Wot happened to all the interesting threads m8?
Interesting Threads?
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I'm not interesting just a humble troll looking to read interesting threads. MAKE THREADS GREAT AGAIN!
I like sight?....
Or did you mean the point of life?
Or did you mean the point of life?
Haha what is consciousness?
It typically makes little to no sense. You'll get used to it.
This one is just to cheer myself up... enjoy 
Once upon a time... a handsome, but gullible Prince met a red haired and comely maid gathering strange herbs in the forest...
He passed the time of day.... as Princes do with comely maids, whilst she gathered her herbs. He could not but notice the strange broom resting against her barrow. "What a strange thing to have in the forest.." He mused, still quite taken by the comely maid's friendly demeanour... not to mention the straining cloth covering her ample womanly charms...He found himself staring furtively... Princes sometimes do this to amuse themselves for their lives are normally boring...
"Why don't you tarry a while fair Prince?" She asked, breath all a-quiver. "For I have some scones and nice tea... and now I have pleasant company with which to share it.." She smiled seductively, although the Prince, finding it difficult to raise his eyes to a decent level, was oblivious to the wicked glint in her eye. He thought for a moment he saw the strange looking broom move it's bristles, but put it down to the breeze. The same breeze that wafted the enticing scent of fresh scones and jam emanating from her basket.
The Prince, now feeling quite faint with hunger, eagerly sat on the conveniently placed wooden seat and allowed the comely maid to serve him some of the scones... her smile was enticing indeed, he thought absently, now raising his eyes above the level of her tightly stretched bodice.
The maid commented on the Princes apparent hunger and pushed a few more of the scones across the plate into his reach. "I made them special, your Grace... from my own recipe and herbs picked here in the forest." She explained, smiling. The Prince was charmed, although he was feeling quiet strange after but two of the scones... " They are marvellous indeed, fair maid.." His eyes flicked furtively downward again as she leaned forward to attend to his tea cup... "Perfectly rounded and formed.... and very tasty!" he added quickly, in order the maid may not feel abashed by his untimely distraction.
His head did feel funny...
All of a sudden, there was a flash of light, a puff of smoke and a feeling of being intensely cold! "Ooo", thought the Prince... "I do feel strange... and why can't I move?" He thought he heard a strange scary laugh as his sight darkened... and imagined a disturbing vision of the comely maid and the strange broom dancing together among the trees..
When the Prince awakened bleary eyed and somewhat sluggish later that day, he found to his horror that the maid was in fact a wicked witch... still quite comely and ample charmed, which was a relief... but he was held under her evil spell. She was a true sorceress and made him test all the new turbo-powered brooms she had invented in her tall scary castle before giving them to all her witchy friends.
Although the Prince was at first upset... and quite a bit annoyed, Princes do this from time to time, for their lives are normally boring. The wicked witch fed him all the scones and tea he would ever like... so I suppose you could say they lived happily ever after.
The moral of this tale is simple,
Allowing yourself to be distracted by food and a straining bodice too often destroys enough braincells for you to get conned into hoovering...
Once upon a time... a handsome, but gullible Prince met a red haired and comely maid gathering strange herbs in the forest...
He passed the time of day.... as Princes do with comely maids, whilst she gathered her herbs. He could not but notice the strange broom resting against her barrow. "What a strange thing to have in the forest.." He mused, still quite taken by the comely maid's friendly demeanour... not to mention the straining cloth covering her ample womanly charms...He found himself staring furtively... Princes sometimes do this to amuse themselves for their lives are normally boring...
"Why don't you tarry a while fair Prince?" She asked, breath all a-quiver. "For I have some scones and nice tea... and now I have pleasant company with which to share it.." She smiled seductively, although the Prince, finding it difficult to raise his eyes to a decent level, was oblivious to the wicked glint in her eye. He thought for a moment he saw the strange looking broom move it's bristles, but put it down to the breeze. The same breeze that wafted the enticing scent of fresh scones and jam emanating from her basket.
The Prince, now feeling quite faint with hunger, eagerly sat on the conveniently placed wooden seat and allowed the comely maid to serve him some of the scones... her smile was enticing indeed, he thought absently, now raising his eyes above the level of her tightly stretched bodice.
The maid commented on the Princes apparent hunger and pushed a few more of the scones across the plate into his reach. "I made them special, your Grace... from my own recipe and herbs picked here in the forest." She explained, smiling. The Prince was charmed, although he was feeling quiet strange after but two of the scones... " They are marvellous indeed, fair maid.." His eyes flicked furtively downward again as she leaned forward to attend to his tea cup... "Perfectly rounded and formed.... and very tasty!" he added quickly, in order the maid may not feel abashed by his untimely distraction.
His head did feel funny...
All of a sudden, there was a flash of light, a puff of smoke and a feeling of being intensely cold! "Ooo", thought the Prince... "I do feel strange... and why can't I move?" He thought he heard a strange scary laugh as his sight darkened... and imagined a disturbing vision of the comely maid and the strange broom dancing together among the trees..
When the Prince awakened bleary eyed and somewhat sluggish later that day, he found to his horror that the maid was in fact a wicked witch... still quite comely and ample charmed, which was a relief... but he was held under her evil spell. She was a true sorceress and made him test all the new turbo-powered brooms she had invented in her tall scary castle before giving them to all her witchy friends.
Although the Prince was at first upset... and quite a bit annoyed, Princes do this from time to time, for their lives are normally boring. The wicked witch fed him all the scones and tea he would ever like... so I suppose you could say they lived happily ever after.
The moral of this tale is simple,
Allowing yourself to be distracted by food and a straining bodice too often destroys enough braincells for you to get conned into hoovering...
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respect, sir
This one goes out to Dutchman
I needed a venting for something... the reason behind the cheering up post above.
The last few days have been reflective for me... for more than one reason or another. I'm breaking my own rule, if not some obscure forum one here by posting a thought for a lost friend.
He was killed on this day in 1984 in some hot foreign hole. A Highlander by birth and by the Grace of his God. He took my rightful place across the river Styx, a debt I owe but cannot pay.
Kenny, it's been 32 years since I heard your laughter and every day since has gone slower because of it. I miss you, Brother and I'll share your glass when I get there, but like the line from the film says... "I'll get there soon enough, but not yet."
The song below because we were 'Heelanders' and Clansmen together by birth and by right, separated by one hour on the day of our birth and should have rightly been together in death... but the old Gods are fickle.
I am the last of our little band of Immortals... But I'll do my penance here so that someone in this life remembers our names.
We'll sing the songs of our Clan and of our Homeland when I arrive across the river, Brother... and make the Gods feel ashamed.
Sgt Kenny MacGregor. 1959-1984
[video=youtube;6254547z3M8]https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=6254547z3M8[/video]
The last few days have been reflective for me... for more than one reason or another. I'm breaking my own rule, if not some obscure forum one here by posting a thought for a lost friend.
He was killed on this day in 1984 in some hot foreign hole. A Highlander by birth and by the Grace of his God. He took my rightful place across the river Styx, a debt I owe but cannot pay.
Kenny, it's been 32 years since I heard your laughter and every day since has gone slower because of it. I miss you, Brother and I'll share your glass when I get there, but like the line from the film says... "I'll get there soon enough, but not yet."
The song below because we were 'Heelanders' and Clansmen together by birth and by right, separated by one hour on the day of our birth and should have rightly been together in death... but the old Gods are fickle.
I am the last of our little band of Immortals... But I'll do my penance here so that someone in this life remembers our names.
We'll sing the songs of our Clan and of our Homeland when I arrive across the river, Brother... and make the Gods feel ashamed.
Sgt Kenny MacGregor. 1959-1984
[video=youtube;6254547z3M8]https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=6254547z3M8[/video]
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