― Kim, Sunday, 28 October 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ned Raggett, Sunday, 28 October 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Tadeusz Suchodolski, Sunday, 28 October 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I could listen to the stories of Ye Olde Yesteryear for any number of hours if there was tea and biscuits.
― rainy, Sunday, 28 October 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― anthonyeaston, Sunday, 28 October 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― anthony, Sunday, 28 October 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Geoff, Sunday, 28 October 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Menelaus Darcy, Monday, 29 October 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Maria, Monday, 29 October 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Er......I said that like it was something be proud of.
Mine was about Sean Connery. I'm sure Pete or someone mocked it. Jealous.
― Ronan, Monday, 29 October 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Fucking 20 somethings and your careers or whatever you call them.
― Nicole, Monday, 29 October 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Her response - HOLY SHIT.
So, to all you young'uns out there, with your YOUTH and your inability to DRIVE or VOTE, I salute you with my raised middle finger and a boot in the butt. And then maybe I'll buy you some smokes and a beer. Maybe.
And, yes, I am a CIT (Curmudgeon In Training). Still have to work on my Senseless Vitriol, though - I still get stuck in Frantic Rant mode whenever I start really bitching. I should drink more absinthe.
― David Raposa, Monday, 29 October 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Kim, Monday, 29 October 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Kim (Kim), Friday, 18 October 2002 02:24 (twenty-three years ago)