Post what you like in this thread - it doesn't matter because at midnight tonight I'm going to request that a mod deletes it.
That's right. What a waste of fucking time.
:D
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Post what you like in this thread - it doesn't matter because at midnight tonight I'm going to request that a mod deletes it.
That's right. What a waste of fucking time.
:D
Can a mod please delete this. :lol:
DELETED BY IKE
blah blahmanker is wanker blah blah
Since your going to delete it later
ill post an original idea later
If that prose was written by your own fair hand, JP, I may have seconded thoughts about not making a deletion request :crying:
someone want to pm what happen in the Juno's spam thread, why did he want to delete the thread.
Hes not that bloody old.:lol: :lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by manker
Nice description of the thread :lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by muchspl2
I think it got deleted because Jonno was upset by some of the answers.
Excellent :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Mr JP Fugley
So I am in the devil's advocate role. The show's producer, as it were.
You and the rest of the thread contributers are the guests - putting up ideas for permanent deletion from the annals of time.
Who is to be Nick Hancock/Paul Merton - the protagonist that decides which item(s) are divorced form reality - surely a mod has to step up to the plate.
kumbi i my lord kumbi ya :no: delete it NOW!!!
A lot of members in here would fill the handcock role.:lol:
I am going to have to do some negotiating to save that one.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mr JP Fugley
T'Beatles can disappear FAIC :unsure:
take me to funky town :01:
yeah
yeah!!
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well
It were done quickly: if the assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch
With his surcease success; that but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,
We'd jump the life to come. But in these cases
We still have judgment here; that we but teach
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice
Commends th' ingredience of our poison'd chalice
To our own lips. He's here in double trust;
First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,
Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,
Who should against his murderer shut the door,
Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
The deep damnation of his taking-off;
And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself
And falls on th' other -.
1-2 bujy's coming for u
3-4 better lock your doors
5-6 posted alot of shite
7-8 he ate a steak
9-10 drinking beer again
:lol: :lol:
i owned that 7 yrs ago so old :no:Quote:
Originally Posted by Mr JP Fugley
no u blow me :PQuote:
Originally Posted by Mr JP Fugley
I don't know what you've been smoking,
But pack another one for meeee....
My pants are falling down
The room is spinning around
My stomach is making funny sounds
I'm falling down... :01:
Yep, sorry...I'm in singing mode again.
God help ya all. :shifty:
The cats are going mad :ph34r:
reallly ra ha leee :devil:Quote:
Originally Posted by lilmiss
:blink: is he pissing on the crowd??Quote:
Originally Posted by Mr JP Fugley
if so coooool :cool2:
i wana piss on u
players wana play
ballers wana ball
i dont want none of the above
i wana piss on u
hmmm hmmmh hmmmm dod dod dodddoooo
Oh dear, oh dear oh dear oh dear.
Oh Dear.
Phil Bennet and Diesel Boy having to go along with this thread.
Oh dear oh dear oh dear.
Everything's so blurry
and everyone's so fake
and everybody's empty
and everything is so messed up
pre-occupied without you
I cannot live at all
My whole world surrounds you
I stumble then I crawl
You could be my someone
you could be my scene
you know that i'll protect you
from all of the obscene
I wonder what you're doing
imagine where you are
there's oceans in between us
but that's not very far
Can you take it all away
can you take it all away
well ya shoved it in my face
this pain you gave to me
Can you take it all away
can you take it all away
well ya shoved it my face
Everyone is changing
there's noone left that's real
to make up your own ending
and let me know just how you feel
cause I am lost without you
I cannot live at all
my whole world surrounds you
I stumble then I crawl
You could be my someone
you could be my scene
you know that i will save you
from all of the unclean
I wonder what you're doing
I wonder where you are
There's oceans in between us
but that's not very far
[Chorus]
Nobody told me what you thought
nobody told me what to say
everyone showed you where to turn
told you when to runaway
nobody told you where to hide
nobody told you what to say
everyone showed you where to turn
showed you when to runaway
[Chorus]
This pain you gave to me
You take it all
You take it all away...
This pain you gave to me
You take it all away
This pain you gave to me
Take it all away
This pain you gave to me
:music:
huh what's that say ??Quote:
Originally Posted by 15%
Its gonna get worse.
I may dig out Busted. :w00t:
Or some David Allen Coe. :shifty: :devil:
http://hometown.aol.co.uk/Lynne1977u...s+snowball.gif
jus play hassle hoft and kill me now :frusty:Quote:
Originally Posted by lilmiss
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.
Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going;
And such an instrument I was to use.
Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,
Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still,
And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,
Which was not so before. There's no such thing:
It is the bloody business which informs
Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one half-world
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder,
Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,
Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace.
With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design
Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,
And take the present horror from the time,
Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives:
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
No I was referring to Titty Twister.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mr JP Fugley
Btw, I've decided that I cannot request a deletion of this thread.
It would be a bad thing considering all the effort that has gone into people's posts. Some of which are pretty funny.
Sorry for misleading folk.
son of ...... :angry:Quote:
Originally Posted by manker
ok :whistling
Has this thread changed titles? :unsure:
Sacre bleuQuote:
Originally Posted by manker
:ohmy:
That means your Busted secret won't be deleted :P
Hey cool.
After I decide not to delete this thread a mod has changed the title for me.
Good work mod fellas :01::
did u get a pm :no:Quote:
Originally Posted by manker
Your fucking kidding right? :D
Sometimes censorship does work? :unsure:Quote:
Originally Posted by manker
The title has been changed for ages :lol: :lol: