HonaloochieB

#Happy Easter your arse I pray God it's our last...#

Radar O'Reilly from MASH.

Actually Keef if AFN purchased the bread for the sandwich from Somerfield I'd do as she says. You could knock nails in with them sometimes.

Of course *Bob*, of course 'Mushy' Piers. Outstanding work.

The mirror on your compact cracked, ladies? Simply go to your husband's CD collection and select one he won't be likely to play. Usually KInda Blue by Miles Davis is there for show rather than for actually listening to. Take the disc from it's 'jewel' box and you'll see that one side is all shiny and can be pressed into service as a mirror. But don't let on I told you girls, don't want to be chucked out of the Bloke Club.

I think BBW has clinched this one. Could anyone be more of a spud?

But his boat has no discernible potato traits DM, so he has no place on this thread.

My mate 'Spud' Murphy, you probably don't know him, but take my word for it he does.

It's bacause he's Irish isn't it DM? Honestly what a display of naked racism.

PinkyB Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I think this thread has started to venture into > the realms of great big things that nobody could > possibly have a problem with, eg: "rude people". > > Getting back to the teeny tiny trivia: > > When I'm drinking a bottle of something in the > street and the lid falls off and rolls into the > gutter so then I have to walk around for the rest > of the day with a bottle with no lid on and > assistants glaring at me in shops in case I spill > water on their goods. > > When you buy a pint at the bar and they give you > your change on a tiny little tray. This is not New > York, you are not Tom Cruise in Cocktail, and I am > not leaving you a tip for pouring me a pint, > stupid little tray or not. > > > > When you buy something in Boots and they insist on > giving you a pointless discount voucher for > something you didn't want in the first place. And > then seem incapable of understanding that not only > have you not got a Boots card, but you don't want > one, either. > > > Shop assistants who man the doors and say, > brightly, "Good morning!" and "Thank you! > Goodbye!" when you enter and leave the shop. How > about you concentrate on making sure the clothes > are on the right size hangers and there isn't a > 20-person long queue for the till instead? > > > > People who tell you that they're sorry, they've > let the room to "a friend of a friend" and then > continue to advertise the room on Gumtree, > Moveflat or the ED Forum for several weeks > afterwards. Why not just be honest, for ****'s > sake? Chances are I didn't like you either! Pinky maybe they thought you looked the sort who would spend most of the time spilling water all over the pace. Spot on with the little tray and Boots coupons though. Try putting the tray in your pocket with a cheery "thank you" and see what happens. Caused quite a stir in a pub in Shoreditch with that one.

Peckhamgatecrasher Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > A streetcar named Desiree Of course PGC, make them into chips and wash them down with Stella.

22 Grand Job - The Rakes

Brendan Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > It turned out that life in the workhouse could be > quite tolerable, even beneficial to our family?s > health. Perhaps it was down to being away from the > menace of Dr Loochie or perhaps it was the firm > friendship that soon developed between father and > the house master Mr Jennings. Either way after > only a week the uncomfortable gait with which > mother used to walk had disappeared. Father?s, > alas, never did. > > > > Edited: because mother didn?t walk with a gate and > Mr Jennings wasn?t a mast. Then once more to add > this. Mind Brendan, the late doctor was often described as 'sadistic but fair' and he was a great favourite of the female servants who made quite a pet of him. I have his photo in front of me now. Fine strapping fellow with his dark curly hair and the zip-fronted jumper that he liked to wear.

Grandma's Hands - Bill Withers

*Bob* Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > HonaloochieB Wrote: > -------------------------------------------------- > ----- > > No. 7 Me > > You'll have to prove it.. You can't just go around > boasting without backing it up. Picture, please. Damn I might have known my bluff would be called, caught me out putting on side. Just wanting to be part of an elite group that incuded a top secret document flashing copper, the ex-husband of the Sun editrix, a high-pitched singer and Nicky Hambleton-Jones (whoever he might be when he's at home). Got me bang to rights *Bob*.

No. 7 Me

Brendan Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > And so started my days in the workhouse. While the > work was tough and interminable the beatings were > at least less frequent than they had been while in > service to the Loochies. As Papa used to say, "I'll not have servants sitting about idle" and one of methods of encouraging activity was frequent random beatings. I once asked Mama why he did this, but all she would say was "I don't know why he does it child, I just thank the Good Lord he has something to exhaust himself with that spares me having to accomodate his foul libido". At the time I didn't know what she meant. And none of my twenty one brothers and sisters did either.

No. 2 Wayne Rooney

Brendan Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > That's not nearly as rude as some of the versions > we used to sing as kids. Actually Brendan I once overheard some of the servant's children singing a version which made me blush to my roots and burst into tears. When Mama demanded to know why my lacey collar was all wet I told her. Within minutes Stebbings the butler had escorted the scullery maid, her husband the odd-job man and their four children off the premises. They were directed to the nearest gutter and told not to ask for references. My father blamed my mother for "allowing servants to marry and breed on the premises". I often wonder what became of them.

He's Got The Whole World In His Hands - Laurie London

Not at all Daizie, the first is a spontaneous burst of music hall based on your moniker, the second is the vulgar wersion we used to sing as children. I think in the second the implication is that our heroine is 'on the game', though I never realised this when singing it as a nipper. Of course I am not implying anything about you or your profession.

Whole Lotta Love - Led Zeppelin

Hooded

No LE, I mean Whatagwan.

Deadly Kiss - Kyuss