dropped 'aiches

'ello everyone, I wonder if you could 'elp me?

I keep droping me 'aiches, it started when I went to 'ull and ever since then a cant go into an 'ardware shop and buy an 'ammer or go to the shops for 'am or any other 'ouseold goods.

The 'otel i stayed in in 'ull was 'ot and 'umid and full of 'ippies, the 'appy 'our was 'orrible and the missus got the 'ump.

Now I can't find'em anywhere and its giving me 'ell,

'elp!











please!

Jesus Wept

'ow on ever did that 'appen?!

'Orrible situation.


We must stop this, we sound englis.

The-Rigger

The-Rigger wrote:

'ow on ever did that 'appen?!

'Orrible situation.


We must stop this, we sound englis.

yeah I know wot yer mean!

Hail 2 Da Chimp

BooooOOoooo!

'issssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

2 stroke

I tink I know where dey went.

2 stroke

2 stroke wrote:

I tink I know where dey went.

Gordon bennett!! all my 'aiches are getting fat!

Matt Holck

Dropped Arches

'elp 'old 'em 'igh by getting on da ball

Ruu_Old

Bloody 'ell!

Matt Holck

'aven't 'eard 'im in w'ile

Matt Holck

dropping scratchy

boneless

There are lots of H's around Dublin. They can be found on walls and little bollards, usually near metal lids in the ground... I think they are the H's the British dropped when they were here....

Matt Holck

echter

i don't like the letter H, it makes me feel stupid saying it in the plural (hayches) and if you turn it on it's side it's like a stubby I. leave tem out altogeter!!!!

Matt Holck

gesund'eit

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wxrWz9XVvls

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Capt'n Midnight

It's psychological.

you have an

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I'm looking for Omelet
.......................................can't find it
opps, I meant hamlet

nobody expects tjhe vegetarians

Capt'n Midnight

In the early years of the 16th century, to combat the rising tide of religious unorthodoxy, the Pope gave Cardinal Ximinez of Spain leave to move without let or hindrance throughout the land, in a reign of violence, terror and torture that makes a smashing film.

Ximinez: NOBODY expects the Spanish Inquisition! Our chief weapon is surprise...surprise and fear...fear and surprise.... Our two weapons are fear and surprise...and ruthless efficiency.... Our *three* weapons are fear, surprise, and ruthless efficiency...and an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope.... Our *four*...no... *Amongst* our weapons.... Amongst our weaponry...are such elements as fear, surprise.... I'll come in again.

Ximinez: NOBODY expects the Spanish Inquisition! Amongst our weaponry are such diverse elements as: fear, surprise, ruthless efficiency, an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope, and nice red uniforms - Oh damn!

Matt Holck

I under hundred dollars
I'm hungry and hopeless nad humiliated

Capt'n Midnight

You are humiliated by your hopeless nads are ? :eek:

Matt Holck

http://www.art.com/asp/sp-asp/_/pd--10084126/Golden_Gate_Bridge_at_Dawn.htm

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0CYXoYM48pI

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in Egyptian mythology, Hathor (Egyptian for house of Horus) was originally a personification of the Milky Way, which was seen as the milk that flowed from the udders of a heavenly cow.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hathor

Matt Holck

Rudyard Kipling wrote:

You may talk o' gin and beer
When you're quartered safe out 'ere,
An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot it;
But when it comes to slaughter
You will do your work on water,
An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it.
Now in Injia's sunny clime,
Where I used to spend my time
A-servin' of 'Er Majesty the Queen,
Of all them blackfaced crew
The finest man I knew
Was our regimental bhisti, Gunga Din.
He was "Din! Din! Din!
You limpin' lump o' brick-dust, Gunga Din!
Hi! slippery ~hitherao~!
Water, get it! ~Panee lao~! [Bring water swiftly.]
You squidgy-nosed old idol, Gunga Din."

The uniform 'e wore
Was nothin' much before,
An' rather less than 'arf o' that be'ind,
For a piece o' twisty rag
An' a goatskin water-bag
Was all the field-equipment 'e could find.
When the sweatin' troop-train lay
In a sidin' through the day,
Where the 'eat would make your bloomin' eyebrows crawl,
We shouted "Harry By!" [Mr. Atkins's equivalent for "O brother."]
Till our throats were bricky-dry,
Then we wopped 'im 'cause 'e couldn't serve us all.
It was "Din! Din! Din!
You 'eathen, where the mischief 'ave you been?
You put some ~juldee~ in it [Be quick.]
Or I'll ~marrow~ you this minute [Hit you.]
If you don't fill up my helmet, Gunga Din!"

'E would dot an' carry one
Till the longest day was done;
An' 'e didn't seem to know the use o' fear.
If we charged or broke or cut,
You could bet your bloomin' nut,
'E'd be waitin' fifty paces right flank rear.
With 'is ~mussick~ on 'is back, [Water-skin.]
'E would skip with our attack,
An' watch us till the bugles made "Retire",
An' for all 'is dirty 'ide
'E was white, clear white, inside
When 'e went to tend the wounded under fire!
It was "Din! Din! Din!"
With the bullets kickin' dust-spots on the green.
When the cartridges ran out,
You could hear the front-files shout,
"Hi! ammunition-mules an' Gunga Din!"

I shan't forgit the night
When I dropped be'ind the fight
With a bullet where my belt-plate should 'a' been.
I was chokin' mad with thirst,
An' the man that spied me first
Was our good old grinnin', gruntin' Gunga Din.
'E lifted up my 'ead,
An' he plugged me where I bled,
An' 'e guv me 'arf-a-pint o' water-green:
It was crawlin' and it stunk,
But of all the drinks I've drunk,
I'm gratefullest to one from Gunga Din.
It was "Din! Din! Din!
'Ere's a beggar with a bullet through 'is spleen;
'E's chawin' up the ground,
An' 'e's kickin' all around:
For Gawd's sake git the water, Gunga Din!"

'E carried me away
To where a dooli lay,
An' a bullet come an' drilled the beggar clean.
'E put me safe inside,
An' just before 'e died,
"I 'ope you liked your drink", sez Gunga Din.
So I'll meet 'im later on
At the place where 'e is gone —
Where it's always double drill and no canteen;
'E'll be squattin' on the coals
Givin' drink to poor damned souls,
An' I'll get a swig in hell from Gunga Din!
Yes, Din! Din! Din!
You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din!
Though I've belted you and flayed you,
By the livin' Gawd that made you,
You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din!

http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/833-Rudyard-Kipling-Gunga-Din

carchaeologist

Whoa......

Dont drop this H or this will happen...

And that would ruin the fun for all of us.....:(