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i reckon this was the inspiration for the logotype :lol:
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They were expecting something, perhaps....
This length of crash barrier can be found just south west of Calais near a village called Wierre Effroy. French roadside art, I think, or it could be a case of finding something to do with the leftover length they had, or perhaps that's just the way they drive there and the barrier is positioned accordingly! |
UGH
I been obsessed with this thread ever since I discovered it yesterday. Went from page 1 allllll the way to page 65. My mouse hand's cramping ARRRGGGHHH!!! Thanks for the great thoughts and laughs.. Some of the replies are even funnier than the pictures... Thumbs up. |
hello friend. how may i pervert you?
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jello jallen!
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That's how I got started Jallen. One day, minding my own then BAM! IotD! Steer clear Jallen! Run away and dont' look back! Don't get hooked. Once you're in, these guys will eat you up and spit you out. They'll argue with you, correct you, diagree with you, call you names, and expose all your weaknesses. *sniff* I love these guys.... *wiping tear from eye*
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shut up hobbs what would you know? i disagree with your renagade ways. youre a weak chicken. jallen will be very happy here in our outstrected, blood soked waiting arms. bloody hell hobbs just because you have 100 more posts than me you think youre better?!
im sorry its just that this place makes me so emotional. |
:headshake There must be something in the water ... uh ... bitstream.
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i blame the schools
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re: Kagen4o4
Hey, just because you're feeling inadiquate with your puny posts is no reason to lash out at me! I vill sqoush yoo like a buk. And I resent being called a chicken. I don't have to take that from you, I can go anywhere on this vast internet and be equally insulted....errr... I mean...that's slander. I'll sue, I'll sue! Bawk! *shakes chicken claw in the air* |
Wow. That's not just a family tree, that's a forest.
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and a tongue twister. how DO they come up with such names?
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I liked the "entrepreneur" designation. That's what my Commie Liberal friend always called the young son of the nice African-American Couple that lived next door to him in the racially diverse neighborhood in which he had chosen to reside.
"James," I'd say, "The boy is not an entrepreneur. The boy is selling crack." He would then chide me for use of the potentially misinterpretable term "boy." The boy was 16 and was not yet a man. And the boy was selling crack. |
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