WTFITAA?!

According to :
>WTFITAA?!

Oi, out of the locker rooms, you.  Team members only!

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> Oi, out of the locker rooms, you.  Team members only!
>

To be fair, you call them locker _rooms_, but it's more of a locker
podium. In the centre of the pitch. With a big screen relaying the
action to the crowd.

Gra

On Tue, 11 Dec 2007 12:36:29 +0000 (UTC), comps@riffraff.plig.net
(Vicky Conlan) wrote:

>>WTFITAA?!
>
>Oi, out of the locker rooms, you.  Team members only!

What don't i do to not become a member of the non team then?

Currently eating biscuits carefully sown together using the pull cord
from a used tampon if that helps my cause?

According to :
>>>WTFITAA?!
>>Oi, out of the locker rooms, you.  Team members only!
>What don't i do to not become a member of the non team then?

I'm not sure if there's room for a, erm, Notts County fan?

>Currently eating biscuits carefully sown together using the pull cord
>from a used tampon if that helps my cause?

I don't see you offering them around at all.  Where's your team spirit?

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On Tue, 11 Dec 2007 16:56:02 +0000 (UTC), comps@riffraff.plig.net
(Vicky Conlan) wrote:

>>>Oi, out of the locker rooms, you.  Team members only!
>>What don't i do to not become a member of the non team then?
>
>I'm not sure if there's room for a, erm, Notts County fan?

There's *always* room for a notts county fan!! 

I'll let you in on a little secret, Legolas (Yes, he from Lord of the
rings!) and i sat at the valley of cadbury one friday evening,
watching the shimmering brown waves of the beautiful dairy milk seas,
carefully unwrapping a club biscuit i turned to him and said...

Well, The bastard had ran off!

What i didn't realise at the time, but now do, is that the club
biscuit is manufactured by rival luxury goods firm 'Jacobs', i had
commited 52 offenses (1 for each week of the year) - Ne-th-er-the-less
i was embarrassed.. An outcast i was!!... It was an outrage!!

It turned out that what i had been unwrapping had slowly been
unwrapping me, from the inside out, to the whole damn world!

I felt the fool... I felt low.... I felt lonely... Lonely as an
african museum sat in a lonely desert which receives no tourists other
than a skinny lonely man on a lonely bike with one lonely pedal and
one lonely wheel (Hence why he pushes it in a lonely fashion). Lonely!

So, Don't be a legolas to me.. Ok!?   Cause i'll come back, i've done
it before and i will do it again!

>>Currently eating biscuits carefully sown together using the pull cord
>>from a used tampon if that helps my cause?
>
>I don't see you offering them around at all.  Where's your team spirit?

It's currently on tour with shed seven and a jazz band, tonight may
just be the clue you need *winks*.

Vicky Conlan wrote:

> According to :
> 
>>>>WTFITAA?!
>>>
>>>Oi, out of the locker rooms, you.  Team members only!
>>
>>What don't i do to not become a member of the non team then?
> 
> 
> I'm not sure if there's room for a, erm, Notts County fan?
> 

Nairn County - it's Poleson!

According to :
>>>>Oi, out of the locker rooms, you.  Team members only!
>>>What don't i do to not become a member of the non team then?
>>
>>I'm not sure if there's room for a, erm, Notts County fan?
>
>There's *always* room for a notts county fan!! 
>
>I'll let you in on a little secret, Legolas (Yes, he from Lord of the
>rings!) and i sat at the valley of cadbury one friday evening,
>watching the shimmering brown waves of the beautiful dairy milk seas,
>carefully unwrapping a club biscuit i turned to him and said...
>
>Well, The bastard had ran off!
>
>What i didn't realise at the time, but now do, is that the club
>biscuit is manufactured by rival luxury goods firm 'Jacobs', i had
>commited 52 offenses (1 for each week of the year) - Ne-th-er-the-less
>i was embarrassed.. An outcast i was!!... It was an outrage!!
>
>It turned out that what i had been unwrapping had slowly been
>unwrapping me, from the inside out, to the whole damn world!
>
>I felt the fool... I felt low.... I felt lonely... Lonely as an
>african museum sat in a lonely desert which receives no tourists other
>than a skinny lonely man on a lonely bike with one lonely pedal and
>one lonely wheel (Hence why he pushes it in a lonely fashion). Lonely!
>
>So, Don't be a legolas to me.. Ok!?   Cause i'll come back, i've done
>it before and i will do it again!

Erm ... would you like some battenburg?
--

On Thu, 13 Dec 2007 11:06:27 +0000 (UTC), comps@riffraff.plig.net
(Vicky Conlan) wrote:

>According to :
>>>>>Oi, out of the locker rooms, you.  Team members only!
>>>>What don't i do to not become a member of the non team then?
>>>
>>>I'm not sure if there's room for a, erm, Notts County fan?
>>
>>There's *always* room for a notts county fan!! 
>>
>>I'll let you in on a little secret, Legolas (Yes, he from Lord of the
>>rings!) and i sat at the valley of cadbury one friday evening,
>>watching the shimmering brown waves of the beautiful dairy milk seas,
>>carefully unwrapping a club biscuit i turned to him and said...
>>
>>Well, The bastard had ran off!
>>
>>What i didn't realise at the time, but now do, is that the club
>>biscuit is manufactured by rival luxury goods firm 'Jacobs', i had
>>commited 52 offenses (1 for each week of the year) - Ne-th-er-the-less
>>i was embarrassed.. An outcast i was!!... It was an outrage!!
>>
>>It turned out that what i had been unwrapping had slowly been
>>unwrapping me, from the inside out, to the whole damn world!
>>
>>I felt the fool... I felt low.... I felt lonely... Lonely as an
>>african museum sat in a lonely desert which receives no tourists other
>>than a skinny lonely man on a lonely bike with one lonely pedal and
>>one lonely wheel (Hence why he pushes it in a lonely fashion). Lonely!
>>
>>So, Don't be a legolas to me.. Ok!?   Cause i'll come back, i've done
>>it before and i will do it again!
>
>Erm ... would you like some battenburg?

So *you've* got the battenburg.

I've been looking for it for months. I looked behind the sofa but all
I could find were loads of discs filled with people's personal
details. I've no idea how they came to be there. 

I copied Mikey's and ditched the rest.

On Dec 14, 5:43 am, Paul C  wrote:
>
> I've been looking for it for months. I looked behind the sofa but all
> I could find were loads of discs filled with people's personal
> details. I've no idea how they came to be there.
>
> I copied Mikey's and ditched the rest

Was Mikey's one of those super high-capacity dual-layer BluRay discs?

I assume Ben's was just a floppy.

M

On Dec 14, 12:06 am, co...@riffraff.plig.net (Vicky Conlan) wrote:
>
> Erm ... would you like some battenburg?

Is that code for some act of gross indecency? In which case,
battenburg me baby, battenburg me.

M

On Thu, 13 Dec 2007 12:11:56 -0800 (PST), Mister M
 wrote:

>On Dec 14, 5:43 am, Paul C  wrote:
>>
>> I've been looking for it for months. I looked behind the sofa but all
>> I could find were loads of discs filled with people's personal
>> details. I've no idea how they came to be there.
>>
>> I copied Mikey's and ditched the rest
>
>Was Mikey's one of those super high-capacity dual-layer BluRay discs?

I'd have said it was more ginger than blu.
>
>I assume Ben's was just a floppy.

Oh no, it was very much a floppy.

On Thu, 13 Dec 2007 12:13:06 -0800 (PST), Mister M
 wrote:

>On Dec 14, 12:06 am, co...@riffraff.plig.net (Vicky Conlan) wrote:
>>
>> Erm ... would you like some battenburg?
>
>Is that code for some act of gross indecency? In which case,
>battenburg me baby, battenburg me.

With a lobster and an aubergine no less. If we're lucky, we'll see
some of Zeigermann's cheese by the end of the night.


-- 
Demosthenes
'I can't really recall much beyond that. My time in Youksef seems very transient, 
it's like a dream, or a wonderful land like Narnia. Except with glans everywhere.'

On Dec 14, 10:46 am, Demosthenes  wrote:
> On Thu, 13 Dec 2007 12:13:06 -0800 (PST), Mister M
>
>  wrote:
> >On Dec 14, 12:06 am, co...@riffraff.plig.net (Vicky Conlan) wrote:
>
> >> Erm ... would you like some battenburg?
>
> >Is that code for some act of gross indecency? In which case,
> >battenburg me baby, battenburg me.
>
> With a lobster and an aubergine no less. If we're lucky, we'll see
> some of Zeigermann's cheese by the end of the night.
>
I just heard a weird echo on the wind. It said something like "Oh for
the days of Zeigermann's cheese, and the corpse under the sofa.". I
became strangely aroused.

M

According to :
>>> Erm ... would you like some battenburg?
>>
>>Is that code for some act of gross indecency? In which case,
>>battenburg me baby, battenburg me.
>
>With a lobster and an aubergine no less. If we're lucky, we'll see
>some of Zeigermann's cheese by the end of the night.

All topped off with a liberal dosing of Moog gravy?
--

On Fri, 14 Dec 2007 10:02:02 +0000 (UTC), comps@riffraff.plig.net
(Vicky Conlan) wrote:

>According to :
>>>> Erm ... would you like some battenburg?
>>>
>>>Is that code for some act of gross indecency? In which case,
>>>battenburg me baby, battenburg me.
>>
>>With a lobster and an aubergine no less. If we're lucky, we'll see
>>some of Zeigermann's cheese by the end of the night.
>
>All topped off with a liberal dosing of Moog gravy?

Vicky, I think I just came...

-- 
Demosthenes
'I can't really recall much beyond that. My time in Youksef seems very transient, 
it's like a dream, or a wonderful land like Narnia. Except with glans everywhere.'

On Dec 15, 6:27 am, Demosthenes  wrote:
> On Fri, 14 Dec 2007 10:02:02 +0000 (UTC), co...@riffraff.plig.net
>
> (Vicky Conlan) wrote:
> >According to :
> >>>> Erm ... would you like some battenburg?
>
> >>>Is that code for some act of gross indecency? In which case,
> >>>battenburg me baby, battenburg me.
>
> >>With a lobster and an aubergine no less. If we're lucky, we'll see
> >>some of Zeigermann's cheese by the end of the night.
>
> >All topped off with a liberal dosing of Moog gravy?
>
> Vicky, I think I just came...
>
.......to the realisation that love is a many-splintered thing?

M

On Sun, 16 Dec 2007 17:12:12 -0800 (PST), Mister M
 wrote:

>On Dec 15, 6:27 am, Demosthenes  wrote:
>> On Fri, 14 Dec 2007 10:02:02 +0000 (UTC), co...@riffraff.plig.net
>>
>> (Vicky Conlan) wrote:
>> >According to :
>> >>>> Erm ... would you like some battenburg?
>>
>> >>>Is that code for some act of gross indecency? In which case,
>> >>>battenburg me baby, battenburg me.
>>
>> >>With a lobster and an aubergine no less. If we're lucky, we'll see
>> >>some of Zeigermann's cheese by the end of the night.
>>
>> >All topped off with a liberal dosing of Moog gravy?
>>
>> Vicky, I think I just came...
>>
>.......to the realisation that love is a many-splintered thing?

Especially when one has a furniture fetish. Pass a needle and thread,
please?


-- 
Demosthenes
'I can't really recall much beyond that. My time in Youksef seems very transient, 
it's like a dream, or a wonderful land like Narnia. Except with glans everywhere.'

"Encee Efcee"  wrote in message
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> On Tue, 11 Dec 2007 16:56:02 +0000 (UTC), comps@riffraff.plig.net
> (Vicky Conlan) wrote:
>>I'm not sure if there's room for a, erm, Notts County fan?
>
> There's *always* room for a notts county fan!!

Hang on, the penny's just dropped.  Skyjam was a Norwich City fan, wasn't 
he/she/it?

Cunts.

I wish I could find that penny again.


-- 
Joe

"I am the fat puddin', but a single puddingness" - Vicky Conlan

On Fri, 28 Dec 2007 05:54:21 GMT, "Joe Horowitz"
<my_name@youblunder.co.youghey> wrote:

>>>I'm not sure if there's room for a, erm, Notts County fan?
>> There's *always* room for a notts county fan!!
>
>Hang on, the penny's just dropped.  Skyjam was a Norwich City fan, wasn't 
>he/she/it?

This brings a tear to my eye!  If i could've picked anyone to uncover
my sheath of cheap chocolate brown rubbery disguise it would be you,
parkes... I mean Joo, jo.. JOE!  Horew.. hor.. Joe H! My ol' buddy!


You know, i had this plan... First time round i arrive, have some
banter get burnt, get labelled, get burnt a few more times.. Burnt
once again for luck.... You know, I get burnt real bad, [a] No! NO!
Leave me... *wipes tear* ....*sniff*.. Let me continue..... 

[a] Affection

I take my canoe and dissappear off to the nearest watery expanse,
backpack full to the rafters (i felt that having a timber structure
inside the backpack would not only add extra protection to the
contents, but also act as a lifebuoy if i were to go down
unexpectably[w]).

[w] Wank opportunity

So there i am, alone, in my bath-like vessel... [a] I decide to review
the situation, is my only choice to fall into this mesmorising water,
only to surface again as food for the local carnivores?!

No! I'm stronger than that, the burns don't feel as painful as at
first they appeared, I decide to open my backpack, it's a complete
print from my time as a 'seffer... I read through piece by piece
learning where i went wrong, dicephering the code bit by bit, learning
the characters font by font, and the people post by post.  The A's
become B's and the C's leap above Z's (Pronouced "zee's" please),
while the K's stay as K's and the O's walk out in a sulky fashion,
slamming the door behind them.

I've got it!!! I yell at the top of my voice!!

Who said that?! I must be hearing things... I look down at my hands,
all i see are crinkle cut chips.. It was my own voice.. MUM! I cry, i
turn and she is washing my back, time to get out of the bath she says,
time to return.  Use your newlee lernt norledge of the groop she says,
use it to yor advantarge she whispers, use the chocorlate rubber sheef
she mutters, disgyse yorsalf she emails!!!  CALL ME BACK She phones...
a boney hand waves as the door opens.   

VISIT ME MORE!!!!

>Cunts.

I agree.

>I wish I could find that penny again.

I agree also with this, last seen presenting the morning news i heard.

"Skijumptoes"  wrote in message 
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>
> You know, i had this plan... First time round i arrive, have some
> banter get burnt, get labelled, get burnt a few more times.. Burnt
> once again for luck.... You know, I get burnt real bad, [a] No! NO!
> Leave me... *wipes tear* ....*sniff*.. Let me continue.....


Quiet, you, I'm trying to read the madcap ramblings of encee efcee.

BTN