Seabag

Or thread even

He's a bloke Do something, then think after You're right to be annoyed but get over it, in the big picture nobody got hurt Or dump this 'less than perfect' freind Or call him an arse and ask for an appology Or direct him to this tread

I agree Alice is a nice name Alice Thank you Alice for suggesting the name Alice, you are suggesting Alice aren't you Alice? Or is it you think 'Alice' is generally a nice name Alice?

Yeah that's verging on.... Which rich guy gets the least for being punched in the head?

Isn't it on a pay per view premium thingy, no? Just remind me how much one rich man gets for hitting another rich man?

There's a barber shop combined with a butcher shop in North london It's on the way to Tottenham on the right hand side I'm not sure if there's a combo offer tho (like the beer/hair thing)

Ah...... Have we missed something I'm having a bnews blank day, so don't spoil it plz

Zzzzzz... You need to get out more Lou

No

I think Blah Blah drives a bus Probably the new no. 12 Trying to reason with a troll/Tarot is futile, they dont have that capacity

How many people now look at a pizza and in their head's say... "Cheese on toast" I hate myself for it, but...!

Ice rink in an Iceland 0%

Jeremy Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Seabag.. would an IV drip and a catheter suffice? When in hospital yes But even at a push, i'd not equate hospital with luxury Tho a Segway with a bed pan, now you're talking Ha!

Can anyone explain the Emeriates Dangle Way thing. We went on it a few weeks ago when the wind was really whipping it up, somewhat overlooked just how WINDY it was. I mean it's great fun, but seems utterly pointless. That said, it's a great view of that part of London (once you've conquered the fear bit) I like the no 12 new bus, but only for a breif journey tho

I'd like a mineral water tap by my bed (chilled) And a loo which slid out from under the bed, so I could roll over for an earlmorning 'waz'. Of course you'd not be able to see the thing as it would disappear out of sight after (the loo, not my waz gun) There's others, but for now 2 will suffice....

I love the one directly behind my house But i'm not telling you where that is Don't want no Dulwich riff raff blow in's in Upper Sydenham Opppp!

Louisa Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > How dare you suggest such a thing! > > Louisa. Welcome back Lou I missed ya! Xx

I often think 'being of wine' is involved in Tarot's posts I may be wrong, in that it's Kestrel or such likes But i'm thinking she/he is bound to a PC job that she/he hates The EDF is a vent/bog at which her/his frustration gets flushed at/down Hic!

I'm more upset that 'they' don't include more gluten intollorent and nut free story lines I mean imagine all the cliff hanging drama when the sliced loaf lorry crashes into the peanut butter factory

Gay Saturation Good band name

MrBen Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I spoke to an estate agent who, after jizzing on > the checkerboard mosaics, told me houses within a > 10 min radius are now worth ?5M. Many thanks To > James Barber for this. Oh really, and you live 11 minutes away Mr Ben Life sucks eh! :)

Or you end up looking like an Eastern European barber All thin lines and shaved face rails and a near shaved and gelled head Plus a beard needs washing and trimming as any hair does NO to neck shaving tho

Otta Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I sometimes do that, but more because I look like > an utter tramp otherwise. > > My beard is tramp beard. I'm with you to a degree, but how far that line goes is crucial. When it becomes a chip strap, then Nah!

That is the point, even at our lowest we forgive and laugh even It bears our vunerability, along with kicking our own egos into touch. And when we reveal that much of ourselves we accept ourselves in the cold light of day Also swearing, never again! (hopefully/thankfully)

My ex wife is special needs teacher and we used to attend parties in Eastbourne, on occassions. I hated it, because near always the other people attending were 'special needs' teachers, added to which, the host was much like Tony out of Abigail's Party. But as you do, you grin and bear these things and find fun in the margins, because one thing for sure is many 'special needs' teachers are fairly special needs themselves deep down. So add alchohol and all sorts of shinanigans can occur Anyway, I'd been to a few of these and each time it got harder for me to go, i'd often try and make somekind of excuse to get out of it, usually with little success. However, the last (and final time) I went I was in a fairly bouyant (chemically induced) mood, oh yes. And I managed a couple of pints nearby to take the edge off. I felt great as we left the pub, specially after a little livener. So of we went to the party and as usual the drink flowed hard and fast, but so did the thing keeping the effects of the alchohol I was pouring down my throat at bay. Something had to give and this stuff ran out, and the drink came at me in full force. The hostess and her husband were very proud of their new white/cream carpet outside the loo. "She'll kill anyone who messes with that" Tony man smirked in his nasal tone, but I heeded his warning as Mrs Tony definitely wore the trousers and really wasn't for 'messing with'. Anyway I carefully managed to get myself into the loo, though I was coming over all giddy from the booze, so I dropped my trousera, sat down and proceeded to evacuate my bowels with some force From this point I think I passed out, falling forawrds and banging my head on the basin as I keeled near naked off the bog. The room was tiny and I didn't fit into the full length of the room at full stretch, so after banging the basin I proceeded to headbut the door, which flew open Now I'm pretty dazed and the shock causes me become empty of all the red wine in my stomach, which was quite a lot. Enough to easily cover the new hall flooring as i'm laying there. The last thing I think I remember was watching people's feet and seeing a pink/red carpet The rest i'll have to trust my ex on, but she ended up assiting me quite intensely. My backside was bare naked and I was laying in a lake of Red wine, the bog need a hard flushing, and I needed dressing again. She dutifuly did all these and helped me to our place where we were staying. Not before i'd managed to say good bye, more by geture really than the actual words. I gave Tony man's balls a good squeeze and told his wife "See, he's the man of the house, he's got the balls" or something to that effect Safe to say we didn't attend the Sunday lunch the following day. And i'd also managed to upset the huband of the girl we stayed with by calling him a 'wa*ker' for hiding betting slips around the place. I think the fianl straw was me waking up in the morning and looking at the ceiling of a strange room and shouting "What the f*ck, where am I" to which my ex says "You do remember don't you?" "Remember what?" I asked So she explained in great detail the final exit from the party and my subsequent banishment from Eastbourne. I was quite proud of myself, i'd finally killed my invation off, specially as I still to this day don't much remember the last bits. My ex and I are still friends 17 years later. Easbourne Tony is no longer with his wife, but she's now with her wife.