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"Ridding the world of evil"

A Sunday afternoon spent waiting in a computer store for the simian to work the till out.
And me and my mate spent the drive home ranting about how most people shouldn’t be allowed out and we came to the following conclusions:
As a scientist, he will forgo his endless quest for superpowers by mixing chemicals and falling into vats of bubbling stuff and now intends to create a formula that will eliminate stupid people.
You have nothing to fear unless you fall into the following categories:

You migrate to DIY stores for “things for the house” on a Sunday, and spend 20 minutes looking at curtain rods going “ooh nice”

You name your house, despite living on an estate somewhere you still put a plaque up that says “Little Cottage” and insist your mail is addressed just so.

You put neo-classical roman columns outside your semi-detached house with a name

You have stained glass windows, those little round ones with a bird in the middle.

You drive a Fiesta/Uno/Nova and think by removing the name badge, blacking the windows out and having neon on it, you are cool and sexy.

You listen to those in-car CDs that only seem to have buzzing bass and 180bpm drum machines on, and you leave the door open whilst you stand with your chimp mates in a car-park of a fast food restaurant.

You have a squat dangerous dog called “Savage” or “Vinnie Jones” that you let wobble out your estate after dark, then spend 20 mins standing on your doorstep at 11pm shouting it’s name and kicking it when it runs past you with a limb in it’s mouth.

Your idea of eating out is going to a place where they have pictures of the food on the menu and it’s coated in easy-wipe plastic.
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There are more categories, but I forgot them already.

Meka Dragon wrote:
> Did you know that Goatboy looks like a condom stuffed with walnuts.

Or so
> I've heard.

Charming.

Well, do you, GB?

Goatboy wrote:
> Tallulah wrote:
What lady stuff do you want me to talk about?
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Oh you
> know, the usual.
Knitting, babies..that sort of thing.

Right - I have never knitted in my entire life. Or sewed. Or embroidered. Or darned.

Babies - no thanks, cant stand the smelly, screaming things. And all that pain in labour, urgh. *rapidly crosses legs*

Well that beats "Harry Potter's thug older brother"

"hehehehe"

She said Boner..............

So funny, piddle myself laughing, need more beer, donuts, doh...................

Woman........Wo, ah stuff it, the footies on........

Did you know that Goatboy looks like a condom stuffed with walnuts.

Or so I've heard.

*the crowd draws a sharp breath in*


Oooo, low blow from the pink corner there with the "impotent" insult.

The men are reeling and look shaky, they need a knockout to stay in this round

10 out of 10 for persistence, GB & Boner, but Im not rising to this (a phrase a few of you blokes might have found yourself saying after too many beers, much to our delight - saves us from coming out with that old chestnut - 'I've got a headache')

My brother has a Nova with blacked out windows. I still think he's an idiot.

Tallulah wrote:
What lady stuff do you want me to talk about?
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Oh you know, the usual.
Knitting, babies..that sort of thing.

yeah, don;t be such a lazy pig you worthless, beer-swilling layabout........

Damn stereotypes, if only us guys hadn't invented them for talking about scantily clad women, eh, talk baout all time classic backfires............

:D