Gemmill

24 is class, but I got bored with Prison Break pretty quickly. Lost's just getting on my nerves these days - stringing it out to make as much money out of it as possible, and duping people into thinking there are a ton of magical secrets in it. The thread on Lost on NO is hilarious, the amount of extra reading people will do on a TV series.

Feels like at least Thursday. I hate when days/weeks/months/years drag at work.

That was a class long-jump competition.

I'll tell you at the end of the season.

I just can't get into any of those threads tbh. I'd actually rather do work than participate in them.

Your best bet is to get it off the net at www.bbc.co.uk/radio Failing that then there is the BBC World Service (frequencies for which will be on the above link).

Nothing other than that his parents missed a trick when they named him.

It used to be. Should be called Jew Chat these days. All that gets discussed is friggin Israel or terrorism!

Oliver's latest revelation: Shepherd likes the new dressing rooms to much to accept 29% of the £80-odd million the club is worth. You heard it here first. I wonder if they towelled each other down at the end of it.

To complete the story - no, he didn't. See it was best left as half a story, wasn't it.

Reminds me of when we were at school and this big black lad started. We were about 14 or 15 at the time, but he still had to go and see the school nurse for his regulation medical. Anyway, we were all ripping the piss telling him he'd have to drop his strides and that. Off he goes, comes back and we're all wanting to know what she said so he goes "I dropped me strides, her jaw dropped and she just said *adopts Jamaican accent* Get a LOAD of those coconuts".

Supposedly Newcastle officials are flying out to Milan to complete the deal this evening. Would be nice. We're not bothering with a medical, Freddy's just gonna do the cough test on him.

You can't say you adore 60s girl groups. You sound like frigging Pollyanna! I can just imagine you with an LP cuddled into your chest and a big wide-eyed look of happiness on your face swaying to the Supremes.

One day you'll be back on here though, and then you'll remember. 182798[/snapback] But then I'll be reminded of how you fully deserved it for making me get the tattoo and all will be well. Either that or I'll book myself in for further memory wiping - this time to include this website's URL. 182803[/snapback] You'd leave this website for a paltry £5M? 182805[/snapback] We should all chip in, tbh. 182807[/snapback]

Cool your engines, Shido.

Cointreau is a brand of Curacao. The blue stuff tastes the same but it's just coloured for cheesey looking cocktails. It was originally made from the rind of oranges from Curacao. It's also known as Triple Sec. I save these snippets of useless trivia just for you, you know. 182815[/snapback] You are an absolute gimp!

No.

One day you'll be back on here though, and then you'll remember. 182798[/snapback] But then I'll be reminded of how you fully deserved it for making me get the tattoo and all will be well. Either that or I'll book myself in for further memory wiping - this time to include this website's URL.

I once thought I'd need a trip to casualty until I realised I'd eaten a lot of beetroot. 182721[/snapback] How much beetroot are we talking about? Curiouser and curiouser. 182729[/snapback] Tbh a trip to casualty because of a beetroot is not something i would talk about in public. 182796[/snapback] Alex never did mention which hole he was consuming it through.

I'd have my memory wiped to deal with the issue of regret. I'm still sat on about £4.5m, you're dead, and I don't even remember who you WERE, never mind care. I'd have your kids done in prior to the memory wipe too, just to stave off any potential revenge attacks.

I once thought I'd need a trip to casualty until I realised I'd eaten a lot of beetroot. 182721[/snapback] How much beetroot are we talking about? Curiouser and curiouser. 182729[/snapback] About 3 medium ones. Of the fresh rather than pickled variety. Blue Curacao is 80's-tastic btw. 182747[/snapback] I've been to Curacao. I didn't drink any of that muck there though. Or eat enough beetroot to turn my shite red, for that matter. 182750[/snapback] I bet you've had a cocktail with Cointreau in at some point though. 182790[/snapback] That's a very strange bet to be making.

No lasering allowed! 182755[/snapback] Too late! 182771[/snapback] OK, I'm adding the condition that the lasering went wrong and left you with a scar that spelt 'asswank' 182773[/snapback] Plastic surgery comes into play then though. You need to think these threads out more first 182779[/snapback] Yeah, you forget Patrokles, I'm LOADED now. I'd get a whole new face and pay a hitman to bump you off so you can't think of any shit things to happen to my new face.

She should cover your shortpay out of her own wages, the incompetent bitch. THEN have the tattoo done.

No lasering allowed! 182755[/snapback] Too late!