Goatherder on Wrong Page

In a nutshell - I can't log into my own page! Goats are horny, horny, horny, horny! etc. While I'm here - does anyone fancy a fight? Usual address, except wait til I'm away on holiday, and Statto is back. Then firebomb it, and see if I ferking care. Who let the goats out? Bleat! Bleat!

FirstPosted: 15/03/2002 | LastModified: 15/03/2002 | Added by: PCUK

So where's my damn laptop then Sony!

f***in sort it out! [2 days later] ..ah it's been delivered .. cool :)

FirstPosted: 22/11/2001 | LastModified: 24/11/2001 | Added by: 303admin

Porcelain Figurines

What the fuck are they all about. I mean.. your average porcelain figurine stands statically on a shelf collecting dust in some blue rinse nightmare, only to get thrown out when she dies right. You can actually picture the look on the (grown up) kids faces when they're clearing out the house.. "shall we keep this" Nah stick it in the car boot sale. Of course, in about one hundred years it'll be worth an absolute fucking fortune. But no-one really wants to keep a load of dusty old porcelain figurines around just in case one of them happened to be worth something in that lifespan. I mean I didn't consider the possible monetary returns of those little Chitty chitty bang bang cars when I was stamping on them and seeing if they really would fly at the age of 8 did I ? How much do you suppose the porcelain figurine market is actually worth in this country. Is it a major manufacturing employer for example. Are there groups of Macdonalds rejects sitting in rows watching unpainted china dolls going past on a conveyer somewhere for instance. porcelain figurines. I mean what useful purpose do they serve. cuh

FirstPosted: 25/10/2001 | LastModified: 25/10/2001 | Added by: 303admin

View from the 12th Century

Hello, good evening and goats. I've just travelled forward in time to tell you about this gonk in my local "The Fist & Maiden" called Nostradamus. Every bastard night the smug wanker sits there claiming to know what will happen in the future. I am bleeding sick of it, so I set out to disprove his theory. Firstly, he has absolutely no idea which cock will win the annual St Swithin's Chicken Royale Rumble - Secondly, he didn't even know a pint of Mild was going up half a groat next thursday and last of all, before leaving in triumph for a night in the lock up I TWATTED him square in the boat race with a mighty right hander. I summed up this erudite philosophical discussion with Mr Damus in a parting shot simply by saying "You didn't see that fucker coming now did you?" I rest my case.

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FirstPosted: 23/10/2001 | LastModified: 23/10/2001 | Added by: 303admin