He used to sail the seven seas on a ship made of the nails of women who bite their nails while waiting for the results of a pregnancy test.
― Tuomas, Thursday, 20 August 2009 23:40 (sixteen years ago)
Now he runs the district line to Tesco while forming half chewed sandwiches into graven images of Neil Armstrong.
― Mark G, Thursday, 20 August 2009 23:41 (sixteen years ago)
If you asked him whether he would rather drink a jar of glue or eat a newspaper, he was not be able to provide you with an answer, but rather got stuck in his thoughts and started to hum the first notes of "Chattanooga Choo Choo" over and over again.
― Tuomas, Thursday, 20 August 2009 23:43 (sixteen years ago)
Meanwhile John "It should have been me you know" (The) Baptist was playfully haning over the last of his subscription for the "Easy Goin' Chile" blues CD series.
― Mark G, Thursday, 20 August 2009 23:45 (sixteen years ago)
<3
― BIG HOOS aka the steendriver, Thursday, 20 August 2009 23:47 (sixteen years ago)
Mary Magdalene wrote her twitter to a potential mother-in-law "That's nuthin, I got a college named after me, mate!"
― Mark G, Thursday, 20 August 2009 23:50 (sixteen years ago)
He knew what happened to Amelia Earhart, he knew the culprit, motive, and manner, but he would not reveal it, as telling the truth would've also made people learn the real events of Flight 47, and that would've ruined his career as a relatively popular mystery novelist in Europe.
― Tuomas, Thursday, 20 August 2009 23:51 (sixteen years ago)
"My bicycle just got wet, but I don't care. And you know why I don't care? Because I'm not outside!" he said to his followers, who thought it the least plausible of the 12 commandments he'd just sellotaped out of machine parts for the Fiat Panda.
― Mark G, Thursday, 20 August 2009 23:54 (sixteen years ago)
"No sleeping on Tour" prompted Judas Iscariot. "NO SLEEPING ON TOUR!!!"
― Mark G, Thursday, 20 August 2009 23:55 (sixteen years ago)
"I'm not swallowing until you tell me what it is" insisted Peter, the fisherman of shoes.
― Mark G, Thursday, 20 August 2009 23:56 (sixteen years ago)
"Bloody Libraries!" blasted Jesus. "OK, I'm keeping it, right?"
― Mark G, Thursday, 20 August 2009 23:57 (sixteen years ago)
His favourite percussion instrument was the cuíca, the reason for that was that it reminded him of the sound he used to hear coming from his father's bedroom when he was a little child, the source of which he only learned several years later while visiting a local leathersmith.
― Tuomas, Thursday, 20 August 2009 23:58 (sixteen years ago)
"Damn it Nathaniel, make you mind up! just pick one! I have to get this guest list over to the World's End before 6!"
― Mark G, Thursday, 20 August 2009 23:59 (sixteen years ago)
"Cleanliness is next to Godliness", said Jesus as he combed his hair. "and I'm well in with Both, alright?"
― Mark G, Friday, 21 August 2009 00:05 (sixteen years ago)
"I like to keep my hand in", he said to nobody in particular.
― Mark G, Friday, 21 August 2009 00:06 (sixteen years ago)
"No no, you don't understand! One Another is the name of my dog!"
(night night)
― Mark G, Friday, 21 August 2009 00:07 (sixteen years ago)