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[Newbornbairn]

[Sergeant Wilson]

1 minute ago, Newbornbairn said:

Looks a bit dry.

[Swarley]

Let the debate on what its called begin. 

[Newbornbairn]

Just now, Swarley said:

Let the debate on what its called begin. 

Brian 

[Swarley]

4 minutes ago, Newbornbairn said:

Brian 

You know you're still going to get someone from the other end of the country say that's wrong and it's called Peter. 

[bennett]

4 hours ago, Newbornbairn said:

 

 

 

At the heart of the throng, towering 8 meters tall and stretching a staggering 30 meters wide, stood the pie. A behemoth of pastry, its golden crust gleaming under the pale Scottish sun, it was a monument to human ingenuity and, more importantly, to a city’s generosity. An estimated 3,000 tons of macaroni, cheese, and meat lay nestled within its depths, a testament to the tireless efforts of hundreds of bakers, butchers, and volunteers.

The numbers speak for themselves. 200,000 Glaswegians, drawn by whispers, promises of a free feast, and a touch of the fantastical, poured into the streets. It was a microcosm of the city itself – working-class families, chimney sweeps, merchants, and ladies in their finery – all united in awe of this culinary colossus. Children, their eyes wide with wonder, clambered on makeshift platforms, straining to catch a glimpse of the pie’s cheesy summit.

 

The Great Macaroni Pie wasn’t just a spectacle; it was a symbol. In a time of rampant poverty and child hunger, it was a testament to the city’s spirit of community and its unwavering commitment to its most vulnerable. The pie wasn’t just a feast for the eyes; it was a promise of sustenance, a beacon of hope in a world often shrouded in hardship.

The slicing began at noon, a ceremonial act led by the Lord Provost himself. A giant cleaver, wielded with practiced ease by a burly baker, sank into the crust, the crisp sound echoing through the crowd. The aroma of baked cheese and savory meat, a symphony of olfactory delights, filled the air, whetting appetites and warming hearts.

The pie was then sectioned and distributed to schools across Glasgow and the surrounding Central Belt. For weeks, the laughter of children filled the classrooms as they devoured the bounty of this monstrous meal. The Great Macaroni Pie became more than a memory; it became a legend, a story passed down through generations, a reminder of Glasgow’s resilience and its unwavering compassion.

 

 

 

[Miguel Sanchez]

I love posts with funny AI things. So funny! So creative! A big pie! Isn't AI great?

[alta-pete]

9 hours ago, bennett said:

 

 

 

At the heart of the throng, towering 8 meters tall and stretching a staggering 30 meters wide, stood the pie. A behemoth of pastry, its golden crust gleaming under the pale Scottish sun, it was a monument to human ingenuity and, more importantly, to a city’s generosity. An estimated 3,000 tons of macaroni, cheese, and meat lay nestled within its depths, a testament to the tireless efforts of hundreds of bakers, butchers, and volunteers.

The numbers speak for themselves. 200,000 Glaswegians, drawn by whispers, promises of a free feast, and a touch of the fantastical, poured into the streets. It was a microcosm of the city itself – working-class families, chimney sweeps, merchants, and ladies in their finery – all united in awe of this culinary colossus. Children, their eyes wide with wonder, clambered on makeshift platforms, straining to catch a glimpse of the pie’s cheesy summit.

 

The Great Macaroni Pie wasn’t just a spectacle; it was a symbol. In a time of rampant poverty and child hunger, it was a testament to the city’s spirit of community and its unwavering commitment to its most vulnerable. The pie wasn’t just a feast for the eyes; it was a promise of sustenance, a beacon of hope in a world often shrouded in hardship.

The slicing began at noon, a ceremonial act led by the Lord Provost himself. A giant cleaver, wielded with practiced ease by a burly baker, sank into the crust, the crisp sound echoing through the crowd. The aroma of baked cheese and savory meat, a symphony of olfactory delights, filled the air, whetting appetites and warming hearts.

The pie was then sectioned and distributed to schools across Glasgow and the surrounding Central Belt. For weeks, the laughter of children filled the classrooms as they devoured the bounty of this monstrous meal. The Great Macaroni Pie became more than a memory; it became a legend, a story passed down through generations, a reminder of Glasgow’s resilience and its unwavering compassion.

 

 

 

I’m sleverin at the gub right now. 

[MazzyStar]

Macaroni pies are bogging 

[kingjoey]

Very harsh on this old boy on BBC Breakfast this morning. 

 

[Bert Raccoon]

10 minutes ago, kingjoey said:

Very harsh on this old boy on BBC Breakfast this morning. 

 

The largest no doubt posts on here 

[Sergeant Wilson]

58 minutes ago, Bert Raccoon said:

The largest no doubt posts on here 

I feel a new thread coming on.

[bennett]

 

 

 

 

[TxRover]

6 hours ago, Bert Raccoon said:

The largest no doubt posts on here 

Hey!

Meanwhile…

Internet rabbitholes…heard “Skateaway” on the radio…led to learning the “Rollergirl” was Jayzik Azikiwe (d. 2008), which led to finding out that Anya Major was both the Russian solider in Elton John’s “Nikita” video and the running woman in Apple’s “1984” commercial. This lead to the maniacs in the Men Without Hats groups search for “Lunatic Blonde Girl” from the “Safety Dance” video (https://berryapercu.wordpress.com/2011/12/03/the-mystery-of-the-manic-safety-dancer/), a mystery solved in 2013 with the revelation it was Louise Court, former Cosmopolitan UK editor.

[Caledonian1]

16 minutes ago, TxRover said:

Hey!

Meanwhile…

Internet rabbitholes…heard “Skateaway” on the radio…led to learning the “Rollergirl” was Jayzik Azikiwe (d. 2008), which led to finding out that Anya Major was both the Russian solider in Elton John’s “Nikita” video and the running woman in Apple’s “1984” commercial. This lead to the maniacs in the Men Without Hats groups search for “Lunatic Blonde Girl” from the “Safety Dance” video (https://berryapercu.wordpress.com/2011/12/03/the-mystery-of-the-manic-safety-dancer/), a mystery solved in 2013 with the revelation it was Louise Court, former Cosmopolitan UK editor.

I don' think he was actually looking for you to prove it.....but there you go......

[Nkomo-A-Gogo]

I'm getting this advert for Manchester.

What am I waiting for?

For it to look a lot less shit.

[johnnydun]

14 hours ago, kingjoey said:

Very harsh on this old boy on BBC Breakfast this morning. 

 

@RandomGuy. was too busy making pie charts this morning.

[Zen Archer (Raconteur)]

Yes, I'll have the crotchless brief and peephole bra combo, the 10" black double ender, oh and by the way, someone called me a c**t.

 

 

[tamthebam]

5 hours ago, Zen Archer (Raconteur) said:

Yes, I'll have the crotchless brief and peephole bra combo, the 10" black double ender, oh and by the way, someone called me a c**t.

 

 

well, seeing as you're just waiting for an excuse to go in, you're a c*nt.... 

[Central Belt Caley]

Microsoft word lets you export a document to PowerPoint, creates a presentation and adds images related to your content with appropriate headers etc.

No idea how long this has been a thing but it’s pretty handy