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Post by Slinger on Mar 28, 2020 16:28:27 GMT
I've had a tidal brainwave, so...
I was thinking that the government should issue all of us with Morris Dancers' costumes. The bells would work to warn other people when we were coming and to keep clear, we could smack our staves together instead of shaking hands and still keep 2m apart, and we'd always have a couple of hankies to cover our coughs. There's also a pretty fair chance that most of us would be too embarrassed to be seen, so self-isolation would be a doddle.
Now we just need to figure out how to get rid of that f*cking button-accordion player. 🤣
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Post by ChrisB on Mar 28, 2020 17:09:52 GMT
I see a problem with this. All of the Poles are about to leave the country.
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Post by Slinger on Mar 28, 2020 18:04:47 GMT
I see a problem with this. All of the Poles are about to leave the country. *groan*
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Post by ChrisB on Mar 28, 2020 18:11:01 GMT
I see a problem with this. All of the Poles are about to leave the country. *groan* :D The proper response. Sorry!
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Post by Slinger on Mar 28, 2020 18:42:30 GMT
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Post by jandl100 on Mar 29, 2020 6:30:49 GMT
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Post by Slinger on Mar 29, 2020 12:34:10 GMT
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Post by MartinT on Mar 29, 2020 12:41:58 GMT
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Post by Slinger on Mar 29, 2020 20:40:15 GMT
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Post by julesd68 on Mar 30, 2020 0:56:33 GMT
Corona madness strikes again. Priceless.
A tweet from NW Motorway Police -
< A driver has travelled from Coventry to Salford to collect a £15 EBay purchase of windows. His wife could not fit in the vehicle so she was travelling in the boot for the return journey when stopped on the M6 Cheshire. The driver was given a TOR for the offence.>
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Post by MikeMusic on Mar 30, 2020 9:37:31 GMT
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Post by MartinT on Mar 30, 2020 12:05:33 GMT
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Post by Slinger on Mar 30, 2020 12:20:51 GMT
I've got one of those, if you replace the drawer on the right with a gas oven. I never let my late wife buy any appliances again, at least, not without me measuring up first.
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Post by Mr Whippy on Mar 30, 2020 17:07:17 GMT
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Post by MartinT on Mar 31, 2020 9:56:17 GMT
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Post by MikeMusic on Mar 31, 2020 13:27:39 GMT
You have to read this first...... The Dog’s Diary 8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing! 9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing! 9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing! 10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing! 12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing! 1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing! 3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing! 5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing! 7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing! 8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing! 11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing! The Cat’s Diary : Day 983 of My Captivity My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am. Bastards! There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of “allergies.” I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ... around in many places, this was nicked from Huffposttaking the dogs for a walk - My favourite thing ! back soon
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Post by MikeMusic on Mar 31, 2020 14:45:08 GMT
Bearing in mind I look after 6 dogs, often said that owners become like their dogs.....
The boss said today that lunch was her favourite meal of the day
and I thought
Every meal I eat is -
My favourite thing !
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Post by speedysteve on Mar 31, 2020 19:15:32 GMT
I'm with the cat.. eat to live, not live to eat 😉
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Post by MikeMusic on Mar 31, 2020 19:30:45 GMT
It's my favourite thing ! until the next one
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Post by Slinger on Apr 1, 2020 13:21:57 GMT
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