uktjdhrsg Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me,
As plurdled gabbleblotchits,
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath blurted out,
Its earted jurtles,
Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer. [drowned out by moaning and screaming]
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and slipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turling dromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't.
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Introduction and post Hello. This is my introductory post. I am writing a constructive post and may create another account in the near future. However what matters most importantly right now is focusing on deleting this account.
Pleasure! CC
Gylfi’s thread of weekly problem solving This post is part of a weekly series I have recently been tasked with creating, in the aim of spreading information and support to people. I will be focusing on issues that affect around 100000% of the world's population and 0.17% of those who chose to life in the seas and oceans.
Problem number 1: Mongolian hordes in your loft/attic space refuse to leave.
Solution:
This is a tricky one as occasionally a pest control expert can just put some pellets down and the buggers eat them, them die off. BUT, sometimes you need to take drastic action, which is why I strongly recommend using 'The very best of Chris de burgh' CD or alternatively you could use the Milli Vanilli track 'Boy in the tree' but it must be on repeat and played for 48 hours non-stop. This has proved to be a very effective way of getting those pesky Mongolians out of lofts/attics, often making them go crazy and drown/baste themselves in sweet and sticky bbq sauce or even as far as going on the Jeremy Kyle show for no apparent reason. OR you could just threaten them with a court order, that works 60% of the time all the time.
If none of the above work, including court orders, then the only real way to remove them is to burn down your house; I know it sounds insane but it's not. Mongolian hordes don't like the smell of burnt polyester nor do they like the taste of singed flannel on the air, but before resorting to this method, please make sure you have Mongolian horde insurance on your home, many insurers won't admit they provide it as it is a claim that is made more and more each year as the hordes are forced from their homelands (behind the tesco in cockermouth) by ever increasing amount of seagulls and other marine foul causing blood feuds and turf wars.
Now, I've covered the very basics of this and it is up to you all to be vigilant, alert and willing to help anyone, even your sworn enemy.
Thank you and goodnight.
IE/UK/EU : RIP Sir Terry Wogan I didn't even know he had taken ill (it did appear to be quite sudden)
OK he's hardly the coolest of "yoof" broadcasters but he's never been pulled up for being a predator or bully and always came across as a decent chap.
Impressively he was even still married to his first wife as well!
Only just last year I was testing a broadcast band radio receiver or an antenna (I forget exactly which) so I needed a good known strong signal to use; for all its faults the BBC can at least usually stiill provide this; and was comforted by hearing his voice upon the loudspeakers (as then at least I know it works to start with).
Looking at his background although he claims to have abandoned his religion (unlike Cilla who had a full Catholic funeral service in her native Liverpool) but he would at least get one of the better jobs in Purgatory; probably the report at the end of the news with the funny animal story and co-presenting "pop" music programmes containing a mixture of 1970s/80s era pop, Schlager and the old Bollywood tracks middle aged Asian folk listen to (aimed at the mostly middle aged people in the various heavens for their faiths) - a bit like BBC World service but probably better than today.
Maybe the crew Upstairs will gift him with a full head of hair so he doesn't even need to fear his toupée being blown away by any sudden wind during a live outside broadcast :laugh_at:
Sir Terry Wogan: Veteran broadcaster dies, aged 77 - BBC News
Stupid in the workplace Today I fucked up my baby finger by hitting it with a hammer, one of those things that make you feel real retarded, also smacking your goods is aswell equally embarrassing lol
Iv also set the fire alarm off and got the whole factory evacuated by accident, didn't realise I did it either and the supervier came in and said in front of everyone in the middle of the canteen lol
Iv also spelt a whole metre of concrete on the floor lol not good
Not the wildest or even drug fuelled stories but what about you lot? Any funny tales from the workplace?
Has Everyone Been Banned From Posting? Is it just me, or is it just me?????? And a bit of MrsRobinson and even less of a few other people posting anything? Just wondering if The world has ended but I've yet to notice cos the curtains are shut.1234
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