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Discussion in 'The Pub' started by Ktulu, Sep 18, 2007.
Obviously you'd make some sort of awesome flying fox durrrrrrrrrrr
jeez ktulu, you need to build a bridge and get over it!
When I were a lad we used to have to get out of the lake at six o'clock in morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of gravel, work twenty hour day at mill for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would thrash us to sleep with a broken bottle,........ if we were lucky!
Luxury ! Ohh what i'd give to eat a handfull of gravel !
When I was a wee lad, I had to get up half an hr before I went to bed, walk ten miles in bare feet to watch the other kids go to school, eat a thimble full of sand, drain the lake with a bucket then scrub it clean, refill the lake and if I was lucky, I'd get home in time for dad to kick me in the teeth before sending me back to bed.
Now I know why you are so soft, VTRbob. Your parents wrapped you up in cotton wool.
This thread just gets better and better!
That's nothing; when I was a lad I had to walk ten miles to school, carrying a horse .
A growing boy like you, Paul, always needs a healthy lunch. Your mum obviously really cared.
A METAL caribener! Really that is so soft. We used to use bare hands to hang onto the rope over the sulphar pit whilst being chased by vengeful sabre tooth tigers, and you tell the kids today and they just don't believe you.
What is this generation coming to? Next they will allwant hand warmers on their bikes. :roll: :roll: :roll:
Greatest headline EVAR!
vtr bob wrote
hornet 600 wrote
the nerve! dont talk about your girlfriend like that paul! [yeah, cookeetree was funnier i know]
but im sadder!
this morning i woke from a very deep sleep in # 10 pain [thats the same as when you hold your breath in the pool to the point where your arms and legs have to jive] the pain comes in from the outside and arrows you, you jolt [by that i mean throw yourself to the other side of the bed] and it arrows you. the only way to shake it is to jolt [great for loosing wieght!]. so its 'jolt' 234 jolt 234 jolt 234
it took me half an hour of that to become fully awake
my sleep was sooooo deep i had to go thru this process
1, whats happening?
2, hm, somethings wrong, oh well.
3, oh, yeah, that's right, i got hit by a car
5, whats happening?
6, PING PING PING PING PING PING
7, PAIN PILLS! PAIN PILLS!
im such a goose!
Stump, can you clean the lake this morning. I ate too much gravel yesterday, and I feel crook today
You ATE yesterday?! Rich bastard... :wink:
No No No maaate. I was force fed the gravel. They made me lie on my back, under a tip truck, and dumped the load on my face. Don't any of you perverts make porno movie jokes about it either.
Oh, the LUXURY! That's like being hand-fed grapes by a nubile young topless woman compared to my feeding regime!
Every five days, my hands and feet are nailed to a wooden board. Then, a mountain gorilla sh*ts in its hand and throws it at my face. What doesn't land in my mouth goes to WASTE!
I really think cookeetree is getting the hang of this place
You had a rope? Rope?
When I went to work in the salt mine they couldn't afford rope, they had a rust piece of barbed wire that we had to crawl accross on our balls.
Pfffffft, we had to do that with four other worker hanging from our legs and arms!! We'd run a daily lottery to see who's turn it was to be the "pulley". And, if you were African, you'd have to take FIVE workers across! :wink: