General Chat

GP, I have delusions of adequacy :-S

BR,

Welcome to the world of secret societies.

Within these posts are clues to the arcane secrets of our
forefathers ;-) ;-)

just because you are impotent doesn't mean you have to dress impotent :-D :-D

to this pillock who keeps doing the reporting of innocent postings - do one, go and play somewhere else, Afghanistan, or the middle of a motorway somewhere - do us all a favour and drop dead

AnnC, AnnC

Please, calm down. I have no doubt that the RR'r feeds on such acrimonious thoughts.

You are only causing the person to become obese :-( ;-) :-D :-D

Allan - I have spoken to the High Commander of Philosophy and he suggests that we meet the RRr on neutral ground preferably near where the tide regularly ebbs and flows in a day. :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D ;-) ;-) ;-)

GP

OK, I'll bring my cable tow

And I'm now going to watch New Tricks.

I'll see you all tomorrow

Big Blister ;-)

and a few concrete blocks

It's alright it's okay it doesn't really matter if your old and grey

It's alright it's okay and hopefully the RRer disappears and goes away

It's alright we're doing fine it doesn't really matter if the sun don't shine

It's alright I say it's okay, the rest of us are friends at the end of the day.

The Big Blister's head slowly turned, and a grin spread across his face.

"YOU," boomed the Big Blister, pointing towards the Little Blister, "Shall Monitor the General thread,"

All eyes were turned towards the Little Blister, who was gripped by fear and tension, although his bladder was beginning to feel very relaxed.

The Big Blister walked over to the Little Blister and intoned, "If thee travel safely through the Chasms of Darkness and return safely from the Abyss, then shall thee be elevated to a full Blister"

Little Blister's face bore a rapturous expression.

This was nothing to do with the forthcoming ordeal, but everything to do with a few volts dc passing from the laptop, through sodden trousers.

If the Laptop had been plugged into the mains, the rapture would have been more intense, although of much shorter duration and possibly terminal

Only just seen this.
:-D :-D :-D :-D :-D Allan.

'Be yee, prepared?" asked the Big Blister

"Err, I think so," the Little Blister responded, "Will I still have to wear the scarf of no-peeking?"

The Big Blister sighed.

The quality, and intelligence, of the new candidates was simply appalling. No fire in their bellies (although the Little Blister's belly was still feeling warm from the electro-stimulation) no dedication; All they want to do is wear a pinny and play with their laptops,

This was rather a harsh summation given that the Little Blister was, in fact, one of his own children.

"If yee wear the scarf of no-peeking, how the bl**dy h*ll are you going to see the monitor!"

This what at some variance with the actual words in the Ritual, but it had been a long day, and the Big Blister was hungry wanting only to fill the allotted quota of RR's and then go down to Pub for a pie and a pint.

So you don't reckon GP will be needing Damocles Sword then Big Blister..

Will we be doing the pub quiz down at the Dog's Bollox.

Only if they let me take in the curry and chips from the local Chink..., sorry, Chinese Chippie

oooh ... you are sailing, you are sailing,......... not sure your tacking maneuver, will ensure you a safe passage.

The Big Blister glared around the room.

The other Blisters knuckled down to their allotted tasks.

A deep silence descended, as it rightly should on such a solemn occasion; the Rite of Passage from Little Blister to the exalted angle of Blister.

As the ceremony continued, some of the Blisters became too absorbed in their work and every now and again the silence was punctuated by whispered mutterings such as "Got'ya!" and "No, no no, you can't use that word!"

Ooh, I'm utterly enthralled.

This seems to confirm my long held belief that the RR-ers wet themselves with excitement when they do that dirty deed.

All hail to you Allan for exposing their innermost whatever it is.

Suddenly, the silence was not so much broken, as shattered into a thousand shards (it's a good job that I didn't try typing that last night!)

"Big Blister! Big Blister!"

It could only be, it had to be, the Little Blister.

Smashing his gavel onto his laptop (it was his third new laptop in as many weeks) he strode purposefully to the Little Blister, who was fervently praying that his bowels would not follow the path of his wayward bladder .

"WELL!"

The Little Blister, who was feeling anything but well, said. "I've just seen a post that talks about an old, fat, wrinkled, grey thing"

Tears came into the Big Blisters eyes.

This sounded like the Big One

Mentally, the heinous crimes were ticked off: ageism, sexism, negative body image.

"Report it!"

"But, but......"

"Report it!'

The Little Blister had no option but to obey.

To the mutual satisfaction of all, the Hall was eventually closed in accordance with ancient custom.

This involved ensuring that the lights were turned off, likewise the immersion heater, before all could scuttle off to their various non-hall activities.

I should have treated the blister on my belly with more respect

:-(

Absolutely, Scozz:-)

You have a genuine blister

The rest are mere imitations :-D :-D

One prick and they're gone.

Oh! I've got an idea for a new title for the Big Blister ;-) :-D :-D