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Previously on "Some people arte just bonkers….."

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  • Peoplesoft bloke
    replied
    Originally posted by DiscoStu View Post
    How heroic
    Indeed - rescue redefined - I never knew it meant "petty interference in stuff that doesn't concern you for no meaningful benefit to anyone".

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  • NotAllThere
    replied
    Originally posted by EternalOptimist View Post
    I've got a little black book with my poems in.
    Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in.
    When I'm a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in.

    I got elastic bands keepin my shoes on.
    Got those swollen hand blues.
    Got thirteen channels of tulip on the T.V. to choose from.
    I've got electric light.
    And I've got second sight.
    And amazing powers of observation.
    And that is how I know
    When I try to get through
    On the telephone to you
    There'll be nobody home.

    I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm.
    And the inevitable pinhole burns
    All down the front of my favorite satin shirt.
    I've got nicotine stains on my fingers.
    I've got a silver spoon on a chain.
    I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.

    I've got wild staring eyes.
    And I've got a strong urge to fly.
    But I got nowhere to fly to.
    Ooooh, Babe when I pick up the phone

    There's still nobody home.

    I've got a pair of Gohills boots
    and I got fading roots




    'Nobody home' Pink Floyd



    I've got a bike...

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  • DiscoStu
    replied
    Originally posted by Wilmslow View Post
    Contractor walks into the building, goes to her desk.

    Finds an extra chair by her desk from someone who was working with her on Friday.

    She wheeled the chair into t he corridor area by her desk.

    I come to the rescue and place it neatly by a desk without a chair – avoids people tripping up over the darned thing.

    Did I get a thanks? Did I heck – gave her my best Paddington bear glare, but she avoided my eye contact.

    Pesky contractors…….
    How heroic

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  • BrilloPad
    replied
    Originally posted by Wilmslow View Post
    Contractor walks into the building, goes to her desk.

    Finds an extra chair by her desk from someone who was working with her on Friday.

    She wheeled the chair into t he corridor area by her desk.

    I come to the rescue and place it neatly by a desk without a chair – avoids people tripping up over the darned thing.

    Did I get a thanks? Did I heck – gave her my best Paddington bear glare, but she avoided my eye contact.

    Pesky contractors…….
    Why not let the first person to come along move it? Why do you have time to move it?

    Sounds like the contractor was doing some work - unlike you.....

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  • EternalOptimist
    replied
    Originally posted by AlfredJPruffock View Post
    I think, I think I am, therefore I am - I think.


    CentralScrutiniser
    of course you are my bright little star
    ive miles
    and miles
    of files
    pretty files
    of your forefathers fruit


    and now to suit our
    great computer,
    youre magnetic ink



    Im more than that, I know I am, at least, I think I must be.


    There you go man, keep as cool as you can.
    Face piles
    And piles
    Of trials
    With smiles


    It riles them to believe
    That you perceive
    The web they weave
    And keep on thinking free
    .

    I've got a little black book with my poems in.
    Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in.
    When I'm a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in.

    I got elastic bands keepin my shoes on.
    Got those swollen hand blues.
    Got thirteen channels of tulip on the T.V. to choose from.
    I've got electric light.
    And I've got second sight.
    And amazing powers of observation.
    And that is how I know
    When I try to get through
    On the telephone to you
    There'll be nobody home.

    I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm.
    And the inevitable pinhole burns
    All down the front of my favorite satin shirt.
    I've got nicotine stains on my fingers.
    I've got a silver spoon on a chain.
    I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.

    I've got wild staring eyes.
    And I've got a strong urge to fly.
    But I got nowhere to fly to.
    Ooooh, Babe when I pick up the phone

    There's still nobody home.

    I've got a pair of Gohills boots
    and I got fading roots




    'Nobody home' Pink Floyd



    Leave a comment:


  • EternalOptimist
    replied
    Originally posted by Wilmslow View Post
    Contractor walks into the building, goes to her desk.

    Finds an extra chair by her desk from someone who was working with her on Friday.

    She wheeled the chair into t he corridor area by her desk.

    I come to the rescue and place it neatly by a desk without a chair – avoids people tripping up over the darned thing.

    Did I get a thanks? Did I heck – gave her my best Paddington bear glare, but she avoided my eye contact.

    Pesky contractors…….
    Ah the old musical chairs con. She was making sure she knew where a spare chair was for when the music stopped




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  • DS23
    replied
    alf do you have an extra "l" in your sig?

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  • AlfredJPruffock
    replied
    I think, I think I am, therefore I am - I think.


    CentralScrutiniser
    of course you are my bright little star
    ive miles
    and miles
    of files
    pretty files
    of your forefathers fruit


    and now to suit our
    great computer,
    youre magnetic ink



    Im more than that, I know I am, at least, I think I must be.


    There you go man, keep as cool as you can.
    Face piles
    And piles
    Of trials
    With smiles


    It riles them to believe
    That you perceive
    The web they weave
    And keep on thinking free
    .
    Last edited by AlfredJPruffock; 27 October 2008, 09:09.

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  • TheBigYinJames
    replied
    Originally posted by basshead View Post
    Perhaps you shouldn't have sniffed it first. I'm sure that put her off.

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  • basshead
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  • Wilmslow
    started a topic Some people arte just bonkers…..

    Some people arte just bonkers…..

    Contractor walks into the building, goes to her desk.

    Finds an extra chair by her desk from someone who was working with her on Friday.

    She wheeled the chair into t he corridor area by her desk.

    I come to the rescue and place it neatly by a desk without a chair – avoids people tripping up over the darned thing.

    Did I get a thanks? Did I heck – gave her my best Paddington bear glare, but she avoided my eye contact.

    Pesky contractors…….

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