Gemmill

There's a fucking spoiler warning Aye in ewerk's post. But when you keep coming back to the "Film you recently Watched" thread, you don't expect to read continued discourse on the ending of a film that only came out last weekend. Save that for the "Film you recently ruined" thread.

Zath blatantly minces about the streets of Minnesota in Trekkie gear telling people to go forth and prosper tbh. By the way, I don't wear football shirts.

I don't even know what one is, so the joke's on you, nerd boy!

:lol:

I can't see me being that arsed about the state of my kegs if I suddenly felt on the verge of death. I can just see the coroner going into his dictaphone "The deceased appears to have collapsed on the landing and dragged himself through to the bedroom, finally passing in front of a chest of drawers. It is unclear exactly why he did this, although it seems reasonable to assume that he was trying to change his underwear, which to be perfectly honest is a fucking disgrace." Well, that was just an example. But there are numerous things that I assume one would think if they knew they were about to die; stuff they should have sorted out, things they wanted to say, porn they had to delete off their PC, etc. But then once it's over, then really it's all cool. I mean, not for the people who are still alive who knew you, but personally, things are good. Yeah, you're dead. Things just couldn't be better.

I can't see me being that arsed about the state of my kegs if I suddenly felt on the verge of death. I can just see the coroner going into his dictaphone "The deceased appears to have collapsed on the landing and dragged himself through to the bedroom, finally passing in front of a chest of drawers. It is unclear exactly why he did this, although it seems reasonable to assume that he was trying to change his underwear, which to be perfectly honest is a fucking disgrace."

What's that got to do with his homliness Parkington Pea?

That and that a few have been through him too.

Oi knobheads! Stop discussing the ending of a film that some of us still want to see!

Well I'm posting on here BEEYATCH! Plus I ain't no ging. And I'm too nails to go to any doctors. So there!

Daft twat. Nice insult combo.

I ain't no ginge, but you are the BeastMaster for Mighty Mites!

GIMP! Did you see that article last week about people with big DVD collections btw?

You cant see dust mites can you? See the post above. These ones gather round your dirty hands like pigs at a trough and have been absorbing all of the bacteria thereon for some time now. These are no ordinary mites. They're Mighty Mites.

I watched about two minutes of the Liverpool v Celtic legends match last week, and I don't recall Lawrenson looking that effeminate when he played during his career. He was mincing about like a great big fairy!The bloke has undergone a serious hom-makeover in recent years - a mince-formation if you will.

Looking on the Internet it appears that the bug I nailed doesnt look like your textbook bed bug. *rubs chin* Probably mutated into super-bugs after feeding off the fecal matter on your hands!

http://www.getridofthings.com/getridofdustmites.htm

Maybe if you washed your hands after you went to the toilet you wouldn't have this problem. And no, I doubt washing your sheets will sort it out - you'll need to wash your duvet, and maybe get the mattress steam-cleaned. You MINGER!

Bunch of pricks. I bet the lad that won the auction is treated like a god at his next Dungeons and Dragons meeting.

All nicked off NO. All class.

Haha. Dave walks like a duck. 10 to 2.

Aye, he's in Northern Ireland. Not sure how long it goes on for like. Needs to come back and breathe some life into this place tbh.

Very sad news. Awful for his wife and kid, and 27 year old is ridiculous. Poor lad.

Reminds me of when I used to work in the nightclub and one night they had a bomb scare - someone rang the front desk and described this bag that was in the cloakroom and assured the lass on the front desk that it was a bomb. Anyway, they checked, and sure enough there was a bag there as described, so they phoned the coppers who told them to evacuate the place......only one of the doormen had other ideas. He walked into the cloakroom and kicked the bag as hard as he could across the room, turned round to the manageress and goes "That's not a bomb."