Amazing displays of ignorance
Sandettie Light Vessel Automatic tells us: "My dad's friend told us there's no such thing as gravity - it's just the weight of air holding us down". Tell us of times you've been floored by abject stupidity. "Whenever I read the Daily Express" is not a valid answer.
( , Thu 18 Mar 2010, 16:48)
Sandettie Light Vessel Automatic tells us: "My dad's friend told us there's no such thing as gravity - it's just the weight of air holding us down". Tell us of times you've been floored by abject stupidity. "Whenever I read the Daily Express" is not a valid answer.
( , Thu 18 Mar 2010, 16:48)
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Baw-bag's story reminds me...
A friend of mine was going to a "Pimps and Ho's" themed drinkathon one time in Edinbugger, fully clothed in his pimp-suit and hat. That hat, may i add, was made of a leopard-print patterned material. It was big, it was garish, it was unmistakeably 'pimp'.
So, anyways, walking down a shoddy street in central Edinbugger he comes across a group of neds. Now, being a sensible lad, he crosses to the other side of the road.
He walks on.
The head-ned, the leader of the pack, the joker, shouts after him...
"... haw, check you and yer leopard-print hat..."
... the semi-literate cro-magnon's collective breath is inhaled, waiting for the punchline...
"... maks ye look like a fuckin' zebra!"
And they guffaw.
And my mate's face screws up as he tries not to laugh. He's trying not to laugh so fucking hard, for fear of being beaten up for being a smartass.
He regales this story to me, i regale it to you. This is the way of things.
( , Tue 23 Mar 2010, 18:47, 2 replies)
A friend of mine was going to a "Pimps and Ho's" themed drinkathon one time in Edinbugger, fully clothed in his pimp-suit and hat. That hat, may i add, was made of a leopard-print patterned material. It was big, it was garish, it was unmistakeably 'pimp'.
So, anyways, walking down a shoddy street in central Edinbugger he comes across a group of neds. Now, being a sensible lad, he crosses to the other side of the road.
He walks on.
The head-ned, the leader of the pack, the joker, shouts after him...
"... haw, check you and yer leopard-print hat..."
... the semi-literate cro-magnon's collective breath is inhaled, waiting for the punchline...
"... maks ye look like a fuckin' zebra!"
And they guffaw.
And my mate's face screws up as he tries not to laugh. He's trying not to laugh so fucking hard, for fear of being beaten up for being a smartass.
He regales this story to me, i regale it to you. This is the way of things.
( , Tue 23 Mar 2010, 18:47, 2 replies)
had one the other way around
My sister was wearing a zebra print shirt, and I told her to watch for leopards on the prowl. She said "why, are they cannibals?"
( , Tue 23 Mar 2010, 19:27, closed)
My sister was wearing a zebra print shirt, and I told her to watch for leopards on the prowl. She said "why, are they cannibals?"
( , Tue 23 Mar 2010, 19:27, closed)
It never ceases to amaze me
how they find it so funny when the biggest one says anything remotely related to events happening around them.
( , Wed 24 Mar 2010, 16:04, closed)
how they find it so funny when the biggest one says anything remotely related to events happening around them.
( , Wed 24 Mar 2010, 16:04, closed)
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