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The only reason the transplant thing pisses me off is because he went out and fucked it up again. That could have gone to a much better use than that. To be honest though, changing your liver doesn't cure your brain of the fact you want a drink, does it?

Which one? There's a song called Gunshot to the head which is canny, it's on the Ascendancy album. Currently: Tears for fears - Everybody wants to rule the world.

There's a point in the trailer for it where I actually thought it was Robert, till I saw the film. They look incredibly similar at some points like. Anna Friel is fucking gorgeous.

It's in that link above beeatch. Double Yellow - Extra Super Slow Yellow - Super Slow Green or White - Slow Red - Medium Blue - Fast

A lass at work just read that, and said.. "Ee, he's copying off that Dario G who was on Pop Idol innit?" Dario fucking G? She's not a happy bunny since we corrected her.

Heskey just having a tab break on the post there, is he?

Just doesn't look normal does it? I bet he got the piss ripped out of him at school aswell, now he's earning in a week what most of his piss takers will earn in a year or more.

What a pilchard. You'll get battered for that! They'll be cramming through the door like sardines to turn you into fish food! 39860[/snapback] What a carp post! 39863[/snapback] Aye, best get on me pike.. 39864[/snapback] Okay, but watch the wind doesn't spoil your mullet. 39866[/snapback] I'll be alreet, I've got sole baby!

Wiley! You are 23 years old and have a child! Why do you persist in speaking like a retarded chimp?! It's 'THOUGHT'!!!!!!! 39368[/snapback] Not to be picky but a talking chimp, no matter how he talks, is intelligent.

What a pilchard. You'll get battered for that! They'll be cramming through the door like sardines to turn you into fish food! 39860[/snapback] What a carp post! 39863[/snapback] Aye, best get on me pike..

What a pilchard. You'll get battered for that! They'll be cramming through the door like sardines to turn you into fish food!

Them flying high neither annoys me or affects me. It does nothing to Newcastle United.

Problem solved. Nobel prize to the man with the tache plan.

I got a free nostril hedge removal instrument with me hair clippers like.

Aye, I've had this conversation many times mate. I've personally only ever met one person from the Boro' who isn't a football fan. They were indeed a breath of fresh air (!) compared to the regular football types I meet.

Newcastle v Sunderland is a Derby game. Newcastle v Middlesborough is not a Derby game. Sunderland v Middlesborough is whatever the fuck they want it to be. It doesn't concern me. For 90 minutes yesterday, I wanted the Mackems to win. It's kicked us up into the top half of the table, which will no doubt piss them off. It's got them thier win, which means they wont come to our place winless, which would have been dodgy. Ultimately, if the Mackems winning helps us out, them I'm not going to sit there and wish they were getting wellied. As for the Smogs? They're just another team that I cannot stand. They go hand in hand with Spurs, Wolves and Everton for me. Have no time for any of them. There are various reasons for most of them, but the one that stands out most is that thier fans can be total tossers when they want to be, and they've all got various massive chips on thier shoulders. tbh.

And that God's a bit mental too... 38847[/snapback] I am God.

Me: what do you want to talk about? God: anything. Me: What do you think about all this Gay Preists malarky? God: I have no time for this. Me: That's just blatantly dodging the question. It was your fucking preaching in that book that started it all, on about not having a bird and that! So what's the craic? God: You have reached the limits of my knowledge. I think you already know the answer. Me: So, I guess you're gay then? God: Please leave. Me: No, I have more questions. Was Jesus an accident? God: You will have to ask her. Me: Is she there now so I can ask her, or has she got MSN or owt? God: "owt?" you meant out. Me: No, it means "anything" clever shite. Anyway, is Mary available to talk to or what? God: I no not what you talk about. Me: Thick bastard. One final question, what's your policy on weed up there? God: I have nothing to say to you Me: You're wrecked aren't you? Got the munchies haven't you? Need to raid the sky fridge don't you? God: Please leave. Me: Aye, reet, turrah. What a loon.

Where is our budding journalist these days, anyway? 37298[/snapback] Alive, well, and in Scotland I beleive.

Class. Twice.

Was kind of hoping he'd be bored of it by now TBH.

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Aye, good point. I think I'll carry a flare gun around this year, in case some sort of retaliation is needed.

Yer not wrang like, she was absolutely mint!

Lucky you! I'll be lucky if Iget owt before the end of 2005!