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Oh aye, but I think the point is that at 4am it's reduced from a snowballs chance in hell to a cat's chance in a canal - slightly better odds although not a guarantee.

A work message board where you discuss Walkers Crisp competitions? Jesus, they actually encourage you lot not to work, don't they? 37822[/snapback] Oh aye, it's the same software from the old toontastic as well. I don't post on it very much as I'm sure the bosses will look on it and think 'how the hell has he had time to make 4,000 posts?' There's even a comedy clique on there.

I hope he can swim.

37759[/snapback] They arrested someone at the start of the Great North Run as he was hiding in the bushes videoing lasses taking pisses before the race. Hmmm...Alex...Newcastle....hmmmm.....

I had the idea at work to wake up at 3am to text off. On our work message board they were discussing this and people reckon they have friends/relatives who do night shift who've won by texting at 3/4am. When they rang to claim the prize Walkers were saying you don't stand much of a chance till after 1:30am, when it dies down a lot. I'm ashamed to say that my Mrs woke me up going to the bog at 4:30am the other night and I sent a text in....and lost. Bastids.

Oh yeah, that sounds like my kind of evening out like! Be sure to take your waterproofs y'all - they'll save you! 37790[/snapback] Oh aye, great fun, until half a PA system comes flying towards your head.

Mystery solved! My son! Apparently he sent off for it using my name. (wonder how much porn he's getting that way ? ) 37806[/snapback] I'd check the old credit card if I was you Mr Hips.

To be fair, the dropping of guns and running away would probably have helped him...

Rob, just how old are you? Are you like one of those people from "Highlander"? 37487[/snapback]

Aye, it was canny, bit far from the beach like.

When the tactic is to defend and contain then Faye is effective. When the tactic is to attack he looks lost, but then again that isn't his job.

Jesus Wept! And I mean that!

Another lass I work with (we're all a bunch of unlucky bastids in here) was in the hotel next to the one that blew up in Egypt. The windows of her hotel room were blown out but thankfully she wasn't hurt. It was only 4 days into a 2 week holiday but she decided not to come home as she was on a diving holiday. Looks like the lass here has had better luck and they're going to put her on a flight on Sunday instead of tomorrow so she'll only lose 2 days. Not sure where exactly she's going like.

Social services took him off me. Currently living with an Iranian family in Benwell under the day Farazman.

You never run to us anymore with those raised sweaty pits. And there's no arm raised like before with clenched fingertips. You're trying hard not to show it, (Shearer). But Shearer, Shearer we know it... You've lost that scoring feelin, Whoa, that scoring feelin, You've lost that scoriiiiiing feelin, Now it's gone...gone...gone...oooooooh shit. Now there's a welcome look in your eyes when the sub board comes up. And now you're starting to think that this season was one too much. It makes you look worse than Shola (Bambi!). 'Cause Shearer, something in you is dying. You lost that scoring feeling, Whoa, that scoring feeling, You've lost that scoriiiiing feeling, Now it's gone...gone...gone...oooooooh shit. Shearer, Shearer, we’d jump up and down celebrating like arseholes for you. If you would score like you used to do, yeah. We had wingers...wingers...wingers who could play. And you...you...you...used to know how to put it away. Sheaer (baldy!), Shearer (baldy!), I beg of you please...please, We need your goals (We need your goals), We need your goals (We need your goals), So bring it on back (So bring it on back), Bring it on back (so bring it on back). Bring back that scoring feeling, Whoa, that scoring feeling Bring back that scoring feeling, 'Cause it's gone...gone...gone, and you can't go on, noooo... Bring back that scoring feeling, Whoa, that scoring feeling Bring back that scoring feeling, 'Cause it's gone...gone...and we’re fucked.

Vic Reeves was in a punk band in the late 70's when he was a student in London, they were so bad that they had to keep changing their name every week just so they could get a gig. As a result they had to think up several names which just became more ludicrous 'Winnie Mandela's Hairy Girraffe' and such like. I made that up by the way cos I can't remember the actual names.

This is the one I really like: Captain Stabbin

You know those crappy e-mails you get from Nigeria.. like this: Well, I found a website called 419eater which was set up by a british bloke to play the scammers at their own game, stringing them along and taking the piss out of them. Check out the website, there's some really good stuff on there. The Letters Archive has some great stuff on it, even if they do take a while to read, stick with it. There's a cracking one I read ages ago about a a bloke pretending to be an old sea dog and sailing his ship towards Ghana to meet the scammer. Check it out: Scambaiting

Thong Throng

Another she-male band - Male-Adjusted.

Too obvious. Chicks with Dicks is quite catchy though, two girls who perform in a group with two blokes called Richard...I could make a fortune.

Don't worry, it's a northern thing... Joke btw!

That's exactly it! You've inspired a couple: Hotmale First Class Male Cracking. 37234[/snapback] E-Male Male Men Three-Male (could get a bit confusing that one)