I'm never going to get to the end of this post...
sob...
Yes, it could be said that my humour is a bit strange - I guess I will post one of my regular (regular...? me...?) SciFi stories in the cafe and you'll see what I mean...
Scott,
you take the red pill and find out just how big the squirrel drey is... or as my wifes KY uncle would say, "
gooud eat-in' " (Jackie, my wife, is KY'ian but has been here since 2 weeks before JFK took his last ride in Dallas,
so she has an alibi... I was/still am tempted to use the monicker of Ken Tucky if I successfully publish)
There are several other adverts - the Rutger Hauer ones and the White horse one are just as good...
I was a dedicated Guinness drinker up until the news (
NEWS, I was DEVASTED...! ) that Guinness was no longer "
suitable for vegetarians", which I am - my buddy Graham calls me a "Sad B*st*rd", he knows me too well... He's as carniverous as I am not... probably why we get on so well - sort of like my younger brother, and him vicky-verky... I scanned a beer mat and took out the edging to produce the image, then removed the logo from the glass...
WARNING...! WARNING...! GEEK ALERT...!sorry...
Chromium - steer clear of Mr Creosote...
Rob - send the BB over here and I'll check it out for you, my
SAW is still quite sharp -
room for a sequel...
Mark, you are the
fire and I am the fifty gallon drum of ethanol with the hose and the hand-pump...