Free For All Posted June 25, 2012 Report Posted June 25, 2012 That's so crazy it just might work! The Acme Company® - too big to fail. Quote
JSngry Posted June 26, 2012 Report Posted June 26, 2012 Ladies and gentlemen, meet....Ballapeño! Quote
JSngry Posted June 29, 2012 Report Posted June 29, 2012 Wow, so that's what happened to CC's groin. No wonder he had to go to the DL! Quote
David Ayers Posted July 10, 2012 Report Posted July 10, 2012 How about an in-active un-content button? It's all focus focus focus. Quote
David Ayers Posted July 13, 2012 Report Posted July 13, 2012 Now I have been made moderator-in-chief, I've decided to merge all threads into this one to make searching easier. Quote
Pete C Posted July 13, 2012 Report Posted July 13, 2012 Top track from the album "The Anthropologists Sing the Sly Stone Songbook": "Don't Call Me Negro, Caucasian." Quote
Mike Schwartz Posted July 13, 2012 Report Posted July 13, 2012 Top track from the album "The Anthropologists Sing the Sly Stone Songbook": "Don't Call Me Negro, Caucasian." Quote
Blue Train Posted July 13, 2012 Report Posted July 13, 2012 The Exciting World of South Korean Protests http://www.who-sucks.com/people/the-exciting-world-of-south-korean-protests Quote
Spontooneous Posted July 18, 2012 Report Posted July 18, 2012 (edited) Kim Kierkegaardashian Edited July 18, 2012 by Spontooneous Quote
aparxa Posted July 18, 2012 Report Posted July 18, 2012 (edited) Et Dieu... récréa l'homme Edited July 30, 2012 by aparxa Quote
JSngry Posted July 19, 2012 Report Posted July 19, 2012 How much does it take to be a little when nothing is such a lot? Quote
BERIGAN Posted July 19, 2012 Report Posted July 19, 2012 (edited) Dutch news give Angela Merkel 'Hitler mustache' Hitler mustache?? Well, perhaps during WW1. maybe... Edited July 19, 2012 by BERIGAN Quote
The Magnificent Goldberg Posted July 20, 2012 Report Posted July 20, 2012 The streets of Cardiff were all dug up, as part of the Government scheme for congesting traffic, and a motor cycle race had been organised, in which Duke Ellington was competing. Duke passed us on the High Street, outside Howells Department Store. He was in his early thirties and looked very debonair, riding a bike with a kneehole desk where the handlebars should have been, his aquamarine-lined cape streaming out behind him, his black top hat perched rakishly on his head, a glass of red wine on the desk. He smiled and waved to the people as he passed, taking occasional sips of his wine. Past Howells, the High Street was completely chocked, so Duke turned left. We followed, everyone on the bus saying, “Did you see him? Did you see him? Wasn’t he suave? Isn’t he handsome?” At the other end of Howells, there was a huge hole, looking to be about thirty feet deep, taking up almost the whole of the road and Hayes Island Snack Bar, with just a narrow gap beside Waterstone’s bookshop, through which Duke slipped, turning right down The Hayes, still waving and smiling and sipping his wine. The gap was too narrow for the bus, however, which stopped. All the traffic that had followed us, thinking that the driver knew what he was doing, stopped behind us, so he couldn’t back out. A ticket inspector boarded and started to give the driver a bollocking. “I didn’t think they’d put a hole this size by here,” the driver protested. “It’s blocking the main entrance to Howells. I’m taking this farther, you see if I don’t. I won’t let this go. I know a driver in Bristol who’s very familiar with this type of event…” I woke up and found I’d overslept forty minutes. Well, you can’t blame me, can you? MG Quote
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