RIGHT!!!!!!!
A challenge was set by one of our members that there is not enuf "quality" shite to talk about when one gets to a poker table...cos one is a sad git to whom no one talks, no, scratch that, i mean to whom one wants to talk, about Iranian nuclear disarmament over a pair of 5s being scorched by some numbskull, who will remain nameless, anyway...
right, how about we start a new thread
the intellectual poker players' headbashers ball while u try to work out wtf u got in your hand and if you're going to win...
should go down a treat...
i reckon we should start a convo about the meaning of life and the origins of the universe, followed by a portion of Darwin with some atrophy salad, and for dessert...Descartes...and can I find my way to the loo, or if not, can anyone tell me what could be constructed as a loo before i block every entrance to my room and ask God why he did this to me? should i thank him? who the hell is he?? is he the chicken or the egg...he can't be either...
hmmm....problem...gas...now, gas is ok, cos it keeps ya warm and lets yer body deflate, but, who invented gas...
there's the rub...
ok, gas molecules...still same prob...
don't get me wrong...
i still wanna go down the pub...
and, for me, it's if u could prove god existed i'd probably say, well...ok, there's no way you can save me, grandpa, so just send me to hell
if not...just party on down...
ok, is the men's tennis final on yet???
hope so...
is that more than 3 words, Scrumptious? Hope so...don't want ya readin shite for nutt'n!


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