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I always smile and say "I'm not allowed within 100 meters of children" and that usually does the trick. :sundog: I’ve said things like that with people I don’t know very well but people I’m familiar with should know better. Maybe I’m holding them in too high regard because I do know them? Anyway, 20+ years of this shit (albeit spread out over the decades) is enough. Once is enough really. I do remember being f***ed off several years ago by an acquaintance when she gave me the, “You’re already 40 and you don’t have any kids. Why don’t you like children?” rubbish. I bombarded the hell out of her with rapid fire statements that grew into absolute nonsense: “You don’t have a dog. Why don’t you like dogs? You don’t have any cats. Why don’t you like cats? You don’t have any turtles. Why don’t you like turtles? You don’t have any silverback mountain gorillas. Why don’t you like silverback mountain gorillas?” I think I even tossed in a duck-billed platypus in there. f**k these people.

Not really pissed, more like annoyed and disappointed. A decades-long family friend's condescension in that (1) I need children and (2) I need kids to know what "having one's plate full" really means. f**k you. Should've tossed him the f bomb but out of respect for the long term family relation I didn't. I said something much tamer, something like "Until you have mental telepathy, you don't know what goes on in other peoples' lives." Very disappointed in him. What does piss me off is the handful of people over the years who've told me that I need kids to be happy and that my life isn't complete without them. f**k you too. I also hate when people ask me why I don't like kids just because I don't have them. I thought those days were long gone but this recent interaction brought it all back. I'm just glad my parents, immediate family, and friends have never felt that way and have never pressured me like some twats.

The family always thought uncle Frank was kind of strange but he was your man if you ever needed anything probed.

I re-retired today. No more full-time anything for me. Day-trade for beer money.

I always smile and say "I'm not allowed within 100 meters of children" and that usually does the trick. :sundog: I’ve said things like that with people I don’t know very well but people I’m familiar with should know better. Maybe I’m holding them in too high regard because I do know them? Anyway, 20+ years of this shit (albeit spread out over the decades) is enough. Once is enough really. I do remember being f***ed off several years ago by an acquaintance when she gave me the, “You’re already 40 and you don’t have any kids. Why don’t you like children?” rubbish. I bombarded the hell out of her with rapid fire statements that grew into absolute nonsense: “You don’t have a dog. Why don’t you like dogs? You don’t have any cats. Why don’t you like cats? You don’t have any turtles. Why don’t you like turtles? You don’t have any silverback mountain gorillas. Why don’t you like silverback mountain gorillas?” I think I even tossed in a duck-billed platypus in there. f**k these people. I’m the same here. For now, I’ll stick to being an uncle. As far as this thread goes, if I have to hear that stupid Kars for kids jingle on SiriusXM one more time...

Rolled a nice one with 3 kinds of hash to go with a cuppa coffee. Happy birthday to me! :P :smoke:

"Little lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee?" - William "I see dead people" Blake "Little limb, who made thee?" - William "Oopsie" Thalidomide Albion Celebrating No Pants Day

Well, this calls for a celebration! Happy 12th! :cheers: :smoke:

I always smile and say "I'm not allowed within 100 meters of children" and that usually does the trick. :sundog:

nm, this post would've been funny if I'd read the thread title correctly.

I would like to come in here for a moment if I may, and disassociate my posts from these frivolous and offensive posts. Oh, I say, we are grand, aren't we? 'Oh, oh, no more buttered scones for me, mater. I'm off to play the grand piano'. 'Pardon me while I fly my aeroplane.' Now get on the thread! Yes. I will. I will! I've been pushed around long enough. This is it. This is your moment, Arthur blackhawkrush. This is it, Arthur blackhawkrush! At last, you're a man! All right, IbanezJem, come out of there! :poke: Mr IbanezJem, of Round Hill Road, Northampton, has concealed himself extremely well. He could be almost anywhere. He could be behind the wall, inside the water barrel, beneath a pile of leaves, up in the tree, squatting down behind the car, concealed in a hollow, or crouched behind any one of a hundred bushes. Neuvecian no nuevetay ocho, nuevecientas nuevente ye nueve, mil...Coming! :madra: A minute passed. Then another. Then, another minute. Then... another minute passed. Then another minute passed. And another. A further minute passed quickly, followed by another minute, when suddenly, a different minute passed, followed by another different minute. And another. And yet another further different minute. A minute passed. I glanced at my watch. It was a minute past. This was it. A minute passed. After a moment, another minute passed. Hello, I'm your new vicar :hi: can I interest you in any of these watches? We must lose no time. Come on, you dogs, we have far to go. We must lose no time. Come on you dogs, we have time to lose, this has gone too far. I don't think you're using that thing right. :tsk: May I...ah, here we are: "Yandelvayasna grldenwi stravenka." I can't help noticing that, for someone who claims to say things in a very roundabout way, your last answer had very little of the discursive quality about it. May I just sidetrack for a moment. This, what shall I call it...nickname of yours..."IbanezJem." How did you come by it? Well, I think I can answer this question most successfully in mime. Excuse me sir, but er, why the funny voice? I was trying to do my butch voice, you know Just a line to thank you for the eels. Mrs Ibanez Jem thought they were really scrummy, comma, so did I full stop. I've just heard that Algy was a poof, exclamation mark. What would Captain W. E. Johns have said, question mark.

There's not many situations that are more personal and individual than that and yet people feel like it's something that should be public record. Go figure.

I would like to come in here for a moment if I may, and disassociate my posts from these frivolous and offensive posts. Oh, I say, we are grand, aren't we? 'Oh, oh, no more buttered scones for me, mater. I'm off to play the grand piano'. 'Pardon me while I fly my aeroplane.' Now get on the thread! Yes. I will. I will! I've been pushed around long enough. This is it. This is your moment, Arthur blackhawkrush. This is it, Arthur blackhawkrush! At last, you're a man! All right, IbanezJem, come out of there! :poke: Mr IbanezJem, of Round Hill Road, Northampton, has concealed himself extremely well. He could be almost anywhere. He could be behind the wall, inside the water barrel, beneath a pile of leaves, up in the tree, squatting down behind the car, concealed in a hollow, or crouched behind any one of a hundred bushes. Neuvecian no nuevetay ocho, nuevecientas nuevente ye nueve, mil...Coming! :madra: A minute passed. Then another. Then, another minute. Then... another minute passed. Then another minute passed. And another. A further minute passed quickly, followed by another minute, when suddenly, a different minute passed, followed by another different minute. And another. And yet another further different minute. A minute passed. I glanced at my watch. It was a minute past. This was it. A minute passed. After a moment, another minute passed. Hello, I'm your new vicar :hi: can I interest you in any of these watches? We must lose no time. Come on, you dogs, we have far to go. We must lose no time. Come on you dogs, we have time to lose, this has gone too far. I don't think you're using that thing right. :tsk: May I...ah, here we are: "Yandelvayasna grldenwi stravenka." I can't help noticing that, for someone who claims to say things in a very roundabout way, your last answer had very little of the discursive quality about it. May I just sidetrack for a moment. This, what shall I call it...nickname of yours..."IbanezJem." How did you come by it? Well, I think I can answer this question most successfully in mime. Excuse me sir, but er, why the funny voice? I was trying to do my butch voice, you know

What about this one?

I would like to come in here for a moment if I may, and disassociate my posts from these frivolous and offensive posts. Oh, I say, we are grand, aren't we? 'Oh, oh, no more buttered scones for me, mater. I'm off to play the grand piano'. 'Pardon me while I fly my aeroplane.' Now get on the thread! Yes. I will. I will! I've been pushed around long enough. This is it. This is your moment, Arthur blackhawkrush. This is it, Arthur blackhawkrush! At last, you're a man! All right, IbanezJem, come out of there! :poke: Mr IbanezJem, of Round Hill Road, Northampton, has concealed himself extremely well. He could be almost anywhere. He could be behind the wall, inside the water barrel, beneath a pile of leaves, up in the tree, squatting down behind the car, concealed in a hollow, or crouched behind any one of a hundred bushes. Neuvecian no nuevetay ocho, nuevecientas nuevente ye nueve, mil...Coming! :madra: A minute passed. Then another. Then, another minute. Then... another minute passed. Then another minute passed. And another. A further minute passed quickly, followed by another minute, when suddenly, a different minute passed, followed by another different minute. And another. And yet another further different minute. A minute passed. I glanced at my watch. It was a minute past. This was it. A minute passed. After a moment, another minute passed. Hello, I'm your new vicar :hi: can I interest you in any of these watches? We must lose no time. Come on, you dogs, we have far to go. We must lose no time. Come on you dogs, we have time to lose, this has gone too far. I don't think you're using that thing right. :tsk: May I...ah, here we are: "Yandelvayasna grldenwi stravenka." I can't help noticing that, for someone who claims to say things in a very roundabout way, your last answer had very little of the discursive quality about it. May I just sidetrack for a moment. This, what shall I call it...nickname of yours..."IbanezJem." How did you come by it? Well, I think I can answer this question most successfully in mime. Excuse me sir, but er, why the funny voice?

He commanded that stadium. One of, if not my favorite, live concert videos. He commanded every stadium. They said he saved the Live Aid concert. He loved being loved. When he walked out on stage, he took complete control.

I like to listen to both versions at the same time on the computer, so when they're synced up there's this 'comb filtering' effect that happens.

Ok this has been a long time coming but I finally received VT remixed in the post today via eBay.Why have I not purchased the remix until now?A few reasons.I like supporting local music shops but I never saw the remix in store and just never got round to ordering it.Apart from a few tracks I just didn’t like the album.I listened on Spotify to a few tracks but never the full remix album.Also being homebound (the virus)I found myself ordering a few CDs which normally I wouldn’t do.So with beer in hand ,fire up the megawatt PA system in the man cave,start the model train layout whizzing,light a joss stick,put up feet.The verdict.f***ing magic.Three spins later and perhaps three cartons of piss later it’s like listening to a new album.And this is one of the rare times I have been able to sit through the entire CD,let alone three.I shall dissect the album in another post when I am sober.A ray of light in these dark times.

:ebert: Happy 12th Anniversary JohnRogers! :ebert: How did I miss this until now? Cheers to your 12 years and to many more! May Zelix make them happy ones!

Give me a buzz when everyone is living happily ever after.

What further proof do we need? Lol

Ok, this one's just creepy! Just that one??

Ok, this one's just creepy!

Do you think because he follows scientology is the reason he doesn't seem to be getting much acting work in recent years? No I think it's because the wave he's been riding since his 1994 Pulp Fiction appearance has been grounded due to too many bad and weird performances and bad script choices. That's exactly what killed his career before Pulp Fiction revived it. I figured he was at the age where he would start popping up as the goofball dad or grandpa in stuff. He's too vain to accept older character roles, and I'm sure he sees himself as still too big of a star to take anything but leading roles. That's why we see him with the stupid wigs and creepy fake hairlines and ridiculous Russian accents (Killing Season w/De Niro) so he doesn't get the grandpa scripts or even the goofball dad ones, although it should be a reason why he DOES get them.

http://img6.bdbphotos.com/images/orig/q/x/qxe7n6nwjkapn7nq.jpg?si78bvc2 Played capably by Johnny Whitaker

There's another one, the green-haired baby chimp.

http://youtu.be/8y4Cg-ijDRA

http://i.dailymail.co.uk/1s/2020/04/28/09/27738994-8264299-image-m-19_1588063654864.jpg Abduct me!

I would like to come in here for a moment if I may, and disassociate my posts from these frivolous and offensive posts. Oh, I say, we are grand, aren't we? 'Oh, oh, no more buttered scones for me, mater. I'm off to play the grand piano'. 'Pardon me while I fly my aeroplane.' Now get on the thread! Yes. I will. I will! I've been pushed around long enough. This is it. This is your moment, Arthur blackhawkrush. This is it, Arthur blackhawkrush! At last, you're a man! All right, IbanezJem, come out of there! :poke: Mr IbanezJem, of Round Hill Road, Northampton, has concealed himself extremely well. He could be almost anywhere. He could be behind the wall, inside the water barrel, beneath a pile of leaves, up in the tree, squatting down behind the car, concealed in a hollow, or crouched behind any one of a hundred bushes. Neuvecian no nuevetay ocho, nuevecientas nuevente ye nueve, mil...Coming! :madra: A minute passed. Then another. Then, another minute. Then... another minute passed. Then another minute passed. And another. A further minute passed quickly, followed by another minute, when suddenly, a different minute passed, followed by another different minute. And another. And yet another further different minute. A minute passed. I glanced at my watch. It was a minute past. This was it. A minute passed. After a moment, another minute passed. Hello, I'm your new vicar :hi: can I interest you in any of these watches? We must lose no time. Come on, you dogs, we have far to go. We must lose no time. Come on you dogs, we have time to lose, this has gone too far. I don't think you're using that thing right. :tsk: May I...ah, here we are: "Yandelvayasna grldenwi stravenka." I can't help noticing that, for someone who claims to say things in a very roundabout way, your last answer had very little of the discursive quality about it. May I just sidetrack for a moment. This, what shall I call it...nickname of yours..."IbanezJem." How did you come by it? Well, I think I can answer this question most successfully in mime.

I would like to come in here for a moment if I may, and disassociate my posts from these frivolous and offensive posts. Oh, I say, we are grand, aren't we? 'Oh, oh, no more buttered scones for me, mater. I'm off to play the grand piano'. 'Pardon me while I fly my aeroplane.' Now get on the thread! Yes. I will. I will! I've been pushed around long enough. This is it. This is your moment, Arthur blackhawkrush. This is it, Arthur blackhawkrush! At last, you're a man! All right, IbanezJem, come out of there! :poke: Mr IbanezJem, of Round Hill Road, Northampton, has concealed himself extremely well. He could be almost anywhere. He could be behind the wall, inside the water barrel, beneath a pile of leaves, up in the tree, squatting down behind the car, concealed in a hollow, or crouched behind any one of a hundred bushes. Neuvecian no nuevetay ocho, nuevecientas nuevente ye nueve, mil...Coming! :madra: A minute passed. Then another. Then, another minute. Then... another minute passed. Then another minute passed. And another. A further minute passed quickly, followed by another minute, when suddenly, a different minute passed, followed by another different minute. And another. And yet another further different minute. A minute passed. I glanced at my watch. It was a minute past. This was it. A minute passed. After a moment, another minute passed. Hello, I'm your new vicar :hi: can I interest you in any of these watches? We must lose no time. Come on, you dogs, we have far to go. We must lose no time. Come on you dogs, we have time to lose, this has gone too far. I don't think you're using that thing right. :tsk: May I...ah, here we are: "Yandelvayasna grldenwi stravenka." I can't help noticing that, for someone who claims to say things in a very roundabout way, your last answer had very little of the discursive quality about it. May I just sidetrack for a moment. This, what shall I call it...nickname of yours..."IbanezJem." How did you come by it?

I would like to come in here for a moment if I may, and disassociate my posts from these frivolous and offensive posts. Oh, I say, we are grand, aren't we? 'Oh, oh, no more buttered scones for me, mater. I'm off to play the grand piano'. 'Pardon me while I fly my aeroplane.' Now get on the thread! Yes. I will. I will! I've been pushed around long enough. This is it. This is your moment, Arthur blackhawkrush. This is it, Arthur blackhawkrush! At last, you're a man! All right, IbanezJem, come out of there! :poke: Mr IbanezJem, of Round Hill Road, Northampton, has concealed himself extremely well. He could be almost anywhere. He could be behind the wall, inside the water barrel, beneath a pile of leaves, up in the tree, squatting down behind the car, concealed in a hollow, or crouched behind any one of a hundred bushes. Neuvecian no nuevetay ocho, nuevecientas nuevente ye nueve, mil...Coming! :madra: A minute passed. Then another. Then, another minute. Then... another minute passed. Then another minute passed. And another. A further minute passed quickly, followed by another minute, when suddenly, a different minute passed, followed by another different minute. And another. And yet another further different minute. A minute passed. I glanced at my watch. It was a minute past. This was it. A minute passed. After a moment, another minute passed. Hello, I'm your new vicar :hi: can I interest you in any of these watches? We must lose no time. Come on, you dogs, we have far to go. We must lose no time. Come on you dogs, we have time to lose, this has gone too far. I don't think you're using that thing right. :tsk: May I...ah, here we are: "Yandelvayasna grldenwi stravenka." I can't help noticing that, for someone who claims to say things in a very roundabout way, your last answer had very little of the discursive quality about it.

I would like to come in here for a moment if I may, and disassociate my posts from these frivolous and offensive posts. Oh, I say, we are grand, aren't we? 'Oh, oh, no more buttered scones for me, mater. I'm off to play the grand piano'. 'Pardon me while I fly my aeroplane.' Now get on the thread! Yes. I will. I will! I've been pushed around long enough. This is it. This is your moment, Arthur blackhawkrush. This is it, Arthur blackhawkrush! At last, you're a man! All right, IbanezJem, come out of there! :poke: Mr IbanezJem, of Round Hill Road, Northampton, has concealed himself extremely well. He could be almost anywhere. He could be behind the wall, inside the water barrel, beneath a pile of leaves, up in the tree, squatting down behind the car, concealed in a hollow, or crouched behind any one of a hundred bushes. Neuvecian no nuevetay ocho, nuevecientas nuevente ye nueve, mil...Coming! :madra: A minute passed. Then another. Then, another minute. Then... another minute passed. Then another minute passed. And another. A further minute passed quickly, followed by another minute, when suddenly, a different minute passed, followed by another different minute. And another. And yet another further different minute. A minute passed. I glanced at my watch. It was a minute past. This was it. A minute passed. After a moment, another minute passed. Hello, I'm your new vicar :hi: can I interest you in any of these watches? We must lose no time. Come on, you dogs, we have far to go. We must lose no time. Come on you dogs, we have time to lose, this has gone too far. I don't think you're using that thing right. :tsk: May I...ah, here we are: "Yandelvayasna grldenwi stravenka."

I would like to come in here for a moment if I may, and disassociate my posts from these frivolous and offensive posts. Oh, I say, we are grand, aren't we? 'Oh, oh, no more buttered scones for me, mater. I'm off to play the grand piano'. 'Pardon me while I fly my aeroplane.' Now get on the thread! Yes. I will. I will! I've been pushed around long enough. This is it. This is your moment, Arthur blackhawkrush. This is it, Arthur blackhawkrush! At last, you're a man! All right, IbanezJem, come out of there! :poke: Mr IbanezJem, of Round Hill Road, Northampton, has concealed himself extremely well. He could be almost anywhere. He could be behind the wall, inside the water barrel, beneath a pile of leaves, up in the tree, squatting down behind the car, concealed in a hollow, or crouched behind any one of a hundred bushes. Neuvecian no nuevetay ocho, nuevecientas nuevente ye nueve, mil...Coming! :madra: A minute passed. Then another. Then, another minute. Then... another minute passed. Then another minute passed. And another. A further minute passed quickly, followed by another minute, when suddenly, a different minute passed, followed by another different minute. And another. And yet another further different minute. A minute passed. I glanced at my watch. It was a minute past. This was it. A minute passed. After a moment, another minute passed. Hello, I'm your new vicar :hi: can I interest you in any of these watches? We must lose no time. Come on, you dogs, we have far to go. We must lose no time. Come on you dogs, we have time to lose, this has gone too far.

My old R30 DVD set disappeared (I suspect one of my kidlets) so I ordered another used one. It was only $9.00 and I really just wanted the DVD with the interviews back. It arrived today. SCORE! Turns out the person was selling one of the deluxe sets, with 2 DVDs, 2 CDs, guitar picks and tour pass. It was all in there- fun to receive it on a rainy day! And the next time that R30 tour hits the road, I'm ready with my pass! :P :( :( :(

I would like to come in here for a moment if I may, and disassociate my posts from these frivolous and offensive posts. Oh, I say, we are grand, aren't we? 'Oh, oh, no more buttered scones for me, mater. I'm off to play the grand piano'. 'Pardon me while I fly my aeroplane.' Now get on the thread! Yes. I will. I will! I've been pushed around long enough. This is it. This is your moment, Arthur blackhawkrush. This is it, Arthur blackhawkrush! At last, you're a man! All right, IbanezJem, come out of there! :poke: Mr IbanezJem, of Round Hill Road, Northampton, has concealed himself extremely well. He could be almost anywhere. He could be behind the wall, inside the water barrel, beneath a pile of leaves, up in the tree, squatting down behind the car, concealed in a hollow, or crouched behind any one of a hundred bushes. Neuvecian no nuevetay ocho, nuevecientas nuevente ye nueve, mil...Coming! :madra: A minute passed. Then another. Then, another minute. Then... another minute passed. Then another minute passed. And another. A further minute passed quickly, followed by another minute, when suddenly, a different minute passed, followed by another different minute. And another. And yet another further different minute. A minute passed. I glanced at my watch. It was a minute past. This was it. A minute passed. After a moment, another minute passed. Hello, I'm your new vicar :hi: can I interest you in any of these watches?

I would like to come in here for a moment if I may, and disassociate my posts from these frivolous and offensive posts. Oh, I say, we are grand, aren't we? 'Oh, oh, no more buttered scones for me, mater. I'm off to play the grand piano'. 'Pardon me while I fly my aeroplane.' Now get on the thread! Yes. I will. I will! I've been pushed around long enough. This is it. This is your moment, Arthur blackhawkrush. This is it, Arthur blackhawkrush! At last, you're a man! All right, IbanezJem, come out of there! :poke: Mr IbanezJem, of Round Hill Road, Northampton, has concealed himself extremely well. He could be almost anywhere. He could be behind the wall, inside the water barrel, beneath a pile of leaves, up in the tree, squatting down behind the car, concealed in a hollow, or crouched behind any one of a hundred bushes. Neuvecian no nuevetay ocho, nuevecientas nuevente ye nueve, mil...Coming! :madra: A minute passed. Then another. Then, another minute. Then... another minute passed. Then another minute passed. And another. A further minute passed quickly, followed by another minute, when suddenly, a different minute passed, followed by another different minute. And another. And yet another further different minute. A minute passed. I glanced at my watch. It was a minute past. This was it. A minute passed. After a moment, another minute passed.

I would like to come in here for a moment if I may, and disassociate my posts from these frivolous and offensive posts. Oh, I say, we are grand, aren't we? 'Oh, oh, no more buttered scones for me, mater. I'm off to play the grand piano'. 'Pardon me while I fly my aeroplane.' Now get on the thread! Yes. I will. I will! I've been pushed around long enough. This is it. This is your moment, Arthur blackhawkrush. This is it, Arthur blackhawkrush! At last, you're a man! All right, IbanezJem, come out of there! :poke: Mr IbanezJem, of Round Hill Road, Northampton, has concealed himself extremely well. He could be almost anywhere. He could be behind the wall, inside the water barrel, beneath a pile of leaves, up in the tree, squatting down behind the car, concealed in a hollow, or crouched behind any one of a hundred bushes. Neuvecian no nuevetay ocho, nuevecientas nuevente ye nueve, mil...Coming! :madra:

Little Llama’s mind was all a flutter with mixed emotions. Why after all this time was her hand thrown in with Little Lamb, Rampaging Rabbit, Stockpiling Squirrel and Naked Little Blonde Jaybird once again. These were not their real names, of course, but for the life of her she couldn’t seem to recall what their proper names were. Nor did she care. Little Llama was considerably younger than the others, but no less the wiser that much was certain. Her relationship with the others all those years ago was not forced, not by choice, but rather one of convenience. She never let on and remained dutiful in the light of their unknown condescension, which she always attributed to their age differences. Never keen in their company, she did sometimes enjoyed the comic respite it provided her from solitude and loneliness. Ironically, it was solitude that she prized most. Even here and now her mind wandered to nights in the desert on a blanket alone staring up at a night sky of million stars. She shook herself out of her day dream and refocused on the situation at hand. Had they changed at all? Indeed, had she? “Why here, why now?”, the question kept coming, "what brought this all up?". Her best plan, which had always been her best plan was to play the wallflower and quietly watch how this all plays out.

I have my dad to thank for sparking my curiosity when I first heard Somebody To Love and Bohemian Rhapsody.

Zep Floyd bore the shit out of me, and sometimes I think they are outright dreadful. Give me Yes instead.

Fake News!

:) Happy belated Anniversary! :)