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Post by graham on Feb 7, 2022 16:34:52 GMT -5
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Post by graham on Feb 9, 2022 12:59:38 GMT -5
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Post by graham on May 13, 2022 15:51:15 GMT -5
My surfing buddy just told me he hates my f*****g guts.
Well, actually what he said was that he went surfing without me today, but same thing...
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Post by graham on Jun 12, 2022 6:03:20 GMT -5
It's really hot here today, so I've taken off my clothes and opened all the windows.
I feel much better, but I'm not sure everyone else on the bus is impressed...
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Post by graham on Jul 10, 2022 5:32:00 GMT -5
On the rooftop opposite my window:  |
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Post by graham on Aug 1, 2022 6:35:49 GMT -5
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Post by graham on Aug 14, 2022 9:55:20 GMT -5
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Post by graham on Nov 25, 2022 17:20:36 GMT -5
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Post by graham on Dec 12, 2022 16:02:02 GMT -5
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Post by graham on Dec 17, 2022 8:10:31 GMT -5
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Post by graham on Jan 15, 2023 8:06:20 GMT -5
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Post by graham on Jan 19, 2023 16:00:52 GMT -5
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Post by graham on Feb 23, 2023 10:47:12 GMT -5
I played the new Monopoly game "UK 2023" yesterday.
It's a much quicker game, if you land on Electric Company you go bankrupt.
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Post by MalcolmR on Mar 9, 2023 11:04:53 GMT -5
Brummies think Birmingham is Britain's second city.
Scousers think Liverpool is Britain's second city.
Mancunians think London is Britain's second city.
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Post by MalcolmR on Mar 28, 2023 13:30:36 GMT -5
It was the turn of the Royal Irish Guards to perform sentry duty at Buckingham Palace. Poor Paddy Murphy had only just passed his basic training and was manning one of the posts. It was his first time in London having spent most of his life in the bogs of Tipperary.
Standing proudly to attention, in his smart new uniform, The Regimental Sergeant Major marches over to him:
“MURPHY” he screamed.
“Yes, Sarn’t-major” came the faint reply.
“THE KING IS ON HIS WAY. WHEN HE GETS HERE, YOU TELL ME, RIGHT AWAY, DO YOU HEAR ME? RIGHT AWAY. AS SOON AS HE GETS HERE.”
“Yes, Sarn’t-major”.
But this gave Paddy a problem. He had never seen the King and didn’t know what he looked like, they had had no television on their farm in Ireland, he’d only heard his voice on the wireless.
A Jaguar approached and Guardsman Murphy signalled it to stop. He stuck his head in the back window and asked “Are you the King, Sir?” “No, I’m Prince William” was the reply. Paddy apologised and let the car go.
A Range Rover approached, so Paddy stopped it. “Are you the King, Sir?” He again enquired. “No, I’m Prince Edward”, so he let that car go too.
Then a Bentley hove into view. Paddy stopped it and again asked “Are you the King, Sir?” “Yes, I am” came the reply.
“Well you’d better fuck off quick ‘cos the RSM is looking for you and he isn’t in a very good mood”.
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