in light of the above (idleLayabout)… I am very familiar with the inexplicable phenomena that happens in cape town every time it rains – a mere hint of rain and Capetonians can’t drive. Fact. I have anticipated this and have cleverly calculated that my 7 minute journey to work will take me 3 hours and have therefore not left my house for the office yet.
betenoir: I’m prepared to weather that storm. idle layabout: Hey, that’s just the way we roll. anicker: So true. A storm in a teacup writ large. nrvs: and sporting events.
It’s all my fault I had my car washed at Howard Centre on Wednesday in honour of Betenoirs’ birthday (so she could ride in a clean coach and four to her birthday supper)and we all know it rains when you have your car washed.
Engineers would do just as good of a job as the meteorologists. For that matter, so would housewives, doctors, chicken ranchers, social workers, and homeless people. I don’t have much faith in weathermen, you see.
charmskool: Actually, I wouldn’t know. prixie: Oh sure, be cryptic why don’t you? Are we talking funny ha-ha, or funny peculiar here? uncle keith: Yeah, I’m an athiest too. miss M: Next time I’m going the MasterCard route. beaverboosh: It’ll be a cold day in Hell before I believe that. dolce: Hooray! Awww, you’re so sweet. You remembered. mandy: Many thanks. You’ll be pleased to know the cream turned in the post and caused widespread food-poisoning among the postal workers who stole it. ctyri: I think it’s at least worth a try daisy: Hey, who are you calling old? I’m only… ah, I see what you mean. Uh, thanks. nursemyra: Ta. Put it this way, I’m like one of those plans Robert Burns was on about.
“Inside every silver lining, there’s a dark cloud”
~George Carlin (aka Hippy Dippy Weatherman)
Your birfday? Happy, happy.
I’ll echo, NurseMyra and say that I hope you got some tail
~m: Well, there was that one time, with the mermaid… martin: 28? Ahahahahahaha! You’re too kind. No, really! parenthesis: Are you being monthist? gnukid: I’m going to stick with the “you’re only as old as the person you feel” approach. thrills: That is good. I prefer the weather to stay outside.
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dude. don’t mess with a capetonian’s inalienable right to talk about the weather.
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If we can’t talk about the weather we’ll be forced to talk about the … traffic! [runs away screaming]
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in light of the above (idleLayabout)… I am very familiar with the inexplicable phenomena that happens in cape town every time it rains – a mere hint of rain and Capetonians can’t drive. Fact. I have anticipated this and have cleverly calculated that my 7 minute journey to work will take me 3 hours and have therefore not left my house for the office yet.
Ooooh, one more cup of tea….
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anicker: Agreed. Rain and tequila.
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betenoir: I’m prepared to weather that storm.
idle layabout: Hey, that’s just the way we roll.
anicker: So true. A storm in a teacup writ large.
nrvs: and sporting events.
Oh, and by the way – “Anti-Cellulite”? WTF?
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Damn… and all along i thought it was ‘satire’… back to school for me…
oh… just looked out the window and it’s raining here as well…
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Ooo…an illustration of ironic meeting moronic.
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That is what England is all about.
Discussing the weather is like saying hello. They’re insulted if you don’t make comment!
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gnukid: Do keep me updated.
revo: A pleasing semantic conjuction, if nothing else.
miss M: Ah, so that’s why they wouldn’t give me a visa.
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It’s all my fault I had my car washed at Howard Centre on Wednesday in honour of Betenoirs’ birthday (so she could ride in a clean coach and four to her birthday supper)and we all know it rains when you have your car washed.
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🙂 funny
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Engineers would do just as good of a job as the meteorologists. For that matter, so would housewives, doctors, chicken ranchers, social workers, and homeless people. I don’t have much faith in weathermen, you see.
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Yup. If you don’t ask about the weather in your interview it’s NO VISA FOR YOU!
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Somewhere there is a weatherman forecasting that hell exothermic.
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RSI spasm, let me try that again.
Somewhere there is a weatherman forecasting that hell IS exothermic!
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOOOOOOOO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOOOOOO YOOOOOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MmmmmR NOOOOOOOORD, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU.
Hip hip….
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It’s called phatic language? I guess that’s because it’s spoken by phat heads.
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Oh my snap. Was it your birthday. My my. Well happy birthday. The fresh cream cake’s in the mail. Hope it was a good one.
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“And today in New York, it will be 304 +/- 4 Kelvin.”
It wouldn’t work.
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Happy Birthday, you cranky old fart! Go have some tea. Repeat as necessary…
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yo! dolce just told me it´s your birthday…. and aren´t you looking hot today….. hope you´re getting well laid too…xxx
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charmskool: Actually, I wouldn’t know.
prixie: Oh sure, be cryptic why don’t you? Are we talking funny ha-ha, or funny peculiar here?
uncle keith: Yeah, I’m an athiest too.
miss M: Next time I’m going the MasterCard route.
beaverboosh: It’ll be a cold day in Hell before I believe that.
dolce: Hooray! Awww, you’re so sweet. You remembered.
mandy: Many thanks. You’ll be pleased to know the cream turned in the post and caused widespread food-poisoning among the postal workers who stole it.
ctyri: I think it’s at least worth a try
daisy: Hey, who are you calling old? I’m only… ah, I see what you mean. Uh, thanks.
nursemyra: Ta. Put it this way, I’m like one of those plans Robert Burns was on about.
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“Inside every silver lining, there’s a dark cloud”
~George Carlin (aka Hippy Dippy Weatherman)
Your birfday? Happy, happy.
I’ll echo, NurseMyra and say that I hope you got some tail
~m
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Happy birthday old man! It’s not every day one turns 28!
I did get that right, didn’t I?
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Happy happy, Mr Noord, hope it was a fantastic day, all the best people are born in June, I should know 🙂
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You told me to keep you updated… windy and partly cloudy, with a chance of drunken pervertedness throughout the evening…
…and a happy birthday to you… do like i do and count in hexadecimal (making me 33!)… it makes it seem like you’re younger!
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hello it’s good to be back.
and have to noticed the sun is shining outside.
coincidence?
i think not.
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~m: Well, there was that one time, with the mermaid…
martin: 28? Ahahahahahaha! You’re too kind. No, really!
parenthesis: Are you being monthist?
gnukid: I’m going to stick with the “you’re only as old as the person you feel” approach.
thrills: That is good. I prefer the weather to stay outside.
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