I take the blame for this.
I take the blame for this.
BAD Meat Puppet!
OK. This started offf... slow enough, but you've gone mad. 'You've gone wrong'.
How many of you still have all your fingers, after this mad frenzy of typing. Typing! Oh, like a yurrow, in to the night!
You'll end up like this guy:
I have all my fingers, an thumbs. That will never happen to me! I don't think he started beating himself up like that over being on the net to long. I think his broadband isn't working,an its his snail pace dial up that has made him do that. It's so sad.
I have 8 thumbs and 2 fingers.
LET THE HAMMER FALL
You should see a doctor about that.
Or possibly a farmer.
A farmer?!
Yes.
Farmers are very reliable people usually.
There are two that live by me, if you don't know where to find any!
They go by the names of Dave and Dave Junior.
I think next time you encounter these farmers, you should ask what they would suggest in a situation like this. An then let us know what they say.
No thank you.
The last time I encountered one was on a dark and windy night back in November. I remeber Dave saying " Oo-er, 'ere what're you doin' in my field, old boy?"
It is an experience I do not wish to repeat.
Those farmers!
:laugh: Typical farmer. But what were you doing in his field?Originally Posted by themagicroundabout
It wasn't my fault!
I had to go fetch my dog, and she'd wandered off into the fields!
I suspect that she did it just so the farmers would scare me!
Come to think of it, just what were they doing in the field on a dark an windy night in November? Maybe your dog was trying to alert you to their suspicious activities.
Those farmers!What could they be up to!?
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