GeordieMessiah

Subtle hints. And you say it's your birthday soon...

Now, now...no need to get so crabby.

What's the porpoise of this?

Anyway remember DENIM?

Paul Smith Extreme Ralph Lauren Sport Joop/Rococo Body Shop stuff for weekdays mostly.

Was this a joke or a personal anecdote, Mr S?

Aye. That sounds about right for Gemmill.

How about you just abstain from "canteen time", you fat bastard?

All hope.

One less of them lot in the world as for as Gemmill's concerned. ...said the Hartlepool branch of the BNP.

The latter. You need a lads holiday. That is what is needed.

So Smogger - feeling any brighter yet, or still at the slitting your wrists phase?

I'm no t[piss4ed but i can pretnd t nbe juts bty giggkles

First sign of a good night. And after several hours, we're back to the Declan Donnelly lookalike bukkake thread.

1. I've just stolen this thread idea and used it on N-O 2. I'm fully expecting to incur the wrath of Toontastic for this crime. 3. I'm hoping that the Toontastic gods will have mercy upon my poor soul 4. I need another cuppa 5. I need my bed

Handel - Zadok the Priest EDIT: Possibly known to many of you as the Champions League theme tune...

Eric Clapton - Let It Grow

please report for re-education Monday morning You so ARE Invicta Toon, btw

Nothing annoys me more than when there's clearly roadworks ahead and traffic is filtering into a single lane, but you still get cheeky fucking bastards zipping up the "empty" lane alongside you, and then they have the audacity to expect to be let in. I pretend just not to notice them and maintain a 2 inch gap between myself and the car in front. That'll teach the fuckers...

Worse than being stuck behind a learner driver when you're running late for a meeting.

Half past 3, eh... tick tock tick tock tick tock...

I hope you get showered, you scruffy bint! Although knowing you, you probably just spray some Lynx on and have a polo. Don't you mean spray some Impulse on and have a polo?

You pair of heartless bastards. Mind, it could be a good thing this - copious shitting and vomitting could see me lose a few stones, which would be most welcome!

If you're sick on a weekend, your employer owes you those days back. That's one of the rules I live by. Worse still - I was meant to be on annual leave Mon/Tues - had planned a nice break for me and my lass, which I had to cancel cause I was ill then too...

Colleagues poisoning you I reckon. Why would they want to do that? I'm universally loved in that office.