What kind of a username is Steve41oo anyway?
At least mine (smorgs) has a certain mystique about it, don't you think?
Listen...
'smooooooorgs'
Sounds like a woman who lies on a chaise lounge all day, in a satin dressing gown, wearing fish-net tights, blonde hair piled high, smoking spliffs through a long ebony holder.
Bit like meself.
If you replace the chaise with a two-seater, Ikea settee. The satin dressing gown for trackies and a cleaners fag!
We call them 'cleaners', because there long and you can mop a whole kitchen with one hanging out yer gob and there's still a bit left at the end for when you lean on your mop, have a few drags and flick out the back door .
Now there's feminism in action.
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vinsan wrote:smorgs wrote:Muckty is a friend of mine and a fine bloke.
hey is this Muckty guy Indian, I mean East Indian [for the sake of americans
] ?
Why, yes...
He could be...
Well half anyway...
He IS of dubious parentage...
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Good job I'm wearing me Tena!
I nearly pissed on me chaise laughing at that one!
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To quote your OWN link, Muckty...
Quote:A good humoured admonition, a term of endearment
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I bid you goodnight...
I'm going to watch telly.
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Nearly the magic 5000!
What if I get to it and don't become veteran?
I'll be upset.
I might retire...
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vinsan wrote:smorgs wrote:Muckty is a friend of mine and a fine bloke.
hey is this Muckty guy Indian, I mean East Indian [for the sake of americans
] ?
Are you having a laugh? I said is he 'aving a laff?
vinsan wrote:smorgs wrote:Muckty is a friend of mine and a fine bloke.
hey is this Muckty guy Indian, I mean East Indian [for the sake of americans
] ?
I am a citizen of the world, like these folks here
Who are they Steve? I'm guessing that the good looking one is Clary. I daren't risk guessing the other.
smorgsie-
Don't you know that little lads, bonny lads, who hate being hugged by any of the various forms of ladies of a certain age drive those very same ladies mad with the desire to hug them. They get two kicks. One is the hugging which they like anyway and the other is making the little lad have it when they know, from his reputation, he hates it. He ends up with a lot of close quarters contact with chubby feminine flesh and lacy things and perfumes and such like and it grows on him as he matures. When he does mature they pack it in usually and leave him with a residual penchant, shall we say, for the mature woman. The young lady models of the present day catwalk leave him blankly staring at them and wondering how anybody in his right mind could fancy any single bloody one.
This "penchant" is very easily taken advantage of by ladies in the 35 to 55 age range, allowing for some overlap which varies accordingly if other factors come into play, which is why I keep out of the way of them and, if unable to avoid them, offer them little or no encouragement again depending on those selfsame other factors.
I allow myself to think about them from time to time worrying about what they might do to me if they got the chance.
After which a bath and, as if on cue, whilst during drying off Dawn French is on with a sketch about Planet Elephant.
I see that as a sign that I made the right choice. Or had it forced on me is better and by a generation of ladies who thought it their duty to prepare the young lads to allow the ladies of the next generation to "express themselves" more freely than they had been permitted to do. A cultural legacy so to speak.
And, lo and behold, a lady vicar. Probably inevitable with economic growth providing more chubby feminine flesh, lacy things and perfumes.
Mathos is striking a path backwards. He's going to where they are all skin and bones, segs and callouses and with an all pervading odour of not too distant latrines which we showed them how to dig. He heap big Hero- me no good. Me heap big softy. Me like heap big chubbies, glowing pink, in lacy frillies and exuding a fragrance akin to a walled rose garden of a summer's evening when not a leaf is moving.
Imagine a tin of condensed milk causing rumours to sweep through the village. We won't have them if they have a small dent in them.
Gee- that's a great image of the distance he is going to travel. Maybe he's right and we need men like Mathos to show us the way back to sanity.
Seems indecent somehow to break Spendy's reverie of pink chubby rose gardens and fragrant lacy things.
Altgough I suspect the nearest he comes to that is in his Mills & Boon collection of romantic novellettes which his nurse has thoughtfully and kindly sprayed for him with the air freshener.
This is a serious congeries of social phenomena Mac I'll have you know.
This is why the Rugby team got platted and the sperm count is going down.
We men can hit back with the sperm count. To the extent that we men wouldn't wish the next generation of lads to be left with a legacy of ladies "expressing themselves" freely we lower our sexually effectiveness and keep our powder dry.
It's almost Darwinian. If one was to assume it to be an unconscious process it would be Darwinian. I think it is intelligently designed. The only strategy I can suggest is to stop watching telly and buying a newspaper. By telly I mean anything you see on your screen where video has been cut and pasted. Live sport is okay. It is 3 secs behind I'm told but that's due to technical stuff I have been assured. Australian aerobics is not to be trusted at all.
I once used a video camera and made a short film of me doing a 147 break and a 9 dart finish.
Boy -did I look good.
That's why the snooker authorities are always tut-tutting at mobile phones ringing when a scientist rings up a mate to check if it's all on the level.
They claim it disturbs the player's concentration obviously not have seen Mike Atherton in that stadium in Pakistan when 100,000 home supporters roared Wasim all the way up his run up. I think it was Wasim.
That was "real live". There were thousands of moths as well attracted to the lights. Monty freaks out if there's a fly near the flag. It puts him off. And he hasn't got any fast moving balls to deal with, legal or otherwise.
Went to a Prince party last night. Prince-inspired cocktails, Prince tunes from the Prince DJ, Prince fans.....I was in heaven. Not danced that much for aaaaages. There were so many lovely people there too some of whom had travelled up from London just for the night.
Hello friends vinsan from darlington.
Well its actually been 9 months here in UK
