Walsingham

Here's my analysis: apply weapon to bad guy, if bad guy bleeds then repeat until dead.

I can't see EITHER pic. most awesome underboob ever.jpg

What do you think about manned aerial drone carriers then? Union issues? I don't have justifications for everything I think.

I don't think the F35 is a bad plane. I just think the idea of manned planes is grossly outdated. Manned planes are to our era what battleships were to the 1930s.

Ahh, I don't think so. Religion can sway individuals to extreme acts and it can inculcate the young and impressionable. To say it's simply a tool of politicians is a gross simplification. And to cite ye old peaceful times when christians and muslims lived together is lunacy. There will be no peace between Christians and Muslims, ever. It's in the books. Whoah, time out. You mean in the 'there will always be war' sense, or the 'we better exterminate those foreigners' sense?

Washington Post story about the 9th Iraqi armoured, oby's pics show. Looks like ISIS paid off the officers and whenthe officers ran, the men ran. But another unit, of commandos, held the refinery successfully. Hardly the heroic fighting conquest oby would like to portray. Of course, I've never met an actual Russian who'd cheer for jihadists. Because, you know, Chechnya, domestic terrorism, and Afghanistan. But who'd still be stupid enough to think oby was Russian?

But you still have the requirements, functional architecture, and some reusable code, right? Right?

Wait... If you're NOT a bot, what's the square root of chartreuse?

Write your ideas up as a short story or two. Don't get fixated in a medium.

Gee, those Russian designed tanks look a wee bit fragile.

I've decided to abandon all the complex philosophical arguments on this issue. The Palestinians' mates keep exploding people from my country. **** those guys. There ya go. My hat is now in the ring.

I saw a lady in a white dress walking down the street away from me. This man was walking towards me with this sloppy grin on his face. The lady stopped to cross the road. She had a massive smile. There is a God. He is a man. He loves us all so much.

I spit up my coffee reading that! I love you too, man.

I don't think I've ever eaten chicken fried steak. You'll have to direct me to a good one if we ever meet. I could send you a recipe. If you can get your hands on venison, it isn't hard to do. October's vension season over here. But I could probably get some if I asked my butcher.

Britain _should_ choose the jackdaw, since they are smart, work socially, and are real survivors. But we'd probably choose the robin, which is a heartless tw** that tries to start fights with random other birds. Insomnia. It's what makes you trash talk small birds at 4 a.m., butt naked.

If I ever decide to have that work done NO WAY am I letting them try and finish in less time than it takes me to shower, shave, and get dressed. Bring a soda, put on the radio, take your time.

I think the only way to go for Suarez is to file his teeth to points. All of them. Even the molars.

I'm currently liking 'thin' Pam.

I got completely bongoed last night, and am currently nursing my hangover. I fried up some steak and king prawns in olive oil, pepper, lemon zest and rosemary, ate same with rye bread, and am watching Archer while I burp up irn bru.

Understood. I'll have to hunt up some pics later. For now: to the pub!

Firstly I do not and am resolved to never own a smart phone. I have a waterproof, thump resistant box that makes phonecalls and sends texts. If I need to know something off the internet then I simply ring a sedentary nerd and ask them to look it up. Secondly it is already on vibrate. I only use the ringtones for setting alarms.

I'm generally in favour of anything to do with beer, but I don't get this. 1) I live near good pubs. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't factored this in when I bought my house. 2) I patronise good breweries, and don't just buy from supermarkets. I get beer in bottles, and enjoy same. Plus in general I like pubs. It's where I top up my contact with weirdos, liars, and hairy old men.

I don't think I've ever eaten chicken fried steak. You'll have to direct me to a good one if we ever meet.

Getting fed up with the angry whining buzz of my phone. I am now refusing to answer the bloody thing, simply because I know I'll be too rude to anyone on the other end. We should go back to using telegrams.

I saw a pack of Chinese tourists nearly barge an old lady with a stick under a goddamn train. Today. The funny thing was how polite everyone else became while boarding. Also, I'd dearly love to confound 'oby's British tourist concept. BUt on balance I think I'd rather strip to my pants and vomit in his handbag.