Kattermole

Is it not quite early on there?

It won't teach me, it never does!

I went out last night and drank waaaaay too much and was ill And now I'm in work after having about three hours sleep. I think I am dying.

Scotlander I like that. Well done, you can have a sticker with a smiley face on it:

How gross. But also intriguing

Nigel: I could've had it away with this cracking Julie, my old China. Translation: I could have had sex with a very attractive lady my friend Austin: Are you telling pork pies in a bag of trout, because if you are feeling quiddly, why not just have a Jay Arthur? Translation: Are you telling a pack of lies, cos if you are feeling horny, why not just have a....ummmm, I think we can guess Nigel: What, Billy no-mates? Translation: What, by myself?! Austin: Too right, youth. Nigel: Don't you remember the Crimbough din-din we had with the grotty Scottish bint? Translation: Don't you remember the Christmas dinner we had with the dirty Scottish broad? Austin: Oh, the one that was all sixes and sevens! Translation: Oh the one that was crazy! Nigel: Yeah, she was the trouble and strife of the Morris dancer that lived up the apples and pears. Translation: She was the wife of the Morris dancer (an old traditional English style of dancing which is so funny to watch) thta lived upstairs. Austin: Yes, she was the barrister that became a bobbie in a lorry mumbles] with a gattling gun, in a bottle of St. Regis . . . Translation: Yes, she was the lawyer that became a policewoman in a truck (doesn't make sense, nor does the next part.) Both: . . . in a tea kettle! And then she shat on a turtle! TADA!

To carry on from that last post, see how much sense you can make of this! I can translate if required for those who aint seen the film Nigel: I could've had it away with this cracking Julie, my old China. Austin: Are you telling pork pies in a bag of trout, because if you are feeling quiddly, why not just have a Jay Arthur? Nigel: What, Billy no-mates? Austin: Too right, youth. Nigel: Don't you remember the Crimbough din-din we had with the grotty Scottish bint? (I AM OFFENDED! ) Austin: Oh, the one that was all sixes and sevens! Nigel: Yeah, she was the trouble and strife of the Morris dancer that lived up the apples and pears. Austin: Yes, she was the barrister that became a bobbie in a lorry [mumbles] with a gattling gun, in a bottle of St. Regis . . . Both: . . . in a tea kettle! And then she shat on a turtle!

This reminds me of the bit in Goldmember where Austin Powers and his "Fasssjaaaa" are talking in English speak. "She was all sixes and sevens...."

Haha being British is ace... Skint means broke as in you have no money. "I'm totally skint." Trouble and strife is rhyming slang for wife, like "going up the apples and pears" = going up stairs. We don't generally use that in everyday conversation though. Munter is a fabulous word. Anyone who is, shall we say, less than aesthetically pleasing, can be described as a munter. a munt or a minger.

A truck me old blighter. Hope you have a blinding weekend with your trouble and strife mate, aye!

I am toooo busy this weekend. I gotta get up real early and catch the bus to my home city which is like an hour and a half away, buy an engagement present, buy an incredible outfit so I look sexaaay, meet my friends at the airport, come home, go to the party, come home, wave friends off at airport, maybe go to hockey in another city on Sunday night then back to my home city, then back to where I live on Monday. Ahhhhh

Haha sorry, it means broke

And you made me look. DAMNIT!

That's a pretty good idea. My Mum suggested a couple of nice champagne flutes and a bottle of bubbly, but I am sooo skint. I'll have to get up early tomorrow and go buy something AND get an outfit, waa.

It'll be tough but I'll try. Ya does anyone have any clue of what to get them for an engagement present? I've left it to the last moment as usual.

Aww. I don't really today, I just couldn't think of anything to post

I am in work till 10 pea ayum tonight, waaaaaaaaaaaaa. On a Friday night! Seriously! Do these people have no respect for my social life? I used to go out Thurs, Fri, Sat and Sunday nights before work became all nazi like and started making me work Friday nights and Saturday daytimes. As a result, I have not been so drunk that I have fallen over in like a month! However all will be changed tomorrow, friend's engagement party, time to get hammered :-D I can't wait.

Hot dayum I look good today.

I get six weeks of paid holidays a year.

Sorry ladies, but what in the blue hell are you both talking about?

No one is the best Everyone is special in different ways cos there is no such thing as the best Although Josh will disagree cos he thinks he is awesome

I thought of that once. I decided to ignore it because things like that make my head hurt. Also it would have been tough to explain to the boss. "Sorry sir, I can't come into work because I'm stuck in an infinite loop of posting on a Red Wings fan board." I'm glad I'm not the only one who thinks of such burning issues.

I have had a disturbing thought. The title of this thread is "Post everytime you look" ya? OK, when you make a post, it automatically takes you back to the updated thread. Does this count as looking again? If so, it is possible to get stuck in an infernal loop, posting again and again until you collapse from exhausation. This worries me.

Chris Osgoood I adore youuuu Even when you play pooooo Cos you're the best goalie eeeever And you smell like heaaaaather OK I wrote that in 2 seconds and it's crap, but it's my Ode to Oz. It has a tune as well but I can't really communicate that via the net. When I get my new keyboard and hook it up to the computer, I'll record it and dazzle you all.

I LOVE THE OSGOOD