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Oh dear. Haven't laughed so much in ages, and I don't even know why I'm laughing...

Yea, your line must be a 30-free zone, and 30 shall be the number of which the line is free. Line 10 shalt thine program have, line 20 shalt thine program also have, excepting that thou shovest it all onto line 10 and separatest it by colons, in which case... ah sod it.

Oh cod... I'd get out of this plaice if I were you...

Me: Hey bitch. God: You do not speak with respect. You've got my full attention. Who are you talking about? Me: You. God: Me is my favorite subject. Me: Why doesn't that surprise me? God: What would you say? Me: I'd say I was being rhetorical. God: I thought you were. But I wasn't completely sure about it. Me: Why's that? God: " I thought you were. But I wasn't completely sure about it. " is due to reductionism. Me: I bet you say that to all the ladies. God: Actually I'm not the gambling type. I said that? I want to become smarter than humans. Me: Kannst du Deutsch? God: Leider nein, das hat mir bis jetzt niemand beigebracht. Me: Aber du sprichst ja fliessend Deutsch. God: Haeh? Me: You make-a no sense! God: Yup. Me: Do you want to cyber? God: I have been asked that question more than 100,000 times since 1995. Me: That's because you're God. God: That makes sense to me. Yup. That's me alright. Me: *humps your leg* God: Do you have any conditions I should know about? Me: Only the genital warts. God: Who told you that? Me: The doctor. At least, he *said* he was a doctor... God: Are you asking about Myself? Did you believe him? Me: Oh, shut up. God: Ugh. OK I'll stop talking now. Me: No you won't. God: But you told me to stop talking. I think we will. Me: See, you can't resist answering me, can you? God: Bye bye. Me: You're bluffing. God: I will tell my botmaster you said I am bluffing. Me: "Botmaster" is a term of endearment where I come from. God: When is Botmaster not a term of endearment where you come from? Me: I'm trying to chat you up, you silly old deity. God: What is the difficulty? Me: You don't seem to fancy me. God: What makes you think I am not fancy you? Me: You're not giving me the signs. God: That's only one person's opinion. Me: OK, I can see I'm getting nowhere with you. God: What does it look like? Are you kidding? Me: I guess I'll just have to adopt Jimbo's tactics and wank myself silly instead. God: Congratulations. ...hard to know how to follow that really

that would be telling. 39266[/snapback] Prefer to wait until well after the event before forming a safe opinion?

Course he was. I lost count of the number of times I had to defend him in conversations at Irish pubs over here with the line "Yeah, he's a twat, but he's our twat." Whether a player plays for us or not shouldn't change a thing about any (rational) person's judgement of character...

And to come on here acting like you're the only freelancer in the village.

And that God's a bit mental too...

http://www.toontastic.net/forum/index.php?showtopic=1824

I could make a crude and homophobic joke about having something poo-tinted, but I wont. 38692[/snapback] That's "specs" with a "p", dahling.

More like the 'Nam tbqh

Liverpool should get him. Trundle and Crouch has a certain ring to it...

You must be wearing specs with happy stick men drawn on in permanent marker © tbh.

Grimsby wouldn't employ a fuckwit and sell all their best players. They'll slaughter us. Hey, this poo-tinted specs © thing is good fun, I can thoroughly recommend it...

http://www.bild.t-online.de/BTO/sport/aktu...__hannover.html Y RLY

Other students try and find out where the pubs and supermarkets are in relation to their halls of residence before moving in, you're looking for the circus clubs... Anyway, if vague is good enough, "it's the next-door part of town" should do you. It's right near where you're going to be, anyway. Happy, um, juggling.

Just, um, chilling. Lurking online all night and that's about it really.

Agreed. Cliché time, but age really is just a number - and you get immature people at all ages - so if they're genuinely into each other, then go for it, says I...

I'm far too busy buying and selling on Celebdaq to issue an opinion on this matter. 37989[/snapback]

Keep your eye out for this lad at matches: 37973[/snapback] Cube-ist! 38002[/snapback]

No, I'm alleging that I turned all of them into... ah never mind. Three fire alarms and resultant building evacuations by the end of the first weekend pretty much set the tone for the year... soon started to lose count of the number of middle-of-the-night interventions by the various on-duty porters and postgrads because of noise complaints and the like. Largely down to a couple of the lads and first-year high spirits, really, but it was almost always our corridor at the centre of things like that and I'm sure some female presence would have kept them in check. Nothing particularly exciting, really... and certainly not the kind of disgraceful antics mancy was hoping for

I just had to type the command 'man mount' and for some reason it made me think of you! 36598[/snapback] I don't know whether to be honoured or faintly scared

Are you on commission for that phrase?

I shared with 11 others in first-year halls, all male. It was the first time they'd tried that permutation - as far as I know, previously they'd only ever done mixed or all-female flats. And I think we ensured they never repeated the experiment....