Its only being used by migrating animals & they don't count for squat
where moneys concerned
A pity Canadas 1920s plan to invade America never happened in many ways
cheers
B....OZ
Lost, one (Bimmer)cat
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Officer Dibble
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Re: Lost, one (Bimmer)cat
Deuce, you?re rambling and talking cobblers again. Whenever I start a thread or contribute to a debate there?s generally a good follow up - i.e. people are interested or even feel strongly about the important issues I raise. Contrast that with your own lightly subscribed efforts - which generally leave people feeling slightly perplexed as to why you said something or why you shot off at a tangent and raised a point that appears totally irrelevant to what is being discussed. I prefer to debate serious issues with serious thinkers. You may find that tedious and prefer to exchange banalities with other like-minded forumites ? but contrary to your assertion that my threads are ?boring?, the number of forumites taking part and the passion of the views expressed, would suggest that they are pretty firkin? far from being ?boring?.
Yes, I frequently talk about chavs nowadays, because to me the chav phenomena encompasses all that is going wrong with society and popular culture at the moment ? the dumbing down of the media and arts, the breakdown of respect for anyone or anything, the rising tide of antisocial behaviour and apathy. And of course it is particularly relevant here as the chavification of society has had a hugely detrimental effect on the quality and content of visual erotica ? so much so in fact that one can nowadays barely justify describing it as ?erotic?.
As to the negative quality of my threads and posts ? well, that?s due to the nature of topics that make us sit up, take notice, and take an interest. If I said Hey, I?ve had a wonderfully average day today, got up at 8.00 AM, it was a moderately warm morning with hazy sunshine, the tulips were coming into bloom and the birds were tweeting. I then had some cornflakes with milk on, before carefully driving to the office in my beige Ford Focus. Upon my arrival I was pleasantly surprised to find there was ample parking space and the boss greeted me with a cheery ?Good morning Officer Dibble, I trust you slept well???Well, you get the picture. No one would be the slightest bit interested. But there would be plenty to discuss if I said - ?Well, I had a right fucking morning this morning. I hardly got a wink of sleep last night ? because the council has put a fucking stupid, brainless, 17 year old, chav single mother in the gaff next door to me and she had her fucking bungalow brained chav pals round till 5:AM drinking White Lightening and playing her fucking Brittney Spears, Usher, and 50 Cent CDs at full blast, till 5AM. Then, on the way to work, I get zapped by a twating speed camera, that those public sector council cunts had put up to make life difficult for motorists, before stopping to buy a paper at Mr Patel?s. So, there I am passing the time of day with Mr Patel, when a scruffy baseball cap wearing chav busts in brandishing a carving knife and demanding the takings. Mr Patel declines and as the brainless, sociopathic, chav lunges at him with the knife I automatically do the decent thing by intervening and kicking seven bells out of the worthless moron, only to be arrested by the Old Bill 15 minutes later and charged with GBH! To add insult to injury, they pick said chav up, dust him down, and promise a fat compensation cheque and a local council funded world cruise to help him get over the trauma of my assault! So, anyhow, I finally get back on my way to work, believing things can?t get any worse as I traverse the last, deserted, moorland stretch of my journey to the office. How wrong could I be? For there, slap bang in front of me, on the misty moorland road, is a Zargonian scout ship from the plant Zarg, in the Orion Nebula. ?Oh shit, they're probably on a scouting mission collecting human specimens?, I correctly surmise. Then my motor conks out and there?s a bright flash of light. The next thing I know I?m in their ship, starkers, on a slab, being subjected to all sorts of intrusive examinations with strange alien implements. The Zargonians, little grey fellows with huge almond shaped eyes, think I?m under their hypnotic spell and don?t know what day it is. But they?ll have to get up earlier in the morning if they think they can get one over on OD ? I?m only pretending to be hypnotised and can telepathically sense their every thought?.?Hmm, it?s as our scientists predicted ? these humans are boring bastards who talk a load of banal waffle and irrational cobblers. They pose no threat to the Zargonian empire, except this one, who shows worrying potential. Seems we?ll have to keep a closer eye on the earthlings from now on.? With that they bid me get dressed, escort me back to my motor, and say, ?Right, earthling. Just give us ten minutes to fire up the old positronic warp drive and lift off, and then you can wake up feeling fully refreshed remembering only that you felt drowsy and stopped for a quick knap in this lay-by?. So, I?m thinking, like, Yeah, yeah, yeah, get on with it, or I?ll be well late for my meeting with the boss. Jeez.
Anyhow, twenty minutes later I finally get to the office only to be confronted by the boss who seems a bit peeved and has adopted an insufferably pompous and arrogant tone. ?What time do you call this Dibble? If you wish to continue your employment at the ACME Widget Company you?ll have to pull your socks up and show considerably more commitment. They?re are plenty of others who would be more than delighted to take your place? At which point I deck the fucker, exclaiming - "Don?t fucking talk to me in that tone, yer tosser! I quit!?
Officer Dibble
Yes, I frequently talk about chavs nowadays, because to me the chav phenomena encompasses all that is going wrong with society and popular culture at the moment ? the dumbing down of the media and arts, the breakdown of respect for anyone or anything, the rising tide of antisocial behaviour and apathy. And of course it is particularly relevant here as the chavification of society has had a hugely detrimental effect on the quality and content of visual erotica ? so much so in fact that one can nowadays barely justify describing it as ?erotic?.
As to the negative quality of my threads and posts ? well, that?s due to the nature of topics that make us sit up, take notice, and take an interest. If I said Hey, I?ve had a wonderfully average day today, got up at 8.00 AM, it was a moderately warm morning with hazy sunshine, the tulips were coming into bloom and the birds were tweeting. I then had some cornflakes with milk on, before carefully driving to the office in my beige Ford Focus. Upon my arrival I was pleasantly surprised to find there was ample parking space and the boss greeted me with a cheery ?Good morning Officer Dibble, I trust you slept well???Well, you get the picture. No one would be the slightest bit interested. But there would be plenty to discuss if I said - ?Well, I had a right fucking morning this morning. I hardly got a wink of sleep last night ? because the council has put a fucking stupid, brainless, 17 year old, chav single mother in the gaff next door to me and she had her fucking bungalow brained chav pals round till 5:AM drinking White Lightening and playing her fucking Brittney Spears, Usher, and 50 Cent CDs at full blast, till 5AM. Then, on the way to work, I get zapped by a twating speed camera, that those public sector council cunts had put up to make life difficult for motorists, before stopping to buy a paper at Mr Patel?s. So, there I am passing the time of day with Mr Patel, when a scruffy baseball cap wearing chav busts in brandishing a carving knife and demanding the takings. Mr Patel declines and as the brainless, sociopathic, chav lunges at him with the knife I automatically do the decent thing by intervening and kicking seven bells out of the worthless moron, only to be arrested by the Old Bill 15 minutes later and charged with GBH! To add insult to injury, they pick said chav up, dust him down, and promise a fat compensation cheque and a local council funded world cruise to help him get over the trauma of my assault! So, anyhow, I finally get back on my way to work, believing things can?t get any worse as I traverse the last, deserted, moorland stretch of my journey to the office. How wrong could I be? For there, slap bang in front of me, on the misty moorland road, is a Zargonian scout ship from the plant Zarg, in the Orion Nebula. ?Oh shit, they're probably on a scouting mission collecting human specimens?, I correctly surmise. Then my motor conks out and there?s a bright flash of light. The next thing I know I?m in their ship, starkers, on a slab, being subjected to all sorts of intrusive examinations with strange alien implements. The Zargonians, little grey fellows with huge almond shaped eyes, think I?m under their hypnotic spell and don?t know what day it is. But they?ll have to get up earlier in the morning if they think they can get one over on OD ? I?m only pretending to be hypnotised and can telepathically sense their every thought?.?Hmm, it?s as our scientists predicted ? these humans are boring bastards who talk a load of banal waffle and irrational cobblers. They pose no threat to the Zargonian empire, except this one, who shows worrying potential. Seems we?ll have to keep a closer eye on the earthlings from now on.? With that they bid me get dressed, escort me back to my motor, and say, ?Right, earthling. Just give us ten minutes to fire up the old positronic warp drive and lift off, and then you can wake up feeling fully refreshed remembering only that you felt drowsy and stopped for a quick knap in this lay-by?. So, I?m thinking, like, Yeah, yeah, yeah, get on with it, or I?ll be well late for my meeting with the boss. Jeez.
Anyhow, twenty minutes later I finally get to the office only to be confronted by the boss who seems a bit peeved and has adopted an insufferably pompous and arrogant tone. ?What time do you call this Dibble? If you wish to continue your employment at the ACME Widget Company you?ll have to pull your socks up and show considerably more commitment. They?re are plenty of others who would be more than delighted to take your place? At which point I deck the fucker, exclaiming - "Don?t fucking talk to me in that tone, yer tosser! I quit!?
Officer Dibble