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Candy?Mrs HIAG and the two lads went out to try their luck. We live in a very plush neighbourhood, and you'd think the illicitly gained booty would be top-dollar, but most of them are blue-rinsers, and they're miserable bastards. They close the curtains and keep the lights off, but I've taught my 6 year old to shout through the letterbox, "Your car's on the drive, you idiot! Now, give me some ****ing candy, and make it the good stuff!"
I stayed in. I'm not keen on all this begging lark. I'm not adverse it, though, when any local kids knock, not that I get many come my way, as my property is somewhat out of the way, on the edge of a very dark wood. Ironically, the kind of place that you'd want to hang out on Halloween. But I keep a bucket of sweeties, just in case. One has got to show willing, I believe. Well, as it happened, there was a tinkle on the bell, at around 11pm. I ambled to the door, bucket of sweeties in hand, and there on my porch stood a couple of pimply, pasty-faced individuals. They looked a little old to be out trick-r-treating, and they were wearing suits ffs!
"They're the worst Halloween costumes I have ever seen!" I said. "You look like Jehovah Witnesses, for ****sake! If you can't make the effort, you're not getting your sticky fingers on my sweeties!"
Well, it turned out that they were, in fact, Jehovah Witnesses. They wanted to preach the Good Word to me, and tell me that the pumpkin Jack-O-Lanterns on my porch were symbols of Satan, so I politely told them to **** off and closed the door, and went back to watching my DVD of The Exorcist.
Mrs HIAG and the two lads went out to try their luck. We live in a very plush neighbourhood, and you'd think the illicitly gained booty would be top-dollar, but most of them are blue-rinsers, and they're miserable bastards. They close the curtains and keep the lights off, but I've taught my 6 year old to shout through the letterbox, "Your car's on the drive, you idiot! Now, give me some ****ing candy, and make it the good stuff!"
I stayed in. I'm not keen on all this begging lark. I'm not adverse it, though, when any local kids knock, not that I get many come my way, as my property is somewhat out of the way, on the edge of a very dark wood. Ironically, the kind of place that you'd want to hang out on Halloween. But I keep a bucket of sweeties, just in case. One has got to show willing, I believe. Well, as it happened, there was a tinkle on the bell, at around 11pm. I ambled to the door, bucket of sweeties in hand, and there on my porch stood a couple of pimply, pasty-faced individuals. They looked a little old to be out trick-r-treating, and they were wearing suits ffs!
"They're the worst Halloween costumes I have ever seen!" I said. "You look like Jehovah Witnesses, for ****sake! If you can't make the effort, you're not getting your sticky fingers on my sweeties!"
Well, it turned out that they were, in fact, Jehovah Witnesses. They wanted to preach the Good Word to me, and tell me that the pumpkin Jack-O-Lanterns on my porch were symbols of Satan, so I politely told them to **** off and closed the door, and went back to watching my DVD of The Exorcist.
You really must have a sad life, if you spent time writing this bollocks.

Is that the chuckle brothers like button club Homey?Could be another corker on 606....just been for my daily patrol through the threads....potential for issues today...got my Walkie talkie if **** hits the fan and back up required.
Is that the chuckle brothers like button club Homey?
I don't take sides. I use my own mind. The Walkie talkie is there for you too. If you are sinking, call me Skid.

You really must have a sad life, if you spent time writing this bollocks.
I touch-type with a speed of around 120 words per minute.
I taught myself from a Pitman course board that I borrowed from a local library, one Summer hols from University. It took me approximately 6 weeks to go through the entire book and to master the Pitman method. I used to practice on my mother's electric typewriter, and I have been practising ever since, roughly 30 years. It's a skill that has put me in very great stead.
So, please, don't you try and tell me that I have a sad life.


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I don't take sides. I use my own mind. The Walkie talkie is there for you too. If you are sinking, call me Skid.

Sure you don't HomeyI don't take sides. I use my own mind. The Walkie talkie is there for you too. If you are sinking, call me Skid.

I touch-type with a speed of around 120 words per minute.
I taught myself from a Pitman course book that I borrowed from a local library, one Summer hols from University. It took me approximately 6 weeks to go through the entire book and to master the Pitman method. I used to practice on my mother's electric typewriter, and I have been practising ever since, roughly 30 years. It's a skill that has put me in very great stead.
So, please, don't you try and tell me that I have a sad life.
Indeed the Irish were eliminated in the first round as their cabriolet sub looked good but performed like Spurs... who won? .... if it's the Russians, the sub will probably be on steroids ...
Jehovah's knocking on your door at 11 pm?Mrs HIAG and the two lads went out to try their luck. We live in a very plush neighbourhood, and you'd think the illicitly gained booty would be top-dollar, but most of them are blue-rinsers, and they're miserable bastards. They close the curtains and keep the lights off, but I've taught my 6 year old to shout through the letterbox, "Your car's on the drive, you idiot! Now, give me some ****ing candy, and make it the good stuff!"
I stayed in. I'm not keen on all this begging lark. I'm not adverse it, though, when any local kids knock, not that I get many come my way, as my property is somewhat out of the way, on the edge of a very dark wood. Ironically, the kind of place that you'd want to hang out on Halloween. But I keep a bucket of sweeties, just in case. One has got to show willing, I believe. Well, as it happened, there was a tinkle on the bell, at around 11pm. I ambled to the door, bucket of sweeties in hand, and there on my porch stood a couple of pimply, pasty-faced individuals. They looked a little old to be out trick-r-treating, and they were wearing suits ffs!
"They're the worst Halloween costumes I have ever seen!" I said. "You look like Jehovah Witnesses, for ****sake! If you can't make the effort, you're not getting your sticky fingers on my sweeties!"
Well, it turned out that they were, in fact, Jehovah Witnesses. They wanted to preach the Good Word to me, and tell me that the pumpkin Jack-O-Lanterns on my porch were symbols of Satan, so I politely told them to **** off and closed the door, and went back to watching my DVD of The Exorcist.
Will do Skid..
I touch-type with a speed of around 120 words per minute.
I taught myself from a Pitman course book that I borrowed from a local library, one Summer hols from University. It took me approximately 6 weeks to go through the entire book and to master the Pitman method. I used to practice on my mother's electric typewriter, and I have been practising ever since, roughly 30 years. It's a skill that has put me in very great stead.
So, please, don't you try and tell me that I have a sad life.
