Hamburger Pimp

Many happy returns, Joe.

"Oi loykes ter watch"

How's about the offer of a free pint to anyone off of this forum?

" If I hadn't told him you were active we'd never have got the cottage."

GIDDY UP!!!!!!!!!11!!!!!!

Good to see somebody making an effort for once. Hope it goes well for you.

Are you blind?

Sounds like he's driving you to despair. You must pit a stop to it. I'm afraid there is no magic formula one can put into practice that will make things right. Tell him he has to stop toying with your affections if you are to get your relationship back on track.

It's funny 'cos it's true!

Pigeonholing the joke funnies and returning to the res for a moment, it seems the story has gone global.

You can send a "Private Message" to somebody if you are wary of revealing personal details on a public forum.

Ice-T's early work, the albums "Rhyme Pays" and "Power" can be safely ignored. It is only with "The Iceberg/Freedom of Speech...Just Watch What You Say" that the Iceman truly found his voice. The gun-toting malevolence of "Peel their caps back", the risque humour of "The girl tried to kill me" and the angry political edge of the Jello Biafra collaboration on the title track signalled the arrival of a major new player in the world of hip hop. Ice-T's undisputed masterpiece, however, is 1991's "OG: Original Gangster". An essential part of any rap fan's collection, this lyrical tour de force set the standard for the "Gangsta Rap" genre which was to dominate the hip hop scene throughout the 1990s. Including stone cold classics such as "Bitches2", "Straight up !*!@#", "Body Count", "Midnight", "New Jack Hustler" and "Lifestyles of the rich and infamous", this was Ice's finest hour. You can pick up this urban meisterwerk for about a fiver in record shops today. Make sure that you do. Peace.

Just a cotton pickin' minute, my furry friend. That sounds both mintah and skill.

As I understand it, some chap had a row with his lass, went off with a hearty supper to eat in the library car park, fell asleep and never woke up, a victim of hypothermia. Since then, bunches of flowers have appeared tied to the lamp-post outside the Co-op. Personally, I feel a bag of chips or a burger would be a more appropriate tribute to this unfortunate alfresco gourmet.

The £300 that you begrudge paying, for the upkeep of your own kids by the way, would otherwise be paid by the taxpayer. They're not my kids, you pay for them.

4-1. GIDDY UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111!!!!!!WHEREISYOURCHRISTNOWKEVINBALLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Except he bottled out

Picture the scene. * Good Friday * A slightly fuzzy head * A rather meagre breakfast * Remembering that you have a creme egg in your coat pocket from last night, kindly given to you by Ms Hair * Stuffing said egg down your fat, greedy face at Olympic qualifying pace Now that, my friends, is livin' alright!

And what do you do in the woods?

Quite a bit actually. Check out http://blogging?morelikeabastard.blogspot.com/ if you don't believe me.

Ewoks!

Not my words, the sage counsel of Threegees, one of the ace webheads who keep this whole shebang running. The ninety-nine limit has been reached, we're all members of an exclusive club now. More exclusive than "Stringfellows" even. Yeah, think about that. I'm number 38 and I say this. If you've joined up and you haven't said anything, come and say hello on this thread. Also, tell us one fact about yourself. "I'm Colonel Knowledge and I am a non-driving idiot who can't even drive a car"

Hello.

Sex sells, Swalnalla. How many folk are going to click on a thread entitled "Rabbit spotted on allotment" ? Eh?

Deuteronomy? Neuteronomy, more like!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111!!!!11!!!!