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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.

I'm a frayed knot.

SARN, OL AR 2

And I said, I don't care if they lay me off either, because I told Bill that if they move my desk one more time, then I'm quitting, I'm going to quit. And I told Don too, because they've moved my desk four times already this year, and I used to be over by the window, and I could see the squirrels, and they were married...

...And for the last time, will you stop fondling that thing...and don't point it at me either!

How do they bleed so much but without dying?

Glas a du wrote:How do they bleed so much but without dying?

My father always told me, never trust anything that bleeds once a month and doesnt die

My Grannie was a wrestler. Deal with it.

Can't live with them, can't shoot them.

I've only ever shot clay. What good is that to me nutritionally?

I dunno, God managed quite a bit with it.

Ah Glas, touche doesn't even cover it!

I was shooting clay pigeons in torrential rain on Wednesday night. Then I had a medium rare sirloin steak and home cooked chips washed down with Brains SA. I was RAF yesterday.

Now if I was to go up to Scotland on a grouse shoot and shout 'pull,' would the grouse fly up? Is that their 'rosebud?'

Don't know I'm not that posh. Grouse tend to fly across not up, I do know that much.

Has anyone tried calling them and doing that thing you do with your hand when you want a cat to come to you? They'd be sitting, er, grouse then.

You don't understand the concept of "sport" in this context do you?

I love Fridays - only two more days of work till Monday!

Being self-employed is shoite.

PJHolybloke wrote:I love Fridays - only two more days of work till Monday!

Being self-employed is shoite.

Tell me about it. You are the worst boss in the world.

Where has Mark Watson's accent gone?

Glas a du wrote:

PJHolybloke wrote:I love Fridays - only two more days of work till Monday!

Being self-employed is shoite.

Tell me about it. You are the worst boss in the world.

And just how in the name of hell did you know that?!!

I'm going to sack myself soon and get a job.

All birds are mentalers.

Now that's a fact.

It includes the blackbird, who is so wonderful that he sings about himself. He really isn't a bragart, he just loves to sing; but there is something insane about drawing attention to yourself when you're prey!

Glas a du wrote:All birds are mentalers.

Good point well made.

I come home from work somedays and tell Mrs Holybloke how one of my mates has really hurt themselves, I'm in fits of laughter at it and she always says how that's "not funny".

I knocked a right lump of skin off my left index finger two weeks ago whilst weilding a hammer like a Muppet-stick and she had to reach for the Tena-Lady pack.

Somethings not right there. mad as a bottle of bees.

I didn't write "Muppet-stick" by-the-way and if I was going to use a puppet type analogy it would have been "Fraggle-stick".

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PJHolybloke wrote:

Glas a du wrote:All birds are mentalers.

Good point well made.

I come home from work somedays and tell Mrs Holybloke how one of my mates has really hurt themselves, I'm in fits of laughter at it and she always says how that's "not funny".

I knocked a right lump of skin off my left index finger two weeks ago whilst weilding a hammer like a Muppet-stick and she had to reach for the Tena-Lady pack.

Somethings not right there. mad as a bottle of bees.

Mines the same PJ. She trips, falls over, hurts herself - Im in like a Guardian Angel - comforting her - easing the pain. She's the same - Nurse Nightingale with everyone on the Planet. Except me.

I fall, trip down the stairs in a hape, both legs broken, head twisted around - she breaks her shoyte laughing and has to leave the room.

Bees aren't in it. They are evil. FACT.

I make an extra-effort to laugh at her misfortune now. Feels good. Gotta love er though.

all good things come to people who wait.
but they could be the things that people who got there first left?

mr-bryns-attitude wrote:all good things come to people who wait.
but they could be the things that people who got there first left?

Seeing as the early bird got the worm, by inference, worms aren't a good thing.

kiwi
your correct,worms are not good,i would advise any blackbird,(the feathered type) to stick to berries or seed left out by kindly neighbours,i've often seen crows sample and then spit out worms, worms are to be used for fishing,nothing else.

And irrigating the soil, from which we survive.

Earthworms are great altogether.

Earthworm Jim was sucha a groovy guy.

Yeah. He rocked. And squirmed a lot.

You have to watch worms. They have been known to turn.

it's not the things we don't know that gets us into trouble,it's the things we are sure we know that turns out to be not so.

Im also concerned about the things we dont know we dont know. And I don't know why. But I do.

Then again. Phhok it.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pqashW66D7o

"There are known knows, there are knowed unknowns and there are unknown knows, but the unknowed unknowns will fook you up every time."

Paraphrased from a CIA spook that took a press conference during the second Gulf War, I still haven't got a barsteward clue what he was trying to express.

I know this much though - that's bilging excrement for "Hi, I've no idea, thanks for coming and goodbye."

And thanks for all the fish.

I hate Kippers with a passion you couldn't imagine.

God they stink!!!!!!

I'd tell you where to stick 'em but God got that one sorted early doors.....

Gibson wrote:

PJHolybloke wrote:

Glas a du wrote:All birds are mentalers.

Good point well made.

I come home from work somedays and tell Mrs Holybloke how one of my mates has really hurt themselves, I'm in fits of laughter at it and she always says how that's "not funny".

I knocked a right lump of skin off my left index finger two weeks ago whilst weilding a hammer like a Muppet-stick and she had to reach for the Tena-Lady pack.

Somethings not right there. mad as a bottle of bees.

Mines the same PJ. She trips, falls over, hurts herself - Im in like a Guardian Angel - comforting her - easing the pain. She's the same - Nurse Nightingale with everyone on the Planet. Except me.

I fall, trip down the stairs in a hape, both legs broken, head twisted around - she breaks her shoyte laughing and has to leave the room.

Bees aren't in it. They are evil. FACT.

I make an extra-effort to laugh at her misfortune now. Feels good. Gotta love er though.

FACT it is Gibbo, evil and no doubt about it. Mrs H had a "mild bout of illness" a few years ago and I can honestly say that I actually experienced a mild form of sympathy for cancer.

By Christ did she give it a lashing and as God is my witness I've stifled every cough and cold I've had since for fear of the same treatment.

The ducking stool is gone for better or worse, as the witches are still about. God forbid anyone feeling ill in our house, as there's little comfort to be found.

Like you and yours I rejoice in her beauty, grace and guile, but most of all I'm shoite scared of her vengance and love her more for that as each day passes by.

To Mrs H and ALL her sisters, you gotta love 'em !

Pulp Fiction - Samuel L Jackson or John Travolta?

Who really deserved the Oscar?

Remember when it was fashionable to have a vase full of twigs in your livingroom? What was that all about?

luckless_pedestrian wrote:Remember when it was fashionable to have a vase full of twigs in your livingroom? What was that all about?

Low maintenance mate. friggin bare lookin' but...

And by the time I got there, all the gourmet Scotch eggs had gone.

Show me a man who says he enjoys shaving and I will show you a liar.

Every time you shave a moustache dies.

...and a cod gains a goatee

liquorice

Gingerbread Man goes to the Doc with a sore willy...
Doc says: "So Ginger, you got a dose man, what have you been up to now?"
Ginger: "Ah Doc, what can I say, phhoking allsorts".

A male swan can break a man's leg with a flap of his wings; but a female swan can break a male swan's heart with a glance.