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I meant to put a deeply significant look on my face, but the phone rang and so it was business as usual. Which is a shame as the poets of the Great War carry more meaning than 99% of any artistic creation since.
At the time cosy is talking about I was prodding a sausage roll with a fork that hadn’t been washed up properly.
(thought I’d share that . . . . )
w.owen,
sommeoh, I’ll do them alright, but it won’t be there . . . . . .
@thin ice wrote:
@toybulldog wrote:
JC Forum 3 threads are boring, derivative and completely devoid of imagination and inspiration.
If you want to lose the will to live then log on here as a time-saving initiative.Fifty per cent of these mind numbingly shyte threads are started by Thin Ice, who insists on behaving like the spiteful, teasing, pig-tailed, tell tale brat that we all hated as kids.
Imagine the level of bullying that makes a man post like he does in adult life, and, what’s more, then try to justify it.
I nearly roll my eyes . . . . . . .
yea but be honest
your just p issed off i took your wife out before you did :wink:P/iss poor threads thin, always at the expense of others.
ALL of them.You think I’m the only one that thinks that ?
Most of these mind numbingly F3 shyte threads are started by Thin Ice, who insists on behaving like the spiteful, teasing, pig-tailed, tell tale brat that we all hated as kids.
Imagine the level of bullying that makes a man post like he does in adult life, and, what’s more, then try to justify it.
Why Brownlee left, and where he went,
Is a mystery even now.
For if a man should have been content
It was him; two acres of barley,
One of potatoes, four bullocks,
A milker, a slated farmhouse.
He was last seen going out to plough
On a March morning, bright and early.By noon Brownlee was famous;
They had found all abandoned, with
The last rig unbroken, his pair of black
Horses, like man and wife,
Shifting their weight from foot to
Foot, and gazing into the futureJC Forum 3 threads are boring, derivative and completely devoid of imagination and inspiration.
If you want to lose the will to live then log on here as a time-saving initiative.Fifty per cent of these mind numbingly shyte threads are started by Thin Ice, who insists on behaving like the spiteful, teasing, pig-tailed, tell tale brat that we all hated as kids.
Imagine the level of bullying that makes a man post like he does in adult life, and, what’s more, then try to justify it.
I nearly roll my eyes . . . . . . .
Why Brownlee left, and where he went,
Is a mystery even now.
For if a man should have been content
It was him; two acres of barley,
One of potatoes, four bullocks,
A milker, a slated farmhouse.
He was last seen going out to plough
On a March morning, bright and early.By noon Brownlee was famous;
They had found all abandoned, with
The last rig unbroken, his pair of black
Horses, like man and wife,
Shifting their weight from foot to
Foot, and gazing into the future.No.
You’re undeniably both cretins.
8)
Excuse me while you both advertise the disadvantages of extreme imbecility,
but what is the point of this thread ?
Those who survived in Flanders mud, amongst the shrapnel and chaos and rats and discarded limbs, fought for a reason. They were not as informed as we are so fortunate to be now, yet contested believing their reasons were good and noble. These young lads fought for country, and village, and family, and for whatever romantic idea makes a young male sign up.
Whoever compared British soldiers to terrorists on these boards should be shot.
It must have been a miraculous thing, after all that carnage, to see a single red flower appear with warm weather.
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