GeordieMessiah

liar If you do as well as I did on that test, you may win some cream for your sore behind. it's better now thanks for the concern Well remember in future Radgi, prevention is better than cure! thanks but it was not grapes t'was diahorrea Ermm...Radgi...that was a picture of a tube of KY Jelly I posted up. That wouldn't be much use for a case of Farmer Giles.

liar If you do as well as I did on that test, you may win some cream for your sore behind. it's better now thanks for the concern Well remember in future Radgi, prevention is better than cure!

liar If you do as well as I did on that test, you may win some cream for your sore behind.

I enjoyed that immensely. I've just won a brand spanking new iPod!

Shawnee? What sort of name is that?!! Chavtastic, tbh. Well I was going to call her "Stiffy" before people (on here as well) objected. So Shawnee it was. Not a chavvy name at all. Well, when the cats dies, get it stuffed at the taxidermists...then you can rename it "Stiffy".

How old is that one?

Shawnee? What sort of name is that?!! Chavtastic, tbh.

Most of them go off one mile above the ground. I can't see the blast wiping out Whitley Bay if goes off ove the toon. People one mile away from the epicentre of Hiroshima survived. Aye, but... I think modern ICBMs are a good deal more powerful than the H-Bombs dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, like.

Lucky - being stuffed? Which sort of leads me to my other thought just now...I can just picture Cath walking into the taxidermists shop, proudly announcing: "Here you, I want my pussy stuffed now!" Er...I'll get me coat. I've already flung it out of the door for you My coat? Or your pussy?

Can't you just go out for a fag break? Or go home early? I give up the tabs every monday. Been harrasing the boss about going home. Not having it like. Ah well. Nothing else for it. Off you go to the toilet...and escape out the fire exit when the boss's back is turned.

Lucky - being stuffed? Which sort of leads me to my other thought just now...I can just picture Cath walking into the taxidermists shop, proudly announcing: "Here you, I want my pussy stuffed now!" Er...I'll get me coat.

Can't you just go out for a fag break? Or go home early?

Rough area?

Don't be so hard on yourself, Ewok Boy. Could only be a matter of nanoseconds difference.

Cheery stuff. However, I don't think a nuclear warhead is the right way to tackle your mouse problem.

Yes burn the house down. That's an astonishingly good idea. Well done Goujon!

so you're not going to have them mummifed and placed in your coffin at your feet? Now that would just be cruel! Which roughly translated means Cath's thinking "Hmmmm....good idea!!!"

I'd hit my boss right in her face. Hard. With an anvil.

Poor old you, Stevie. That's been absolutely fucking months now that you've been living with the horror of a mouse infestation. Trouble is, you can try and rid them via mousetraps, sonic booms etc, but they'll keep coming back so long as there's a good enough reason for them to do so, i.e. food, warmth and plenty of muck. I think you should just move, mate. The rodents have this contest won hands down.

Wha?!!! It was the CIS Cup Final yesterday? How the fuck did I miss that? Fucking well working on a Sunday is how.

It is in my household. Call my lass that all the time.

Buy yourself a Pringle jumper. That should sort it out.

I've got terrible flatulence...so bad that I can't bear to be in the same room as my arse. Catmag - your advice would be appreciated.