Why oh Why

[Mich the Tester]

This thread/posters are irritating me. Grrr.

I know the feeling, tosher.

hic

grr

[MarillionFan]

This thread/posters are irritating me. Grrr.

Would you like to talk about it?

Tell me about your mother.

[Mich the Tester]

Would you like to talk about it?

Tell me about your mother.

She drinks chardonnay and reads the daily mail.

But she's my mum, so I'll forgive her. Sort of.

[MarillionFan]

She drinks chardonnay and reads the daily mail.

But she's my mum, so I'll forgive her. Sort of.

Mmmmmm. Mmmmmm.

Blue rinse?

And she lives by the sea right?

Do you have a fear of seagulls?

[Mich the Tester]

Mmmmmm. Mmmmmm.

Blue rinse?

And she lives by the sea right?

Do you have a fear of seagulls?

No, short arsed northern landlubber, lives on a farm. I'm more likely to be shat upon by a pigeon.

[HairyArsedBloke]

Tell me about your mother.

My mother was a 15 year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.

[MarillionFan]

No, short arsed northern landlubber, lives on a farm. I'm more likely to be shat upon by a pigeon.

Once met a guy who was afraid of Pigeons. Went on a stag do to Amsterdam and he was a mate of a mate, half way through the day and a visit to a coffee shop we walked around the corner to see a women feeding a flock of pigeons. He near shat himself the second he saw them. This was funny in it's own right, but not as much as when they were startled and took off. Stoned, pissed and with a fear of the flying vermin he dropped to his knees and started screaming. This went on for a minute at which point we discovered he had also shat himself.

Very odd.

[Billy-Bob]

This thread/posters are irritating me. Grrr.

Yo shur got a purty avatar

[MarillionFan]

My mother was a 15 year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.

I think I remember her. Only three toes were webbed on her left foot and she liked to be paid in stale bread.

Very odd.

[Mich the Tester]

Once met a guy who was afraid of Pigeons. Went on a stag do to Amsterdam and he was a mate of a mate, half way through the day and a visit to a coffee shop we walked around the corner to see a women feeding a flock of pigeons. He near shat himself the second he saw them. This was funny in it's own right, but not as much as when they were startled and took off. Stoned, pissed and with a fear of the flying vermin he dropped to his knees and started screaming. This went on for a minute at which point we discovered he had also shat himself.

Very odd.

My dad traps wood pigeons. Very tasty indeed. Try this; Devonshire Chefs Recipe - Seared Wood Pigeon, Lishman's Smoked Bacon & Black Pudding Salad, & Cumberland Sauce - by Chris Woodward

But ignore the wine advice; an Argie Malbec will be better.