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BritGAF |OT3| It's good, but it's not right.
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CyclopsRock
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I work in Barbican, the red-headed step child of the City.
Musha_Soturi
Member
Sikamikanico is good people, he can definitely be in our gang.
I boosted the meet thread so you can sub it, would be good if you can make it.
I boosted the meet thread so you can sub it, would be good if you can make it.
Sikamikanico
#1 Dad
Was nice to meet you Musha
I'll definitely try to come along.On a side note, spilled orange juice on my work laptop. Oops.
On another side note, please like my bands facebook page BritGAF, it would make me a very happy man!
www.facebook.com/10minutestorest
Go on, you know you want to!
Little Old Man
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2013 Specialized S-works Stumpjumper FSR Carbon.
Once you realise you don't actually need a £7,000 bike, you can swap it for my considerably more modest FSR.
Musha_Soturi
Member
Was nice to meet you Musha
On a side note, spilled orange juice on my work laptop. Oops.
On another side note, please like my bands facebook page BritGAF, it would make me a very happy man!
www.facebook.com/10minutestorest
Go on, you know you want to!
Liked.
I'll definitely come along to a gig.
Where do you work?
NinjaBoiX
Member
Fresh frozen bakery ready to be cooked in my oven. It's making my mouth water.
Life is great.
edit steak bake was a 2/10. Nothing on a Greggs steak bake.
Aww yiss! Sonic Boom just came up on my ipod shuffle.
NinjaBoiX
Member
You cooked it wrong Kent. You're a culinary clown my friend.
Near Borough underground station.
Jackben
bitch I'm taking calls.
Good morning one and all of the fabulous fellows, lady and water fowel of BritGAF. It is a particularly beautiful morning here in the Colonies, one such that I would wager even would place a smile upon the most dour, snaggle-toothed and inbred face should they care to visit their American cousins.
Such a morning is not unique to the American imperial outpost, but I am told also present even on the streets of London. This summer's morning must be significant to even those who pursue selfish pleasures and the less selfish who are busy in working business, forcing them to take notice of the gorgeous scene before them. I am told there is a light and springly air about the dirty streets which are accustomed to gaseous plumes of smog from city pollution and flatulence of the locals alongside a thick channel of running vomit from the local pubs and clubs which has been affectionately named 'the Thames'.
The final intoxicated soul who may find their way home in this afternoon after collecting his well-deserved taxpayer supplied stipend, roaring out their plans of grandiose appointment and wisdom; he gives way to a ranting vagrant whom has been left to his own devices after both local welfare and law enforcement have abandoned him, frothing at the mouth in some fever dream of women, warmth and food.
The intoxicated and incontinent population have begun to disappear from the fair streets, going off to bed and to spending their time on internet message boards for most of the day, whilst the sober, organized and leading population cranks the machinery by which the world is moved. The bully pulpits are happily deserted: the ill-contents too tired to move; and the selected thoroughfares of profligate misery are full and happily out of sight and out of mind.
Such a morning is not unique to the American imperial outpost, but I am told also present even on the streets of London. This summer's morning must be significant to even those who pursue selfish pleasures and the less selfish who are busy in working business, forcing them to take notice of the gorgeous scene before them. I am told there is a light and springly air about the dirty streets which are accustomed to gaseous plumes of smog from city pollution and flatulence of the locals alongside a thick channel of running vomit from the local pubs and clubs which has been affectionately named 'the Thames'.
The final intoxicated soul who may find their way home in this afternoon after collecting his well-deserved taxpayer supplied stipend, roaring out their plans of grandiose appointment and wisdom; he gives way to a ranting vagrant whom has been left to his own devices after both local welfare and law enforcement have abandoned him, frothing at the mouth in some fever dream of women, warmth and food.
The intoxicated and incontinent population have begun to disappear from the fair streets, going off to bed and to spending their time on internet message boards for most of the day, whilst the sober, organized and leading population cranks the machinery by which the world is moved. The bully pulpits are happily deserted: the ill-contents too tired to move; and the selected thoroughfares of profligate misery are full and happily out of sight and out of mind.
It is sad to see, Ninja in such a manner. At some pivotal juncture, he must have chosen to shelter himself within the artificial barriers he had for many years been erecting, between himself and all those subtle essences of humanity which will elude those too entrenched in the knowledge of the wise.
And to you, Donkey, I think only of goodness, to which I shall with faith hold you favorably in thought always, for you have always treated others with utmost kindness and brotherhood.
I must say beautifully and also admit my thoughts: Whenst I originally came to these lands of Britain, an rough common lad whose ugly heart bled ceaselessly for friendship, your kingly feathers were shared in friendship and every prosperity. Your fierce beak an embodiment of graceful bounty whenst thou speaks. It is your ways upon which the stones of the strongest London buildings are made, not more real, or more impossible to displace with your wings, than your presence and influence have been to me.
Musha was the most practical of females for prowling about the thread. How she got from one topic to another was a mystery beyond solution. A lady so decorous in herself, and so highly connected, was not to be suspected of dropping over the banisters or sliding down them, yet her extraordinary facility of locomotion suggested the wild idea.
There was a heavy ornamental piece of furniture near his desktop computer at his place of business, upon which Mr. Jack Hart Bennington had a very strong inclination to pitch forcefully at Mr. Thomas Lashbrook's head.
Yeah, sorry about that mate. We had seriously heavy rain here between 9am and 12/1pm. Majority of it has cleared up now.
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Jackben said:
Musha_Soturi
Member
I think he's finally gone mad. He can't take the Britishness of the thread anymore.
Only just hit Staly Vegas just about step out of door to walk dog also
donkey show
Member
Fuck, can't stop thinking about Notts lass. I really should stop listening to Timberlake right now. xD
Hot Coldman
Banned
In other news heres a homeless man hoovering a puddle:
is his name Jackben
i love the ability to make threads, even if i dont want to.
Jackben
bitch I'm taking calls.
I applaud that man. Someone has to clean up after the disgusting huddled masses, yearning to be free...of the contents in their loins and bowels.
I'm lactose intolerant.CHEEZMO;57552944 said:I didn't even want a mention anyway
Everyone knows you're the best CHEEZ I didn't think I had to say it
NinjaBoiX
Member
Chinner, please, you know I can't stand it when people make fun of my junior status.
Anything but the junior status.
QuicheFontaine
Member
Moving flats tomorrow, so I get to spend the entire evening tonight going over every surface with lemon scented wet wipes in an attempt to ensure I get my extortionate deposit back.
And, to finish off all the food in the flat, Chinese chow mein flavoured super noodles for tea.
>:-( what a shit day
And, to finish off all the food in the flat, Chinese chow mein flavoured super noodles for tea.
>:-( what a shit day
if you could still make threads, what would your next thread be about? which member would you adopt as a pet?
also my attempt to watch cosmos with my girlfriend failed, too sciency for her and she got bored, she's only interested in the ones about aliens and space travel.... guess I'll watch the whole series by myself.
Just take photos of everything before you leave.
Deaf Spacker
Memb
Can the homeless guy come and hoover my place?
PS Jackben has gone nuts.
PS Jackben has gone nuts.
QuicheFontaine
Member
Shouldn't I also have taken photos when I moved in for this to work?
Cos I didn't (but will at the new place).
NinjaBoiX
Member
Not desperate or sycophantic enough.
But at a push, probably Onkel, so he could cook me awesome meals every day.
The inherent and apparently unintentional irony of this post is delicious.
Hot Coldman
Banned
Who?
NinjaBoiX
Member
hey how's it going
Darren870
Member
Hey BritGAF, I'm in a really shitty mood and just feel like overusing the word "cunt" for no reason.
If anyone finds it offensive, I apologise. But this is how I feel currently
Tell me about it. Today sucked, work sucked, weather sucked.
Chinner, I'm coming to Thailand. Make room for me and find me a job a head of time. I'll bring the champagne.
I was actually having a really good day, I get home and my mum pissed me off almost instantly.
That cunt scene in In Bruges is brilliant!
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