This is all so much funnier when you're drunk.

I'd claim T-Bag except for that fact that any inherent humor in the name probably wouldn't come from my love of english breakfast tea.

WHATEVAH, I DO WUT I WANT!

I just noticed from Wikipedia that, besides pork, "technically, ham is the thigh and buttock of any animal that is slaughtered for meat".

This is good for at least two reasons; firstly, the use of the word "buttock", heh heh(!), which doesn't get nearly enough exposure nowadays for my liking. And secondly, it opens up a whole new world of possible ham and/or buttock-related discussion for this venerable thread.

Hello :)

Unfortunately Midsummer got stolen a while back when some gentlemen broke into my flat when I was out and helped themselves to various of my posessions including my computer. I was so cross when I got back I almost swore - the darned scoundrels. All that remains is a few bits of graphics and stuff on an old hard drive. I should have made a proper backup I suppose... Anyway, I can't be arsed to start over, so it's dead.

It was a fairly crappy computer though so the joke's on them, in a way. Ha ha! ha... damn it.

I already have my excuse lined up for anything work related:

A damned meteorite came through the ceiling and nailed my PC.



And as you KNOW that's considered an 'act of god' and thus isn't covered under any insurance policies =D

Toad man jumps topics to announce his disgust!

Anyone else think most of those look like the waist-down backside of an infant/fetus?

I see, well.. only 3 posts before we break 700... somebody make an effort!

Hello, and welcome to the 899th post, which I would like to use in order to congratulate whoever makes the next one, for making the next one. The 900th one that is, which is quite a lot of posts and therefore it's worth wasting the 899th to celebrate the making of the 900th, especially seeing as most threads do not get to 900, or indeed 899. So I actually feel quite honoured to be making the 899th post, though not quite as honoured as I would presumably feel were I making the 900th, as 900 is a more notable number than 899 for obvious reasons (really, 899 is usually sadly overlooked when compared to 900 in the number-popularity stakes). But I'm quite content and even happy with 899, given that 900 is out of reach for reasons of numerical procedure which dictate that 899 must directly precede 900, as I understand it.

Anyway, in honour of the imminent unveiling of the 900th post, I should like to recite a poem of my own composition, inspired by this very event. NO ONE is allowed to leave until after I have finished.


A lament to eight hundred and ninety-nine:

899, the last of your kind,
when 900 arrives you'll be left behind
899, most underrated are you,
umm... for you're only 3 away from 902
899- oh sod it


And now, ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce, without further ado, or indeed further delay or procrastination (or any other such forms of shilly-shallying, dilly-dallying or filly-fallying) the momentous, life-affirming event that is POST 900: