

Thank you so much for getting back to me with such a trove. I really appreciate it. I never know where to start looking for certain topics and terms.
When you know nothing, you dont know what you dont know.


Thank you so much for getting back to me with such a trove. I really appreciate it. I never know where to start looking for certain topics and terms.
When you know nothing, you dont know what you dont know.


What do these things mean?


Apparently it was related to some marketing campaign that Hoover had, way back. Where, if you bought a product you either got a discount off a return plane ticket to America or you got them outright.
As a result, there was a huge uptick in the number of people buying Hoovers in the UK, to the point that they actually became synonymous.


A song of two halves, where the background bass line becomes the front row brass.


I’ve just started rewatching Archer from the beginning. I loved it at the time, and I agree that it ended very well.
I hope Reed takes some time to contemplate another project to get passionate about, because I loved both Archer and Frisky Dingo.


To avoid that, i imagine they would post armed men on the tanker itself. Perhaps post signs, in english, at the ingresses that state that any gunshots on the deck of an oil tanker could result in the destruction of the entire vessel.
Id just talk about it being disgusting like they didn’t vote for it. ‘Other it’ around them and try not to put it like you’re attacking them. I’d say, for the sake of your family connection by way of your wife, you have to stomach some degree of it. Engendering division only helps the goblins like Miller and Bannon.
I’m talking as someone who’s mother and father voted for Brexit instead of trump, and I refuse to act like it hasn’t been a gigantic fucking mess.


I see that the would be assassin died yesterday.


I don’t know why my brain refuses to let it go, but Graeme Norgate’s Astrolander from Timesplitters 2 is short and very sweet.
Also theres the opening theme from Escape from the Planet of the Robot Monsters.
Oh actually also the Italy round of Road Rash 3. I once worked in an Italian restaurant and would whistle this without knowing it was taken from some famous Italian opera, and the owner asked me how I knew the music, and I didn’t have the heart to tell him.


Ours could differentiate the crinkle of something containing cheese compared to any other crinkle coming from the kitchen, and would trot around the corner like she expected to see everyone in there shovelling cheese into their face and she was free to take part, when that would only actually happen about 25% of the time.


Come now. When people say strawmanning, they tend to mean that someone has taken the time to at least turn a pile of straw into the shape of a man but you can’t even be arsed to do that. Just standing next to it and calling it a man is even sadder.
You started too many chats and feel like you need to argue them all but you can’t even remember who said what.
“Anyone not fighting my corner is for the murder of innocents” Sounds a bit brain-rotty, fella. A tad corrupt.


Saying that killing is morally wrong, or saying that an individual is hateful, is a nothing sentence. It’s not an opening of discourse or planet brained insight. When asked a follow up, to elucidate, you assume the position of actors and extol your own virtue by putting down the rest.
It’s nout but antagonism for the purpose of whysoever a troll would do anything. Getting jollies off by calling high horse, or moral corruption.
You make playing in the shit look like fun, and then feign upset when others join you.


Ahhhh, I get it. No instances of me cheering at the death of others, so the other party has to fake the argument. Petty, and a pity.
Come now, you’ve started discourse with others, you really ought to answer their questions.


Your ability to admit you don’t understand it is a big step. Now you just need to address your previous commenters in the same light, with the questions you’ve been asked and are too afraid to answer. We believe in you, champ.


Jesus, those are some thoroughly piss-soaked chips you’ve got there, petal.
The one I’ve heard is: What’s about a foot long and slippery?