#39,181
Dennis wrote:
or just use an elastic rope. That way he’d not have to lose weight - the trapdoor would open, he’d drop down and then fly back up in the air, thus causing the relevant neck-snappage of which i believe hanging in mainly concerned.
Not having hanged anyone, I cannot be entirely sure, but I grew up by a pub called the Hangman’s Tree, so if anyone’d know…
Mind, they just demolished said pub to build houses. But erm.
As you were.
Posted on Mon, 3 December 2007 at 16:32
#39,182
mrs h wrote:
TIt made me feel a bit sick when you said neck snappage. Could you rephrase your last post so it’s a bit less graphic? Otherwise we’ll all just feel guilty :(
Posted on Mon, 3 December 2007 at 16:39
#39,183
Dennis wrote:
how about “mind-body spiritual separation”
Sounds kind of New Age, almost a healing thing. Damnit we should charge him for this kind of therapy…
Posted on Mon, 3 December 2007 at 16:43
#39,184
mrs h wrote:
That’s much better!! It sounds very healthy and consciousness raising - and also, as you so rightly say, prohibitively expensive. We could be rich, as long as people are prepared to pay up front :)
Posted on Mon, 3 December 2007 at 16:45
#39,185
The Wrong Type of Ladder... (Mr Kog) wrote:
You could offer a catering option…I highly recommend the dead hedgehog hot-pot…and if that don’t see you off, at least the elastic rope will…
Posted on Mon, 3 December 2007 at 16:58
#39,186
mrs h wrote:
Yes, I must admit the dead hedgehog hotpot was a vast improvement on my earlier efforts. I don’t think a single womble enjoyed my live hedgehog hotpot :(
Posted on Mon, 3 December 2007 at 17:07
#39,187
The Wrong Type of Ladder... (Mr Kog) wrote:
No-one liked Hedgehog Hotpot Live…it was the 27 minute drum solos…
Posted on Mon, 3 December 2007 at 17:12
#39,188
Pip (Philip Kelly) wrote:
Yeah I’m still picking those spikey things out of my gums the marinated electric eels was the worse tho
Posted on Mon, 3 December 2007 at 17:12
#39,189
mrs h wrote:
I’m not made of money and I can’t play the guitar!! I do my best, and nobody appreciates me. Or my band :(
*bursts into tears and falls on the floor in a sobbing heap*
Posted on Mon, 3 December 2007 at 17:15
#39,190
Pip (Philip Kelly) wrote:
I can’t play the cello can I join your band?
Posted on Mon, 3 December 2007 at 17:17
#39,191
The Wrong Type of Ladder... (Mr Kog) wrote:
I know, but at least the drummer in Def Leppard had one arm…what were you thinking putting Nobby ‘No Limbs’ McKenzie behind a drum kit?…it was embarrasing…
Posted on Mon, 3 December 2007 at 17:18
#39,192
mrs h wrote:
@ Pip - of course you can, as long as you have your own cello. Or you could make one :)
@Kog - Well he was the only one who would do it. And that’s why the ‘drum solo’ takes 27 minutes. It’s supposed to be a paradiddle :(
Posted on Mon, 3 December 2007 at 17:23
#39,193
The Wrong Type of Ladder... (Mr Kog) wrote:
Is that hat that was?…I thought he was trying to open a tin of mackerel…
Posted on Mon, 3 December 2007 at 17:26
#39,194
mrs h wrote:
That was the snare drum :mad:
Posted on Mon, 3 December 2007 at 17:27
#39,195
The Wrong Type of Ladder... (Mr Kog) wrote:
…and to add insult to injury, someone’s stolen my ‘w’ key…
Posted on Mon, 3 December 2007 at 17:27
#39,196
Gimme Back My Brainsaw (Mike Hunt) wrote:
Cant we just kill off gracious me?
may sound bad but at least we all get to make a speech
:D
Posted on Mon, 3 December 2007 at 18:06
#39,197
mrs h wrote:
How does FUCK OFF grab you? And if I catch you blaspheming round here again I’ll tan your hide :mad:
And you’re grounded for 10 years :)
Posted on Mon, 3 December 2007 at 19:26
#39,198
Hooch's mum (mrs h the 1st) wrote:
*clips gimme round the ear and locks him in the naughty cupboard*
*hopes d isn’t still in there*
Cheeky little git :rolleyes:
Posted on Mon, 3 December 2007 at 19:39
#39,199
Misanthropologist (d) wrote:
No, we’re hiding in the Guilty Conscience Cupboard
Posted on Mon, 3 December 2007 at 22:02
#39,200
Taunty Dan wrote:
..or “d’s wardrobe” to give it its more common name. So many secrets…
Posted on Tue, 4 December 2007 at 19:24
#39,201
mrs h wrote:
lol :D
Poor d. At least he keeps his ‘special’ things in his wardrobe, credit where it’s due :)
Posted on Tue, 4 December 2007 at 20:53
#39,202
Misanthropologist (d) wrote:
How do you know I have so many secrets in there, Dan? I’ll tell you why: it’s because you keep going there looking for suggestions. :mad:
Posted on Tue, 4 December 2007 at 22:22
#39,203
The Wrong Type of Ladder... (Mr Kog) wrote:
Posted on Tue, 4 December 2007 at 22:24
#39,204
Misanthropologist (d) wrote:
What can I say? They have good taste.
Posted on Tue, 4 December 2007 at 22:55
#39,205
mrs h wrote:
I hate to tell you, but most of your secrets are not very secret d. In fact most of them are on ebay …
Fortunately they don’t appear to be selling very fast, and I reckon it would take Dan a couple of weeks to wrap a parcel and get the stamps on by himself :)
Posted on Wed, 5 December 2007 at 09:58
#39,206
Misanthropologist (d) wrote:
Especially from the inside.
Posted on Wed, 5 December 2007 at 12:44
#39,207
mrs h wrote:
Posted on Wed, 5 December 2007 at 15:34
#39,208
Dennis wrote:
What makes it more disturbing is that he absent-mindedly lets his feelings know about being cooped up in a parcel by singing “Outside” by George Michael. Repeatedly.
I swear I saw the parcel shake as he sang “Let’s go oustide” and tried to mimic the dance moves from the diamond-toilet-infested video.
Posted on Wed, 5 December 2007 at 15:45
#39,209
mrs h wrote:
That was me I’m afraid. I was kicking it quite hard. *blushes*
Posted on Wed, 5 December 2007 at 15:52
#39,210
Dennis wrote:
Posted on Wed, 5 December 2007 at 16:12
