I saw someone riding one on Sunday, and that someone was not a police officer.
It was kinda odd.
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162Tree wrote:Today I saw somebody riding a Segway! A Segway! Holy Modal Rounders, a freaking Segway! Maybe you city folks see this a lot, but not me.
Like any self-respecting AD fan, I yelled out, "Gob!"
In Chicago, we have Segway Cops.
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Just Worse: Bicycle Cops
Just Better: Hang-glider Cops
kerble is right.
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164I'd be too embarrassed to make any collars.
sorry to derail. Little detail from my day:
I got up this morning to take my car to the gas station (which I neglected to do last night after a long day and a long weekend drive) and I was out of gas. So I walked down to the station and filled up the gas cannister.
sorry to derail. Little detail from my day:
I got up this morning to take my car to the gas station (which I neglected to do last night after a long day and a long weekend drive) and I was out of gas. So I walked down to the station and filled up the gas cannister.
kerble is right.
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165Here's a little detail from my day: I'm posting from work. You're thinking, "Tree, it's 6:05am, CST. You must start work at 6am. So early". Nah, I've been here for over 25min. The only other time I ever checked this forum at work, I came a cross a picture of Rasputin's crank. Thanks for nothing to whoever bumped the "genre: porn" poll.
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166Tree wrote: Thanks for nothing to whoever bumped the "genre: porn" poll.
Sorry man, had to get something off my chest.
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167Some sort of demonstration parade just went past my work (we couldn't see the front of their banners). They were small in number but had a steel band with them. "Good," I thought. "I like a steel band. But what's this tune they're playing?"
It was 'Clocks' by Coldplay.
Must all simple pleasures be ruined?
It was 'Clocks' by Coldplay.
Must all simple pleasures be ruined?
Twenty-four hours a week, seven days a month
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168True MSN conversation with fellow EA user cjh about five minutes ago.
God. Help. Me.
God. Help. Me.
Simmo Says:
OH MY FUCKING GOD
Simmo Says:
sorry but
Simmo Says:
there is an old naked woman of about 70 years old standing at her window flashing her tits at me!
Simmo Says:
WHAT THE FUCK ?
chris says:
WOOOAH!
chris says:
like kippers?!
Simmo Says:
she's looking right at me and rubbing her tits!!!!
Simmo Says:
ARGH??????!?!!!!!!!
Simmo Says:
I'M CLOSING MY CURTAINS
chris says:
man! this is awesome!
Simmo Says:
curtains closed
Simmo Says:
jesus christ
Simmo Says:
what the fuck is all that about?
Simmo Says:
help!
Simmo Says:
there's a naked old woman rubbing her tits at me!
Simmo Says:
I don't think I can ever open my curtains again!
chris says:
just fantastic! ever seen her before?
chris says:
funny though
chris says:
that is an extreme example
Simmo Says:
yeah, she's always looking out the window like a strange nosey neighbour type
Simmo Says:
but she's usually DRESSED
Simmo Says:
and she doesn't rub her tits at me!!!!!!!
chris says:
but when i lived in a shared house (6 red-blooded young males)
chris says:
we started getting theses saucy phone calls
chris says:
"hello young man...*purrr*
chris says:
they were quite explicit
chris says:
rather than getting us all hot and bothered
chris says:
every single one of us slammed the phone down totally freaked out!
Simmo Says:
CRIPES.
Simmo Says:
what the fuck is this world coming to?
Simmo Says:
ok, she's gone now
chris says:
the nosy neighbour thing -
Simmo Says:
shall I open my curtains?
chris says:
my pals have "the watcher"
chris says:
(yes!)
chris says:
-some old dude wearing an array of medals who always sits on his porch scrutinizing passers by
chris says:
but he keeps his cock in his pants
chris says:
that was funny!
chris says:
i hope she comes back
Simmo Says:
I'm not amused
Simmo Says:
I'm scared
chris says:
alarming stuff..wow! i kind of wish i'd seen albeit from a safe distance
Simmo Says:
she's back but this time she's wearing a bra!
chris says:
oh my goodness! what's the matter with her?!
chris says:
(and what does a 70 year old rack look like?!)
chris says:
sorry simmo, but from here this is all deeply amusing!
chris says:
if not a little disturbing
Simmo Says:
jesus
Simmo Says:
a 70 year old rack is not a pretty sight
Simmo Says:
like withered fried eggs left in a frying pan for a week
chris says:
eeeeee!
Simmo Says:
and she has strangely brown poo-coloured nipples
chris says:
me oh my!
Rick Reuben wrote:He went to bed about a decade ago, or whenever he sold his soul to the bankers and the elites.daniel robert chapman wrote:I think he's gone to bed, Rick.
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169This is absolutely disgusting. God I hope she won't do that again when I'll be there too! What's wrong with your neibourhood anyway, why do you have all these voyeurs/exhibitonists all around??
holmes wrote:perhaps they should have banned you brom england. french prick.
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170I went to my Auntie Joan's funeral. It was a catholic funeral. It made me think of things I am doing wrong. I don't mean sin - well, you would think they were sin if you were catholic - but things that I just haven't been giving time to, real human things that need attending to, rather than just ignoring and doing other things that aren't so good for me or so meaningful and important, and this is what made me cry, which I didn't expect. My brothers were taken aback by my crying, because we haven't been close to her for a long time, although we were all close to her as children. It was like a parting gift from her, these realisations I had about my life. And the words to one of the hymns that she chose were beautiful. I didn't sing, I just read the words, but they were beautiful words about the star of the sea, which I didn't realise was an old phrase. I'm about to cry again, I think.
Goodbye, Auntie Joan! Thanks for my wake up.
Goodbye, Auntie Joan! Thanks for my wake up.