Yay.But spell-check before supplying, next time.
/runs n' hides
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Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob,
Thu 19 Mar 2009, 13:42,
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Accompianing: for two people to play one piano at the same time
theoriginalsteve <this space intentionally left blank>,
Thu 19 Mar 2009, 13:46,
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Tell us the one about the six inch pianist
Hamster Trippin' aka Mr. Titts,
Thu 19 Mar 2009, 13:52,
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his body weight wasn't enough to even get a sound out of one key let alone play a whole cordI've never really found it funny to be honest.
( theoriginalsteve <this space intentionally left blank>,
Thu 19 Mar 2009, 13:55,
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![[challenge entry]](/images/board_posticon_c.gif "Challenge Entry: How Food Is Really Made"){kind=small}
Sorry to threadjack, but this doesn't deserve its own thread,How Kievs are made:
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Victor Meldrew,
Thu 19 Mar 2009, 13:47,
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heheheh! top 'shop! theoriginalsteve <this space intentionally left blank>,
Thu 19 Mar 2009, 13:49,
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I like this.sudden tale:
A few years ago I was in a slightly pretentious part of Oxford town and happened to find myself walking towards a group of young people stood around on a corner.
The young people were wearing hoodies, looking slightly threadbare and passing a bottle around carefully wrapped in a bag. Such a group, while not uncommon in Oxford generally, is certaily not an expected site in this part of town, which is a long way from the usual haunts of such folks. As I approached I was wondering "are they lost, are they looking for trouble, or are they not really a bunch of tough kids."
My question was answered for me when, as I was about 10 feet away, one of the group members dropped the bottle breaking it. The young fellow next to him piped up in perfect plummy upper-calls English: "Oh Rupert, you tit! Look what you've done."
Ahh, I love posh kids.
(A few years ago I was in a slightly pretentious part of Oxford town and happened to find myself walking towards a group of young people stood around on a corner.
The young people were wearing hoodies, looking slightly threadbare and passing a bottle around carefully wrapped in a bag. Such a group, while not uncommon in Oxford generally, is certaily not an expected site in this part of town, which is a long way from the usual haunts of such folks. As I approached I was wondering "are they lost, are they looking for trouble, or are they not really a bunch of tough kids."
My question was answered for me when, as I was about 10 feet away, one of the group members dropped the bottle breaking it. The young fellow next to him piped up in perfect plummy upper-calls English: "Oh Rupert, you tit! Look what you've done."
Ahh, I love posh kids.
Mockingbird Practitioner of SCIENCE,
Thu 19 Mar 2009, 13:56,
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it was pretty close, as I recall. Mockingbird Practitioner of SCIENCE,
Thu 19 Mar 2009, 14:05,
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why not?It deserves it's own thread as much as the next post...
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See?
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See?
Joe Scaramanga with a G-double-O-D vibration,
Thu 19 Mar 2009, 14:02,
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LovelyI think that's a great idea and very well done.
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Ugi , it's a game of give and cake,
Thu 19 Mar 2009, 14:34,
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how many of the dates will he actually do?At work it was suggested that he will probably only do 10 out of the 50
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Duke Otterby you pre-verts,
Thu 19 Mar 2009, 13:48,
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He's so shy that he puts his hand up to a camera whenever one is near his faceHow the hell will he cope with 50 dates and all the people?!
( Victor Meldrew,
Thu 19 Mar 2009, 13:51,
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A big vat of jesus juice and duck butter, that will get him throughand the keys to the orphanage
( Duke Otterby you pre-verts,
Thu 19 Mar 2009, 13:53,
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