bigbadwolf

No, tit sunday or monday is when all the dicks go out ogling breast's Legal. I thought you'd know that by now.

I know this auspicuous occasion usually falls on a monday but today is most definately; TIT SUNDAY!!! I've already been mesmerised by a gracefully poised black lady at the checkouts in Forest hill Sainsbury's (Tony would've sprayed his Y fronts) and another delightfully 'qualified' blond on my return journey. I think I might head off to the park with my mates under the guise of playing frisbee whilst actually having a sly shufty at any passing maidens and wenches alike. Thanks ladies.

My guilty pleasure is the Evening Standards ES magazine. Incidentally, did anyone else catch the latest issue because it's got the latest starlet of English period drama Rachel Hurd-Wood eblazoned across the front cover. Her 'assets' nearly caused me to pass out on platform 12 at London Bridge on Friday.

I bet you that when Annaj and BN5 have children at least one of the kids will stumble upon the cure for both Cancer and AIDS but probably let someone else take the credit, so they can continue building clinics in the developing world.

The J household. Anna: "Hi darling, I'm home." BN5: "My love, how was today's crusade." Anna: "Rise from the floor my dear, I don't deserve such praise." BN5: "I can't help it my love, you relieve the suffering of so many as well as correct the spelling of lesser men." Anna: "That may be my love but it's my calling and I'd be selfish to ignore it." BN5: "Oh, a young chap who calls himself bigbadwolf dropped by." Anna: "Oh yes, what did he want?" BN5: "He said he had a dream where a dam collapsed but you saved everyone from certain death by using your devine powers of healing and wisdom to hold the structure from failing as well as saving everyone threatened by it." Anna: "Oh that, it was no trouble at all, I was happy to help." BN5: "Good God my love!! You're even awesome and polite in other peoples sleep!" Anna: "Oh it's no trouble at all."

Bloody 'ell Huguenot! Couldn't you have just shrunk that into a more compact tweet rather than puffing out your chest again. I mean really, were all those facts and figures neccassary in combating such a petty issue in such a petty arguement. Whether we like it or not (I don't), Twitter exists and people will use it.

Genesis? Jesus wept.

"What's printed on your one?" "Here lies the spot where Huguenot fell on his own sword." Apart from whether he does or doesn't benefit from the toils of child labour in a t-shirt production line I think I remember Huguenot once stating that he's smug enough to employ a Malay toddler to kiss his hand before he ventures forth to earn his dubious crust in the unpredictable world of the Tiger economy.

Sorry Legal, I can't see that as a valid reason for why Anna wears her halo so piously. I don't believe you either. So, the question remains. Why is annaj such an angel of exemplary conduct and deportment?

Please don't sully such a greasy homage to such a worth while candidate by being a smart arse Hal.

You get the unique t-shirt you're after from a sweat shop in Singapore, where Huguenot lives.

Been there, done that, had the t-shirt autographed. Huguenot doesn't scare me.

It's come to my attention in my thread about endorsing Dulwich park that annaj is alway's right. Apart from being a doctor and valuable pillar of society she's incredibly adept in highlighting the mistakes made by gobshite such as myself. She does the above with such patience and virtue that it's quite a humbling experience to be corrected by such a force for good. So, why is annaj always right as well as being such an awesome woman?

F_ck!!!

Without wanting to appear to be cosying up to Dulwichmum, that was a polite and clever method of putting mud in Huguenot's eye. Ha ha Huguenot, I bet you feel like a right 'twit' now.

I might as well point out my own foolish example of pinheadedness of putting a capital letter after a comma. Even after Dr J so eloquently highlighted it. I feel like a right pinhead now.

However Anna, You made the school girl error of starting a sentence with and. You have no idea how good that just felt. Pinhead.

annaj Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > And in a lovely own goal, BBW, you misspelt (and, > assuming that's what you meant) misused emeritus > and used a capital after a comma. > > And so it goes on, since I'm assuming I will also > have made an unnoticed mistake. I'm really not very good at this am I.

I saw the Constant Gardner last night by Brazilian director Fernando Meirelles (of City of God fame) starring Ralph Fiennes and Rachel Weisz. It dealt with a couple working together to uncover the wrongs being perpetrated against Africa by European and American corporations under the ever paranoid observation of the Foreign office's Africa desk who actively sought to destroy the couple outright, by whatever means possible. I've never really been a great fan of Fiennes but he was an undeniably good compliment to Weisz's role. They were both very good. The feature also served as a great big 'up yours' against the shady collaborations of big business and official agencies. Bill Nighy's portrayal of a backstabbing diplomat was also a crucially breathtaking piece of acting further reinforcing the hope that I'll one day follow his example in how to grow old mischieviously. I also have no shame in admitting that I'll cry when he shuffles off his mortal coil.

Fair enough Lou, you've highlighted my shortcomings along with all the other emiritus's of English literature. However, Your eventual downfall mirrored that of the other pinhead scoffing from afar. You ignored the basic etiquette of a full stop. Pinhead.

At least you had the balls to admit it Sean, you utter failure you.

Your previous post to that also lacked the appropriate punctuation. Pinhead.

Quids, I can't help but congratulate you on finally pointing out my grammatical inadequacies, well done. However, Your last post "...that didn't take long" should've at least finished with a full stop. Pinhead.

It's funny you should mention that Simon because I walked past a MacDonalds in Central London during the week and I saw a woman leaving the establishment (if you can call it that) who'd let herself go to such an extent that the only way of describing her is to liken the greedy halfwit to a melting snowman.

I couldn't agree more Keef. The other not so publicized benefit is that the people I buy Cannabis from live on Wells Park rd which makes the park an ideal and pleasant spot to get pranged on high grade whilst I debate over whether I should either empty the shelves of Costcutter or wait until I get home to the far cheaper alternative of a bacon sandwich. Simple pleasures.