bigbadwolf

I'm afraid you'll have to ask Jason Pinky.

That was below the 6 pack Lou.

That's what friends are for - Stevie Wonder

With all the hot air coming from the Palmerston thread the O-zone layer above se22 must be really struggling.

You seem to get through a lot of birthday cake over the year *Bob*.

ifeliz cumpleanos Mockney.

Really.

Are you sure it wasn't Iceland?

The treatment of the workforce sounds like something from a Dickens novel.

For your next drinks can I suggest you pencil in the Palmerston as it's receiving a lot of attention at the other side of the forum.

A Parsnip!!! If you returned to the checkout with a Parsnip and some baby oil then I'd be inclined to congratulate you on your initiative but since you've failed to exploit the attempt to it's fullest/darkest then I'm afraid you haven't made the grade. START ALL OVER AGAIN!

That is exactly the lack of imagination I'm trying to combat skiders!

Good grief! This certainly describes a worrying downward trend in juvenile supermarket behaviour on behalf of the male gender. Fella's, if you really want to get a reaction then read carefully. When you next have a big alcohol shop (preferably at DKH as you'll have a larger audience) stock up your trolley with booze, just booze. Here comes the fun part. Put a pack of nappies or some other baby essentials on top of the mountain of crates. Find a long and busy queue. After the cashier has wrung up all the items and announces the final bill your chance to raise the stakes arrives. Say to the cashier that you don't have enough. By this time your hold up of the queue will have started to attract attention. Start looking through your pockets for more money, the mood in the queue will be growing ever more inpatient. Feign defeat and say to the cashier "You know what...........I'll leave the nappies" and proceed to purchase all the alcohol instead. The expression on the face of the cashier and the queue will be priceless and worthy of a Blue Peter badge. You wont find this in Snopes as I was taught this wind up by my uncle. Good luck.

I see an ulterior motive behind Tony's well wishes. On this day in 1975 it snowed in London and during all the hype I brained a kid with a snowball that smashed his glasses and I ran off rather than face up to my responsibilities. Enjoy and make the most of this beautiful life guys. Apart from my snide speculations it is indeed a wonderful day.

The Kazoo?

How much acid did you drop Brum?

And don't let the bed thugs bite.

Is that you Tony?

Blud.

I edited it because if I didn't I'd be taken outside and shot.

1) A lot of people noticed this guy make his entrance. 2) When 'Bruno' starts to get into 'difficulty' the event staff don't seem to bothered that an 'intuder/gatecrasher' is about 20 ft from breaking their neck. If this whole (technically impossible regarding the logistical/technical requirements) stunt was unknown to the organisers then once the pranker was in difficulty the security staff would've reacted as though someone had popped some chewing gum at a presidential speech. 3) Eminem's bodyguards were a bit tame in there treatment of the prankster. I don't know about you but if I was a multi millionaire rapper/narcasist with past 'issues' and fans expectations to live up to I'd have made more effort in putting my feelings across. 4) It was MTV. Well done for bringing this to our attention but regarding it's authenticity you've come across as your username. If it's any reconcilliation I've just admitted to Quids that my dad is from the west country.

I can just picture Woof and Quids looking for their pebble glasses and Phat Willies T-shirts.

I was about 6 years old whilst you all made utter prats of yourselves. I bet you hadn't even heard about the Berlin wall until 1991!

Someone had to do it.

Not so Quids. My mum is from Camberwell and my dad was dragged up all over the country but is originally from Taunton (please feel perfectly free to insert incest loaded jokes as I would do exactly the same if I were you). They only lived in the hell hole of Forest gate so my dad could commute to the city as after he'd recovered from the Falklands he did something truly disgusting. He became a corporate accountant. After I was born we shortly hopped back over the river like any sane human being and my mum started talking to her family again.