Gemmill

Never done it, but they're supposed to be pretty hard going with their targets and what-have-you. Although saying that I do wonder whether they aren't just difficult for some of the simpletons I've spoken to. Presumably someone with intelligence (yes, I'm crediting you with some) struggles more with the tedium than the targets? Who with?

What happened to your chicken salad wraps, porker?

What happens like?

I preferred Ginola to Robert personally. I think I was younger when Ginola was around though, and had more of a romantic outlook on football than I had by the time Robert started getting on my tits with his non-performances. I don't remember Ginola's non-performances being as bad, but I might be guilty of rose-tinted spectacles stuff.

Me mam got me brother that for his birthday, whilst getting it signed she got a snog off Ginola. Nice! I just got one of the gyppo copies that was lying around in Waterstones after he'd left. Weeks after, actually. I didn't queue to meet him or owt like that.

It's really not very good tbh.

Are you the hardass that czardases?

I've got a signed copy of his book "From St. Tropez to St. James". I can't even begin to tell you how bad it is.

There's a fucking spoiler warning Aye in ewerk's post. But when you keep coming back to the "Film you recently Watched" thread, you don't expect to read continued discourse on the ending of a film that only came out last weekend. Save that for the "Film you recently ruined" thread.

Zath blatantly minces about the streets of Minnesota in Trekkie gear telling people to go forth and prosper tbh. By the way, I don't wear football shirts.

I don't even know what one is, so the joke's on you, nerd boy!

:lol:

I can't see me being that arsed about the state of my kegs if I suddenly felt on the verge of death. I can just see the coroner going into his dictaphone "The deceased appears to have collapsed on the landing and dragged himself through to the bedroom, finally passing in front of a chest of drawers. It is unclear exactly why he did this, although it seems reasonable to assume that he was trying to change his underwear, which to be perfectly honest is a fucking disgrace." Well, that was just an example. But there are numerous things that I assume one would think if they knew they were about to die; stuff they should have sorted out, things they wanted to say, porn they had to delete off their PC, etc. But then once it's over, then really it's all cool. I mean, not for the people who are still alive who knew you, but personally, things are good. Yeah, you're dead. Things just couldn't be better.

I can't see me being that arsed about the state of my kegs if I suddenly felt on the verge of death. I can just see the coroner going into his dictaphone "The deceased appears to have collapsed on the landing and dragged himself through to the bedroom, finally passing in front of a chest of drawers. It is unclear exactly why he did this, although it seems reasonable to assume that he was trying to change his underwear, which to be perfectly honest is a fucking disgrace."

Oi knobheads! Stop discussing the ending of a film that some of us still want to see!

Well I'm posting on here BEEYATCH! Plus I ain't no ging. And I'm too nails to go to any doctors. So there!

I ain't no ginge, but you are the BeastMaster for Mighty Mites!

GIMP! Did you see that article last week about people with big DVD collections btw?

You cant see dust mites can you? See the post above. These ones gather round your dirty hands like pigs at a trough and have been absorbing all of the bacteria thereon for some time now. These are no ordinary mites. They're Mighty Mites.

Looking on the Internet it appears that the bug I nailed doesnt look like your textbook bed bug. *rubs chin* Probably mutated into super-bugs after feeding off the fecal matter on your hands!

http://www.getridofthings.com/getridofdustmites.htm

Maybe if you washed your hands after you went to the toilet you wouldn't have this problem. And no, I doubt washing your sheets will sort it out - you'll need to wash your duvet, and maybe get the mattress steam-cleaned. You MINGER!

Bunch of pricks. I bet the lad that won the auction is treated like a god at his next Dungeons and Dragons meeting.