ICTChris Posted January 7, 2019 Share Posted January 7, 2019 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Miguel Sanchez Posted January 7, 2019 Share Posted January 7, 2019 Good to see that transition surgeries are available in heaven and that Michael Jackson has found who she truly is. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cardinal Richelieu Posted January 7, 2019 Share Posted January 7, 2019 49 minutes ago, Miguel Sanchez said: Good to see that transition surgeries are available in heaven and that Michael Jackson has found who she truly is. Oh THAT'S who it is!!! Glad I didn't post "WID" now. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shandon Par Posted January 7, 2019 Share Posted January 7, 2019 1 hour ago, ICTChris said: Poor Jimi doesn't look like he has fully recovered from choking to death. Freddie isn't helping him either. 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Salvo Montalbano Posted January 7, 2019 Share Posted January 7, 2019 No irony spotted by the poster having 4 people out of 6 who aren't from England in post by someone who calls themselves St George's Day too. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DA Baracus Posted January 7, 2019 Share Posted January 7, 2019 Bowie looks like he's turning in to a prawn from District 9 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Swarley Posted January 7, 2019 Share Posted January 7, 2019 Oh THAT'S who it is!!! Glad I didn't post "WID" now. Hiya Macaulay Culkin, hiya pal 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ICTChris Posted January 8, 2019 Share Posted January 8, 2019 REAPER CUSHIONS 18 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ajwffc Posted January 8, 2019 Share Posted January 8, 2019 REAPER CUSHIONSHow nice of them to get them a nice cushion 11 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ajwffc Posted January 8, 2019 Share Posted January 8, 2019 Lorna's latest masterpiece Remember....... A veritable playground So much to behold With family thereFor us all to be told. To mind your way Be always aware Of the dangers that lurk Don’t ever dare. Take any chances But did we listen We just carried on Now kiddies are missing, All the freedom we shared Long ago, way back then Jumping off tree swings Making Gang Huts, Buts and Bens. In fallen down trees Where we huddled inside Was there for a few hours With pals we would bide. We’d jump over logs In the stream and we’d paddle We’d pick hips and haws And then we’d skedadel. I’m sure that’s spelt wrong But it doesn’t really matter We all would get by Cause we all had the patter. I had stilts that were homemade Sledges, boagies were fun Going at full speed Second to none. But when we flew off them It wasn’t half sore But just turned them over And climbed on for more. Cause that’s how we were Way back in the day Great fun and great company Always outside to play. We’d scrape sticks we’d found Bend them, string them, so we Could make bows and arrows To fire down from the trees. We’d play hopscotch too With the black polish tin Chalked numbers on the pavement What a terrible din. Then we’d play hide and seek And we’d play, chap door run Poor old Mrs Thingumajigs Loud screaming son. Would come out red faced Spluttering unpronounceable words Never hung round there long enough He was awfully absurd. We were only just kids Shouldn’t have to put up With language like that Come on! put a penny in swear cup. But now when I think About what we would say Back in the past Growing up in the day. Guess there was always One who’d let slip Not me mind you, no! Sweary word blip blip blip. But I know in those days You would know all about it If they told mam and dad Who would sure have a fit. You would run for the hills Couldn’t plead ignorance then Just take what was coming And don’t do it again. We were hardly ever in We were out all day long In our veritable playground Out and among. All our friends, family, neighbours Such a special time where We were growing up happy Right there. So for now I must say cheers These memories only last As long as there’s people Who look to the past. And keep them all clasped To their souls evermore Kept in their minds, spread around Never to ignore. The importance they play To keep all our minds young Here where we were brought up And others far flung. So try to remember The youth of today Will have their own memories In their own special way. Lorna Johnston. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thisal Posted January 9, 2019 Share Posted January 9, 2019 14 hours ago, ajwffc said: Lorna's latest masterpiece Remember....... A veritable playground So much to behold With family thereFor us all to be told. To mind your way Be always aware Of the dangers that lurk Don’t ever dare. Take any chances But did we listen We just carried on Now kiddies are missing, All the freedom we shared Long ago, way back then Jumping off tree swings Making Gang Huts, Buts and Bens. In fallen down trees Where we huddled inside Was there for a few hours With pals we would bide. We’d jump over logs In the stream and we’d paddle We’d pick hips and haws And then we’d skedadel. I’m sure that’s spelt wrong But it doesn’t really matter We all would get by Cause we all had the patter. I had stilts that were homemade Sledges, boagies were fun Going at full speed Second to none. But when we flew off them It wasn’t half sore But just turned them over And climbed on for more. Cause that’s how we were Way back in the day Great fun and great company Always outside to play. We’d scrape sticks we’d found Bend them, string them, so we Could make bows and arrows To fire down from the trees. We’d play hopscotch too With the black polish tin Chalked numbers on the pavement What a terrible din. Then we’d play hide and seek And we’d play, chap door run Poor old Mrs Thingumajigs Loud screaming son. Would come out red faced Spluttering unpronounceable words Never hung round there long enough He was awfully absurd. We were only just kids Shouldn’t have to put up With language like that Come on! put a penny in swear cup. But now when I think About what we would say Back in the past Growing up in the day. Guess there was always One who’d let slip Not me mind you, no! Sweary word blip blip blip. But I know in those days You would know all about it If they told mam and dad Who would sure have a fit. You would run for the hills Couldn’t plead ignorance then Just take what was coming And don’t do it again. We were hardly ever in We were out all day long In our veritable playground Out and among. All our friends, family, neighbours Such a special time where We were growing up happy Right there. So for now I must say cheers These memories only last As long as there’s people Who look to the past. And keep them all clasped To their souls evermore Kept in their minds, spread around Never to ignore. The importance they play To keep all our minds young Here where we were brought up And others far flung. So try to remember The youth of today Will have their own memories In their own special way. Lorna Johnston. One was enough. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ylf Posted January 9, 2019 Share Posted January 9, 2019 REAPER CUSHIONS 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
killiefan27 Posted January 9, 2019 Share Posted January 9, 2019 23 hours ago, ajwffc said: Lorna's latest masterpiece And then we’d skedadel. I’m sure that’s spelt wrong But it doesn’t really matter We all would get by Cause we all had the patter. Did she spell that wrong, realise, and was then struck by inspiration? Or did she deliberately spell it wrong to provide a rhyme for patter? Scholars will study Lorna's poetry one day, an underrated genius IMO 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DA Baracus Posted January 9, 2019 Share Posted January 9, 2019 Lorna writes the types of pish that mentalists smear on their prison cell walls with their own shite. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
D.A.F.C Posted January 9, 2019 Share Posted January 9, 2019 Please post this to Lorna. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bully Wee Villa Posted January 9, 2019 Share Posted January 9, 2019 My thumb gets tired scrolling past Lorna's poems. Selfish cow. 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mark Connolly Posted January 10, 2019 Share Posted January 10, 2019 Lorna's poems are becoming "Annoying pish people repost on P&B". 18 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
carpetmonster Posted January 10, 2019 Share Posted January 10, 2019 If Mrs Thingamajigs son had caught her and beaten her to death, none of this would have had to happen; it's his fault. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SlipperyP Posted January 10, 2019 Share Posted January 10, 2019 I'm going against the grain here. I just sign up , new member since 2015, anyone know to get rid of the old account? Reason being, I've just been made unemployed...new baby, I just been made redundant, got nothing else in life 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Oleksandr Posted January 11, 2019 Share Posted January 11, 2019 On 02/01/2019 at 15:22, throbber said: That's twitter 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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