- 17-04-2012, 19:23 #1
Customer reviews Some are quite funny!Older,but no wiser.
- 17-04-2012, 19:28 #2
- 17-04-2012, 19:31 #3
That did make me chuckle. Bad times indeed!'Scissors cuts paper, paper covers rock, rock crushes lizard, lizard poisons Spock, Spock smashes scissors, scissors decapitates lizard, lizard eats paper, paper disproves Spock, Spock vaporizes rock, and as it always has, rock crushes scissors.' - Sheldon Cooper
- 17-04-2012, 19:56 #4
After an extremley drunken night in Holyhead, I woke up in the morning next to some pig who I didn't go to bed with the night before........
As my eyesight was a little dodgy, I put some of this shite on my toothbrush.
JEEZUS! Not very pleasant.... on the plus side, I haven't had a single hair on my gums since......
- 17-04-2012, 22:04 #5
Andrew has to be an alias of Porridge GunI read Arrse - that's not an alternative to palmestry
Xylitol kills dogs, remember Eddie - http://www.facebook.com/The.Eddy.Project
- 17-04-2012, 23:25 #6
- 17-04-2012, 23:49 #7
I haven't had a laugh like that in ages. Well done that man, maybe we should copy and paste some onto here?
"Alright I suppose.
Works well on my cat. And on my ferret. And on my baby's head. And my gran's arse."
- 17-04-2012, 23:53 #8
- Join Date
- Nov 2005
WHO can post does not work on Scouse women judging by recent ladies day pictures.
Doing it with a finger or two,eyes scrunched a bit near the screen, trying to make sure I don't make a mess or mistake in the process.-Tony Blair on perkele!
- 18-04-2012, 07:11 #9
- 18-04-2012, 11:46 #10
7,218 of 7,357 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars
By Edgar (Baltimore) - See all my reviews
This review is from: Tuscan Whole Milk, 1 Gallon, 128 fl oz (Misc.)
Once upon a mid-day sunny, while I savored Nuts 'N Honey,
With my Tuscan Whole Milk, 1 gal, 128 fl. oz., I swore
As I went on with my lapping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at the icebox door.
'Bad condensor, that,' I muttered, 'vibrating the icebox door -
Only this, and nothing more.'
Not to sound like a complainer, but, in an inept half-gainer,
I provoked my bowl to tip and spill its contents on the floor.
Stupefied, I came to muddle over that increasing puddle,
Burgeoning deluge of that which I at present do adore -
Snowy Tuscan wholesomeness exclusively produced offshore -
Purg'ed here for evermore.
And the pool so white and silky, filled me with a sense of milky
Ardor of the type fantastic of a loss not known before,
So that now, to still the throbbing of my heart, while gently sobbing,
I retreated, heading straightway for the tempting icebox door -
Heedless of that pitter-patter tapping at the icebox door -
I resolved to have some more.
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
'This,' said I, 'requires an extra dram of milk, my favorite pour.'
To the icebox I aspired, motivated to admire
How its avocado pigment complemented my decor.
Then I grasped its woodgrain handle - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams of Tuscans I had known before
But the light inside was broken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only words there spoken were my whispered words, 'No more!'
Coke and beer, some ketchup I set eyes on, and an apple core -
Merely this and nothing more.
Back toward the table turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
'Surely,' said I, 'surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'
From the window came a stirring, then, with an incessant purring,
Inside stepped a kitten; mannerlessly did she me ignore.
Not the least obeisance made she; not a minute stopped or stayed she;
But, with mien of lord or lady, withdrew to my dining floor -
Pounced upon the pool of Tuscan spreading o'er my dining floor -
Licked, and lapped, and supped some more.
Then this tiny cat beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grand enthusiasm of the countenance she wore,
Toward the mess she showed no pity, 'til I said, 'Well, hello, kitty!'
Sought she me with pretty eyes that seemed to open some rapport.
So I pleaded, 'Tell me, tell me what it is that you implore!'
Quoth the kitten, 'Get some more.'
Tuscan Whole Milk, 1 Gallon, 128 fl oz: Amazon.com: Grocery & Gourmet Food