"The last man to enter Parliament with honourable intentions."
I used to think it was just a sardonic toast to irony.
38 posts • joined 31 Jan 2008
There's always one, isn't there?
And today's inevitable blow-hard -- employing CAPITALS to point out yet again that we should always be grateful for all eternity for something that, um, didn't actually quite happen that way -- happens to be you. Congrats.
Sigh. I'd suggest read your WW2 history books. Or maybe read them again -- properly, this time. Assuming you do have books. Books about WW2 in particular. That you can read. But I doubt that would be useful. Hell, I doubt you'll even read the responses to your "cordial" bollix. I certainly doubt you'll read this far.
So perhaps I'm just venting. Oh well: ah, that feels better. On with my day.
Sorry, potentially pig-ignorant question here: wasn't Hitler's body burnt, along with Eva's, after a dose of petrol had been poured on both of them?
Was there really enough crispy Hitleric remains for the Soviets to work out how many balls he had (or hadn't)?
Would have thought all fleshy stuff would have been burnt away by the time they found him. Or did he burn out before the balls got barbecued?
...unless, of course, this is a cunning sales stunt.
Still wonder to this day why a sci-fi-based tax-dodge is still taken this seriously by its adherents. I mean, am I right in having gathered that it's basically about alien-being Thetans, trapped in volcanoes by hydrogen bombs? Seriously?
(Also, why hydrogen bombs in particular? What's wrong with basic atomic bombs? Or more hi-spec nuclear / neutron? Is there some kind of specific blast yield that only hydrogen bombs can deliver? Confused.)
Black helicopter because I think black helicopters are cool. No other reason.
I'm with you on this -- up until this morning, I had NEVER heard of anal whitening cream. My life, strangely enough, was not the poorer for it.
Now, however, I'm just pondering, disturbingly, the mental picture of someone whose job it would be to check, grade and, I assume, probably apply the afore-mentioned product.
Stop sign because, if this is where your job is fast-tracking you towards...
British mobs -- I love 'em and their outright disdain for wankers.
I especially loved the radio-controlled helicopter with a sandwich dangling off it, buzzing his stupid bloody cage by the Thames.
There was meant to be a flash-mob to shine red lasers at him too, I think, but sadly didn't really kick off.
...but imho "To Live And Die In L.A." was William Peterson's finest. Pure 80s excess, quite OTT really, and a rather good driving-in-wrong-direction sequence of Friedken-directed goodness to top things off.
Probably quite tasteless in certain areas, but check it out if you haven't already.
Paris, coz she's also tasteless. She probably doesn't understand CSI. (Assuming she's capable of sitting still enough to watch an entire episode.)
...and blow me down, an American commenting on British dentistry. Oh, how my sides are splitting. Oh, the wit. Oh, how relevant.
Let's see if we can follow your devastating logic a bit (I've got some time to waste): are you effectively saying that Americans should carry on driving SUVs and Hummers and other assorted useless vehicles with shitty mileage because -- wait for it -- their teeth are in better condition?
Coward, you're a moron. But I suppose your teeth look great.
...and having never fancied kids in any shape or form in my life (too small, too dumb, never able to pay when it's their round, that kind of thing), I'm obviously a little behind the whole 36-Paedo-Party thing.
(Ooh. Wait. Did I really type that? "...little behind..." Did you see what I did there? What was that: a freudian-slip type thing?)
FFS. Really, sarcasm aside, words fail me.
(But thanks for the Logan's Run reference, people. Even have still fond memories of the utterly dire TV series...)
...likewise, almost exactly. Got another contract in a supporting industry in a fairly smart-ish fashion, but it's looking shaky for nearly all contractors that I know personally.
Oh well. Keeps the times interesting, gives us perspective from outside the City. And who would have thought there's so much else kicking off outside the Square Mile?
Mailing missiles at a country. Well OK, obviously just missile parts in this isolated case, but using a target country's mail service seems sound for the future:
-- saves on fuel costs (especially in these uncertain times),
-- better payload accuracy achieved via personal home/office person-to-person delivery services,
-- arguably lower chances of collateral damage (assuming correct target signs the receipt)...
Fairly reasonable (and go-green) to me.
Lost too many years of my youth trying to make a go of it in the soul-dead flat emptiness that is Palmie. The horror, the dull, unrelentingly vacant gloom of sport-only tedium and nothing-else-going-on-here-forever: it still haunts and drives me now.
Thank God and Blighty for all things London. Even the sideways sleet and knife-wielding hoodies are more interesting.
The Palmie Stop Sign, where all hope must be abandoned before entry.
(Still, it will ALWAYS be better than Tauranga. And Hamilton.)
...I used to wonder about the last less-than-ten clump of legionaries being decimated too, back when I had the smatterings of a classical education. Damn you for bringing that troubling mental issue back to me.
I think you're right: maybe a carefully-judged to-a-multiple-of-a-tenth beating. Or perhaps a carefully-judged maiming?
There is nothing in Google about it, either. Does anyone classically-oriented out there have any ideas / actual knowledge?
Did the chihuahua make it? (Can't find the story via Google, just a lot of jokes...)
I thought haggis came from the original Latin haggus, therefore technically wouldn't the plural would be haggii?
Paris, because everything is questionable today,
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