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» Get Rich Quick
I've got a good one
Set up a website - nothing fancy a few funny images, some simple flash games, funny links etc... then ask all your mates to stick their funny images, games, links up. Ask your mates to invite their mates then collect all the good images and links say, once a week, e-mail it to everyone on the website and flog all the ad-space for mucho money-o.
Why hasn't someone thought of this before?
(Sat 2nd Aug 2008, 10:17, More)
I've got a good one
Set up a website - nothing fancy a few funny images, some simple flash games, funny links etc... then ask all your mates to stick their funny images, games, links up. Ask your mates to invite their mates then collect all the good images and links say, once a week, e-mail it to everyone on the website and flog all the ad-space for mucho money-o.
Why hasn't someone thought of this before?
(Sat 2nd Aug 2008, 10:17, More)
» Neighbours
Neighbours House
There was an abandoned house next door. One miserable night the alarm started going off. It was about 1am, Dad was up for work at six so he wasn't best pleased. Fed up, my Dad gets his ladders (actually they belonged to next dooor, t'other side, but spent most of their lives in our yard a la Simpson/Flanders) he climbs up them, and with great precision and a lack of any electrical experience begins to dismantle the alarm box. Police drive by very slowly, stop and sit there watching... cue gust of wind lifting my dads dressing gown... God knows what they thought but they very quickly drove on.
Length... dunno, I wasn't footing the ladder.
(Fri 2nd Oct 2009, 11:29, More)
Neighbours House
There was an abandoned house next door. One miserable night the alarm started going off. It was about 1am, Dad was up for work at six so he wasn't best pleased. Fed up, my Dad gets his ladders (actually they belonged to next dooor, t'other side, but spent most of their lives in our yard a la Simpson/Flanders) he climbs up them, and with great precision and a lack of any electrical experience begins to dismantle the alarm box. Police drive by very slowly, stop and sit there watching... cue gust of wind lifting my dads dressing gown... God knows what they thought but they very quickly drove on.
Length... dunno, I wasn't footing the ladder.
(Fri 2nd Oct 2009, 11:29, More)
» Well, that taught 'em
Balls to you!
At school I wasn't very sporty, I was fit but didn't like school sports. I hated playing football, my two left feet made it impossible for me to kick a ball in anything near a straight line. I was however not too bad in defence, I had a habbit of just getting in peoples way, doing their ankles in and messing up a carefully planned attack.
One time I was picked for the team with the absolute arse-head of the entire year. Lets call him 'Dummo'. Dummo was one of those cocky bastards who thought he was a one man football team, full of himself and a thoroughly unpleasant guy to be around. So he gives us all positions, I mention that i'm slightly better in defence than in goal and point out the obvious that a 5'4" runt like meself isn't too good in a full size goal. So the stupid bastard puts me in goal, I'm really pissed.
The game begins, Dummo is running up and down the field like a rutting gazelle. Showing off his ball skills, forgetting that he has 10 other players on the team. I stand in the middle of the goal blissfully unaware of what is going on.
Suddenly I hear my name called, Dummo is hurtling down the pitch, red faced and screaming obscenities at me. I look down and see about 10 yards away the ball rolling gently across the grass towards my goal.
I could have stopped it with my foot. I could have sneezed heavily and the bloody thing would have stopped. I saw this, saw how angry Dummo was and made my move.
I waited until the second the ball had passed the line before collapsing sideways in a mock-dive. Cue a round of applause from the entire team and Dummo raging like an angry frog. Turns out everyone else hated him as well.
Length? Just over the line.
(Tue 1st May 2007, 0:14, More)
Balls to you!
At school I wasn't very sporty, I was fit but didn't like school sports. I hated playing football, my two left feet made it impossible for me to kick a ball in anything near a straight line. I was however not too bad in defence, I had a habbit of just getting in peoples way, doing their ankles in and messing up a carefully planned attack.
One time I was picked for the team with the absolute arse-head of the entire year. Lets call him 'Dummo'. Dummo was one of those cocky bastards who thought he was a one man football team, full of himself and a thoroughly unpleasant guy to be around. So he gives us all positions, I mention that i'm slightly better in defence than in goal and point out the obvious that a 5'4" runt like meself isn't too good in a full size goal. So the stupid bastard puts me in goal, I'm really pissed.
The game begins, Dummo is running up and down the field like a rutting gazelle. Showing off his ball skills, forgetting that he has 10 other players on the team. I stand in the middle of the goal blissfully unaware of what is going on.
Suddenly I hear my name called, Dummo is hurtling down the pitch, red faced and screaming obscenities at me. I look down and see about 10 yards away the ball rolling gently across the grass towards my goal.
I could have stopped it with my foot. I could have sneezed heavily and the bloody thing would have stopped. I saw this, saw how angry Dummo was and made my move.
I waited until the second the ball had passed the line before collapsing sideways in a mock-dive. Cue a round of applause from the entire team and Dummo raging like an angry frog. Turns out everyone else hated him as well.
Length? Just over the line.
(Tue 1st May 2007, 0:14, More)
» School Trips
Stupid Fooker
I remember on one A-Level biology field trip we played a right corker on the teach.
We were on sand dunes, how marram grass can withstand harsh enviroment etc...
Just before the minibus left my friend and I dug up one of the pansies in the headmasters flowerbed, when we got to the beach we replanted it on the top of the dune. Cue us calling the smart-arse botanist biology teacher and him wracking his brains to try and explain how a pansie can survive on top of a dune. Wanker.
(Fri 8th Dec 2006, 13:20, More)
Stupid Fooker
I remember on one A-Level biology field trip we played a right corker on the teach.
We were on sand dunes, how marram grass can withstand harsh enviroment etc...
Just before the minibus left my friend and I dug up one of the pansies in the headmasters flowerbed, when we got to the beach we replanted it on the top of the dune. Cue us calling the smart-arse botanist biology teacher and him wracking his brains to try and explain how a pansie can survive on top of a dune. Wanker.
(Fri 8th Dec 2006, 13:20, More)
» Eccentrics
Jacko aka Plinkety Plink Man
Sorry if this has been posted but this guy is a Liverpool legend. His guitar playing makes Hendrix look like a schoolboy!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ef49cHXG87Q&feature=related
(Sun 2nd Nov 2008, 16:15, More)
Jacko aka Plinkety Plink Man
Sorry if this has been posted but this guy is a Liverpool legend. His guitar playing makes Hendrix look like a schoolboy!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ef49cHXG87Q&feature=related
(Sun 2nd Nov 2008, 16:15, More)