Czarcasm wrote: » *childhood memories of making dung cakes from cow pats, using a wheelbarrow for a mixing bowl*
czechlin wrote: » I think my flatmates are caked out (achievement unlocked!) at the moment and there are not many people in the office this week either so I'm not sure who's gonna eat it!
Czarcasm wrote: » You could leave the dough outside in this heat and they'll bake on their own!
Boom_Bap wrote: » I will happily give you my address and pay for postage for some cake......I would even go as far as abusing my powers in work and getting a courier pickup arranged. Cake cake cake give me caaakkkkkeeee.
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czechlin wrote: » I always find people's response to cake quite amusing. I swear if I said I walk around the house naked (I don't) nobody would bat an eyelid. The second I say 'cake' it's all questions "Did you say cake? Where is the cake? What cake is it? Will there be icing on it? Cake!? Cake!?!?!?? Caaaakeeee!!!!" :eek: Which is great. I like to bake them but I'm not a big cake eater
beakerjoe wrote: » Working on a sunny day like today
Aglomerado wrote: » I hear you. :mad:
OldNotWIse wrote: » You could walk around naked with the cake I sometimes greet the OH with an ice cold beer, home made dinner and wearing no more than 2 square inches of material. I love seeing the conflict - which one first?! hahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
OldNotWIse wrote: » "Glorious out there now isn't it?" - thump.
Dramatik wrote: » I've had probably 15+ people say that to me today :mad:
Pumpkinseeds wrote: » I won't be doing the gate today, I cleaned the bathroom and my hands were killing me after the painting yesterday:( I don't know what got into me yesterday. I had a sudden burst of enthusiasm and motivation. I went shopping and did a lot of paint work as well as roasting a chicken and making homemade potato salad. It's not like me at all:D
OldNotWIse wrote: » Infuriating. It's sunny, we get that but it's not glorious. Glorious would be if there was a large waterfall crashing down and a full rainbow and a cool breeze and Gabriel with a choir of angels and unicorns....I look out there and I see sweaty, hairy armpits, flesh that is not used to being exposed to the sun, gasping aul wans gripping Boyers bags with sweaty hands and scumbags walking around with not t-shirts on, spending their dole on a p1ssed up day at the beach. Glorious indeed!
Aglomerado wrote: » Pigeon chested young fellas. Office co-workers wearing flip flops and capri pants, a visual and auditory feast *Gak* Flabby oul lads with moobs The lads with anything worth looking at are covered up!
Czarcasm wrote: » The only reason I'm covered up is because I look like a frickin'... em, member of the travelling community after 20 minutes outdoors. I go from white, to very, very dark! As well as covering up the moobs and the man belly of course!
Czarcasm wrote: » I swear, next person that says "sorrray", "sorry", or any variation thereof, they're due a smack! I can't hack people apologizing for nothing, and then when the shìt really hits the fan they're the first people will come out with "well it wasn't MY fault", "nobody died", etc.
jimgoose wrote: » Grown men going around in short pants and sandals or those stupid-looking furkan plastic shoes with holes in them. What in the actual fortified furk do you think you're doing? You look like an orange, overweight ostrich. I saw one disciple last week moving a bunch of heavy concrete slabs in preparation for taking them up a ladder, short pants and open-toed sandals on him and all. Cheeses. Mary. Joseph the Carpenter. :mad:
Aglomerado wrote: » Vile, vile things.
jimgoose wrote: » Oh Christ-on-a-bike yes. Mrs. Goose and I were in a shoe shop the other day and she wanted me to get a pair of them, "for the Summer like". "Yes dear" says I, and promptly bought a pair of DuBarry deck-shoes. Loves the Dubes I does, roysh!
maguic24 wrote: » The worst thing of all is men going round in socks and sandals!!! :eek: Bai's what are ye like? I used to see them all the time at it when we went on sun holidays when I was little. You'd spot the Irish/British men a mile away. Lose the socks. :cool: