So mods are Yamiks clones?
So mods are Yamiks clones?
Explains a lot...So mods are Yamiks clones?
The concern at FDev towers would likely be that, as things stands most of the inmates quietly play nicely here, safe in the padded thread. Closing the thread would disperse our energies into general circulation, albeit diluted. So, I guess the question is, do you feel lucky....?
That's harsh. (I'm not saying in which direction.)So mods are Yamiks clones?
So, I guess the question is, do you feel lucky....?
Are you sure that was just your finger ?Thank god it was a puppy, that gave me flashbacks to when I was forced to use public toilets.
Are you sure that was just your finger ?
<Insert joke about playing ED here>but i think many people are ok with repetitive and boring here.
YES!
I've defeated the toutbots and actually managed to get Cure tickets at Wembley arena.
That was a nerve wracking F5 session requiring me to cancel site meetings and pretending I'm not in the office.
Current status:
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Of course! - tragically there's not much hair to backcomb anymore.Congrats! Time to get the cardigan and lippy out of storage?
Of course! - tragically there's not much hair to backcomb anymore.
Thank god it was a puppy, that gave me flashbacks to when I was forced to use public toilets.
As a complete aside, I'm planning my snacks / drinks for this evening, and was thinking of going forAre you thinking of glory holes?
Oh, maybe a way to get back upstairs? We'd have to start the post count from scratch though...Thanks Dave? Link me like its 1999
Bishops finger takes me back to when I was a student up in Huddersfield, there used to be a home brew pub in the village of Linthwaite (I think), they did 'Enochs Hammer' (named after the luddite Chappy), and 'Cripple Duck' - they did lots of others, but they were the 2 to stick in my mind.There were many holes but none were glorious.
As a complete aside, I'm planning my snacks / drinks for this evening, and was thinking of going for
a finger of fudge, followed by a bishops finger
Bishops finger takes me back to when I was a student up in Huddersfield, there used to be a home brew pub in the village of Linthwaite (I think), they did 'Enochs Hammer' (named after the luddite Chappy), and 'Cripple ' - they did lots of others, but they were the 2 to stick in my mind.
I was very ill after the visit there. The journey home involved a coach journey, which didn't help
EDIT: ah - happy, but somewhat queazy times![]()
Hell and Mucus?Both of those delicious beverages can be found in any reputable glorious watering hole.
Slight tangent, but there is a village about ten miles from me that makes me laugh every time I see it signposted. Called Cripplestyle.
I guess it wasn't funny a couple of hundred years ago.
A couple of places north of where my sister lives though, aren't that old - Hell and . Who'd want to live there?!