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Posted by Dr Rich on 08-30-2008 at05:24:
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Originally posted by Ron E
ach, you were lucky to have a store, laddy, I had to go into a cardboard box in the middle of the freeway! |
You were lucky to have a box! We lived for three months in a brown paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six o'clock in the morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out. When we got home, out Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!
Posted by Captain Pedantic on 08-30-2008 at15:32:
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Originally posted by Dr Rich
You were lucky to have a box! We lived for three months in a brown paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six o'clock in the morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out. When we got home, out Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt! |
Luxury!
Posted by wayneb on 08-30-2008 at20:25:
"We used to DREAM of having a paper bag...."
Posted by DwDunphy on 08-30-2008 at22:13:
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Originally posted by wayneb
"We used to DREAM of having a paper bag...." |
We used to walk ten miles to school every day in the freezing snow. We had to strap cats to our feet to keep them warm because we couldn't afford galoshes... And We Liked It That Way!!
Posted by Dr Rich on 08-31-2008 at00:26:
We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, go to work at the mill every day for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were LUCKY!
Posted by wakachiwaka on 08-31-2008 at00:59:
Just to put it to bed once and for all...
Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves singing "Hallelujah."
Posted by Dr Rich on 08-31-2008 at01:35:
RE: Just to put it to bed once and for all...
But you try and tell the young people today that... and they won't believe ya'.
ALL: Nope, nope..
Posted by wayneb on 08-31-2008 at03:41:
...having walked 17 miles around town to find an unsecured wireless network that I could log onto with my Commodore 64, so that I can post this message.....
You are right! Young people today have it easy!!!!!!!!!
Posted by Captain Pedantic on 08-31-2008 at04:23:
ALBATROSS! Get yer albatross!
Posted by Dr Rich on 08-31-2008 at07:32:
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Originally posted by wakachiwaka
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Originally posted by Ron E
ach, you were lucky to have a store, laddy, I had to go into a cardboard box in the middle of the freeway! |
You were lucky. I shopped for records in a brown paper bag in a septic tank, and when I got to the checkout counter, the clerk would slice me in two with a bread knife. |
The clerk at the lake would take my DA records and replace them with the Tuxedo Clad Megastar records and murder me in cold blood!
Posted by Myron on 08-31-2008 at18:17:
My parents forced me to listen to Honeytree....I WIN!!
Posted by DwDunphy on 08-31-2008 at20:51:
'E's not pinin'! 'E's passed on! This parrot is no more! He has ceased to be!
'E's expired and gone to meet 'is maker! 'E's a stiff!
Bereft of life, 'e rests in peace! If you hadn't nailed 'im to the perch 'e'd be pushing up the daisies! 'Is metabolic processes are now 'istory! 'E's off the twig! 'E's kicked the bucket, 'e's shuffled off 'is mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin' choir invisible!! THIS IS AN EX-PARROT!!
Posted by Captain Pedantic on 08-31-2008 at23:55:
Get yer albatross here! ALBATROSS!
Posted by DwDunphy on 09-01-2008 at08:08:
Is your wife a goer? You know, a goer? Eh? Eh?? Nudge, nudge, wink, wink, know what I mean? Ahhh, say no more, say no more!! Arrr!!!
Posted by wakachiwaka on 09-01-2008 at17:18:
...and so on, and so on...
Good morning, gentlemen. This is a twelve-storey block combining classical neo-Georgian features with all the advantages of modern design. Now, the tenants arrive in the entrance hall here, are carried along the corridor on a conveyor belt in extreme comfort and past murals depicting Mediterranean scenes, towards the rotating knives. The last twenty feet of the corridor are heavily soundproofed. The blood pours down these chutes and the mangled flesh slurps into these large contai--
Posted by Dr Rich on 09-01-2008 at17:36:
Mr Mousebender: And I thought to myself, "A little fermented curd will do the trick," so, I curtailed my Walpoling activities, sallied forth, and infiltrated your place of purveyance to negotiate the vending of some cheesy comestibles.
Henry Wenslydale: Come again?
Mr Mousebender: I want to buy some cheese.
Henry Wenslydale: Oh, I thought you were complaining about the bouzouki player.
Mr Mousebender: Certainly not. I am one who delights in all manifestations of the Terpsichorean muse.
Henry Wenslydale: Sorry?
Mr Mousebender: [in a silly Northern accent] Ooh, I like a nice dance - you're forced to.
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