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Post by rodge on Jul 6, 2008 19:51:32 GMT
She wanted embroidered on pants and her bra
a message that told him that he'd gone too far.
A motif that told him
"If you can read this, You're much too close, so give it a miss."
"Certainly Modom," the saleslady said.
"In what kind of script would you like it read?
Copperplate? San Serif? Bold wouldn't fail."
She thought for a moment and then she said… "Braille."
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Post by Cliodhna Crowley on Jul 6, 2008 19:54:42 GMT
 fecking class Rodge |
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Post by rodge on Jul 6, 2008 19:56:45 GMT
fecking class Rodge give me some karma then you tight woman  |
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Post by Cliodhna Crowley on Jul 6, 2008 19:57:31 GMT
Better?  |
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Post by rodge on Jul 6, 2008 20:02:23 GMT
Better? Well what about one of them Pog thingys that our Podge gets off you  |
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Post by podge on Jul 7, 2008 7:55:22 GMT
Better? Well what about one of them Pog thingys that our Podge gets off you Watch your step bro, she only has pogs for me |
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Post by podge on Jul 7, 2008 7:56:13 GMT
A poem about Paddy  Now I'm old and feeble, And my pilot light is out, What used to be my sex appeal Is now my water spout. 'Twas a time, when of it's own accord From my trousers it would spring, But now I have a part time job To find the blasted thing. I used to be embarrased To make that thing behave, For every single morning It would stand and watch me shave. But as old age approaches It sure gives me the blues, To see it hang it's withered head And watch me tie my shoes. |
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Post by Cliodhna Crowley on Jul 7, 2008 8:15:19 GMT
A poem about Paddy Now I'm old and feeble, And my pilot light is out, What used to be my sex appeal Is now my water spout. 'Twas a time, when of it's own accord From my trousers it would spring, But now I have a part time job To find the blasted thing. I used to be embarrased To make that thing behave, For every single morning It would stand and watch me shave. But as old age approaches It sure gives me the blues, To see it hang it's withered head And watch me tie my shoes. |
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Post by daveb on Jul 7, 2008 11:48:33 GMT
A Poem For Those Over 30
A computer was something on TV
From a science fiction show of note
A window was something you hated to clean
And ram was the cousin of a goat.
Meg was the name of my girlfriend
And gig was a job for the nights
Now they all mean different things
And that really mega bites.
An application was for employment
A program was a TV show
A curser used profanity
A keyboard was a piano.
Memory was something that you lost with age
A CD was a bank account
And if you had a 3 inch floppy
You hoped nobody found out.
Compress was something you did to the garbage
Not something you did to a file.
And if you unzipped anything in public
You'd be in jail for awhile.
Log on was adding wood to the fire
Hard drive was a long trip on the road
A mouse pad was where a mouse lived
And a back up happened to your commode.
Cut you did with a pocket knife.
Paste you did with glue
A web was a spider's home
And a virus was the flu.
I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper
And the memory in my head
I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash
But when it happens, they'll wish they were dead.
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Post by Cliodhna Crowley on Jul 7, 2008 12:13:52 GMT
A Poem For Those Over 30 A computer was something on TV From a science fiction show of note A window was something you hated to clean And ram was the cousin of a goat. Meg was the name of my girlfriend And gig was a job for the nights Now they all mean different things And that really mega bites. An application was for employment A program was a TV show A curser used profanity A keyboard was a piano. Memory was something that you lost with age A CD was a bank account And if you had a 3 inch floppy You hoped nobody found out. Compress was something you did to the garbage Not something you did to a file. And if you unzipped anything in public You'd be in jail for awhile. Log on was adding wood to the fire Hard drive was a long trip on the road A mouse pad was where a mouse lived And a back up happened to your commode. Cut you did with a pocket knife. Paste you did with glue A web was a spider's home And a virus was the flu. I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper And the memory in my head I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash But when it happens, they'll wish they were dead.  |
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Post by Cliodhna Crowley on Jul 7, 2008 12:18:13 GMT
Gorgonzola
Cambazola
Happy snappers
Sandwich wrappers
Parmesan
Vacherin
Week old socks
Unwashed cocks
All these
Say cheese
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Post by daveb on Jul 7, 2008 14:33:23 GMT
Gorgonzola Cambazola Happy snappers Sandwich wrappers Parmesan Vacherin Week old socks Unwashed cocks All these Say cheese  |
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Post by Cliodhna Crowley on Jul 7, 2008 20:18:30 GMT
Gorgonzola Cambazola Happy snappers Sandwich wrappers Parmesan Vacherin Week old socks Unwashed cocks All these Say cheese What its a poem isn't it?  |
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Post by daveb on Jul 7, 2008 20:52:12 GMT
What its a poem isn't it? Yes miss admin but I say the use of the word unwashed left me shocked |
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Post by Cliodhna Crowley on Jul 7, 2008 21:39:31 GMT
What its a poem isn't it? Yes miss admin but I say the use of the word unwashed left me shocked Please sir let me apologise it was never my intention for you to feel a little bit cocked....i mean shocked |
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Post by Chocolate Chops on Jul 7, 2008 22:00:46 GMT
I was sitting at home sad and blue
Didn't have a clue what to do
The Quo MB was out of bounds
I'd had enough of those nasty blood hounds
"Fear not oh chocolatey one" St Paddy did cry
I know of another MB for you to try
So over I came to Cli's lovely place
Of evening I sit with a smile on my face
You all are slighty bonkers but harmless too
In fact I'm becoming quite fond of this Board and all of you too
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Post by Cliodhna Crowley on Jul 8, 2008 6:09:12 GMT
I was sitting at home sad and blue Didn't have a clue what to do The Quo MB was out of bounds I'd had enough of those nasty blood hounds "Fear not oh chocolatey one" St Paddy did cry I know of another MB for you to try So over I came to Cli's lovely place Of evening I sit with a smile on my face You all are slighty bonkers but harmless too In fact I'm becoming quite fond of this Board and all of you too Cannot believe that Mike posted about this on the dark place |
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Post by daveb on Jul 8, 2008 7:51:15 GMT
I was sitting at home sad and blue Didn't have a clue what to do The Quo MB was out of bounds I'd had enough of those nasty blood hounds "Fear not oh chocolatey one" St Paddy did cry I know of another MB for you to try So over I came to Cli's lovely place Of evening I sit with a smile on my face You all are slighty bonkers but harmless too In fact I'm becoming quite fond of this Board and all of you too An original have some karma |
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Post by Cliodhna Crowley on Jul 8, 2008 8:56:04 GMT
I was sitting at home sad and blue Didn't have a clue what to do The Quo MB was out of bounds I'd had enough of those nasty blood hounds "Fear not oh chocolatey one" St Paddy did cry I know of another MB for you to try So over I came to Cli's lovely place Of evening I sit with a smile on my face You all are slighty bonkers but harmless too In fact I'm becoming quite fond of this Board and all of you too An original have some karma Yes it would make quite a touching hallmark card ;D |
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Post by Chocolate Chops on Jul 8, 2008 22:09:14 GMT
An original have some karma Yes it would make quite a touching hallmark card ;D I make cards, I'll see what I can do! |
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Post by Cliodhna Crowley on Jul 9, 2008 11:17:00 GMT
Yes it would make quite a touching hallmark card ;D I make cards, I'll see what I can do! Now i bet some people would get a shock if they landed on their mat |
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Post by podge on Jul 9, 2008 15:40:36 GMT
When I was a little boy
Snuggled safe in bed
They said I should play with my soldiers
If I wanted to get ahead
I looked down at my soldiers
Generals and Majors and said
Sod the higher orders
(And I played with my privates instead!)
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Post by Cliodhna Crowley on Jul 9, 2008 23:19:12 GMT
When I was a little boy Snuggled safe in bed They said I should play with my soldiers If I wanted to get ahead I looked down at my soldiers Generals and Majors and said Sod the higher orders (And I played with my privates instead!) now that doesn't surprise me |
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Post by Chocolate Chops on Jul 10, 2008 7:17:17 GMT
When I was a little boy Snuggled safe in bed They said I should play with my soldiers If I wanted to get ahead I looked down at my soldiers Generals and Majors and said Sod the higher orders (And I played with my privates instead!) Brilliant! |
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Post by rodge on Jul 11, 2008 12:19:41 GMT
Young Mary had a penny and the little girl was itchin'
To tell her mum where it was from, she ran into the kitchen.
"Oh Mummy Mummy!" Mary cried "I've earned myself some money."
Her mother took time from her chores and said "Where's that from Honey?"
Said Mary, "Well some boys from school, there wasn't very many,
They asked me to climb up a tree, then paid me this here penny"
"Oh Mary!" cried her mother, "Those boys are just dirty t,r,i,c,k,ers,
They paid you to climb up the tree to see your frilly knickers"
Young Mary was quite taken back, she hadn't seen their schemin'
Her lip popped out and down her nose the tears they started streamin'.
But next day, as oft' children will, she went to do her schoolin'
She reckoned she would teach them boys who were upon her foolin'
She ran home from school at days end, from ear to ear was smilin',
Another penny in her hand, her mother's nerves were trialin',
"I've earned another penny Mum", cried little darling Mary,
But the words her mother used you won't find in your dictionary.
"Young Mary!" screamed her mother (I'll leave out her nasty swearin')
"They paid you to climb up the tree to see the pants you're wearin'"
"But Mummy" said young Mary "I quite shrewdly earned my penny,
You see I t,r,i,c,k,e,d 'em this time Mum..... I wasn't wearin' any"
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sylvestre
New Member
twat
Coming to a train track near you...
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Post by sylvestre on Jul 13, 2008 3:01:16 GMT
Hey diddle diddle
The cat and the fiddle
The cow jumped over the moon
But burnt up on re-entry...
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cc2
New Member
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Post by cc2 on Jul 16, 2008 9:26:35 GMT
hey diddle diddle
the cat had a piddle
all over the kitchen mat
the little dog laughed so hard to see such fun
that he piddled all over the cat
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Post by Chocolate Chops on Jul 20, 2008 14:27:51 GMT
Before I lay down to sleep
I pray for a man who is not a creep
One who is handsome, smart and strong
A man whose willy is thick and long!
Oh send me a man that's thoughtful and kind
Who'll play with my body and not my mind
But as I kneel and pray by my bed
I look at the pillac you sent me instead!
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Post by Cliodhna Crowley on Jul 20, 2008 16:00:11 GMT
Before I lay down to sleep I pray for a man who is not a creep One who is handsome, smart and strong A man whose willy is thick and long! Oh send me a man that's thoughtful and kind Who'll play with my body and not my mind But as I kneel and pray by my bed I look at the pillac you sent me instead! reading my mind again? |
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Post by daveb on Jul 20, 2008 17:25:33 GMT
Before I lay down to sleep I pray for a man who is not a creep One who is handsome, smart and strong A man whose willy is thick and long! Oh send me a man that's thoughtful and kind Who'll play with my body and not my mind But as I kneel and pray by my bed I look at the pillac you sent me instead! Brill have some karma |
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fecking class Rodge 
