to be sure, it seems I have a fax coming through!

A lorry load of interesting cheeses.

Back to the French again!

Merde'

Don't let the Sun get in TV.

I'm still starving.

Thieving hands.

Raquet man.

Crockodile's c ock

Circular wife.

Watford are rubbish.

Speaking of cheese, I love Roquefort. Yum yum yum.

Contrary to popular belief it's not good for making files.