White Knights of the Round Table

[Cactus_]

I don't severely dislike anyone, please don't speak on my behalf. And really MWPP cancelled her account so she is a non-entity in the discussion, it's akin to me saying Margaret Thatcher should get laid. Irrelevant.
You are also not entitled to respect because you are female, like most people you can earn it. This isn't a silver platter type thing dished up to you because of your sex.

You played the necrophilia card?

And the Margaret Thatcher card? Very poor form.

Plus, I completely disagree with your take on respect. Respect is not something you have to earn. Respect should be given to everyone right from the start. Some people loose it, but everyone should get the full measure right from the start. Saying that people have to earn respect before they are treated with respect is how apprentices end up being bastardised and noobs get hazed.

 

[pantskyle]

You played the necrophilia card?

And the Margaret Thatcher card? Very poor form.

Plus, I completely disagree with your take on respect. Respect is not something you have to earn. Respect should be given to everyone right from the start. Some people loose it, but everyone should get the full measure right from the start. Saying that people have to earn respect before they are treated with respect is how apprentices end up being bastardised and noobs get hazed.

Honestly I don't really care on your opinion

 

[Cactus_]

I have always wanted to be called Sir

I’d dub you myself but only one of the nobs can confer that honour. I am only a peasant.

 

[Cactus_]

Honestly I don't really care on your opinion

Of course you don’t.

Those that have forfeited their own honour always make a jest of respecting others.

Thou art a boasting, prattling, popinjay and a false knight. I defy thee to hell and back.

 

[Damp Squarie]

I grew a thick skin growing up with older brothers and their mates

I learnt at an early age to give as good as you get or move on

I never expected anyone else to change their behaviour or speak for me

Nor was I encouraged to

Tha's all I have to say

Beautiful words CWM...Me too.
Its the Boomer in me.

I'm normally a social girl
I love to meet my mates
But lately with the virus here
We can't go out the gates.

You see, we are the 'oldies' now
We need to stay inside
If they haven't seen us for a while
They'll think we've upped and died.

They'll never know the things we did
Before we got this old
There wasn't any Facebook
So not everything was told.

We may seem sweet old ladies
Who would never be uncouth
But we grew up in the 60s -
If you only knew the truth!

There was sex and drugs and rock 'n roll !!
The pill and miniskirts
We smoked, we drank, we partied
And were quite outrageous flirts.

Then we settled down, got married
And turned into someone's mum,
Somebody's wife, then nana,
Who on earth did we become?

We didn't mind the change of pace
Because our lives were full
But to bury us before we're dead
Is like red rag to a bull!

So here you find me stuck inside
For 4 weeks, maybe more
I finally found myself again
Then I had to close the door!

It didn't really bother me
I'd while away the hour
I'd bake for all the family
But I've got no bloody flour!

Now Netflix is just wonderful
I like a gutsy thriller
I'm swooning over Idris
Or some random sexy killer.

At least I've got a stash of booze
For when I'm being idle
There's wine and bundy, even gin
If I'm feeling suicidal!

So let's all drink to lockdown
To recovery and health
And hope this bloody virus
Doesn't decimate our wealth.

We'll all get through the crisis
And be back to join our mates
Just hoping I'm not far too wide
To fit through the flaming gates!

 

[pantskyle]

Of course you don’t.

Those that have forfeited their own honour always make a jest of respecting others.

Thou art a boasting, prattling, popinjay and a false knight. I defy thee to hell and back.

K.

 

[GWS Goose]

Beautiful words CWM...Me too.
Its the Boomer in me.

I'm normally a social girl
I love to meet my mates
But lately with the virus here
We can't go out the gates.

You see, we are the 'oldies' now
We need to stay inside
If they haven't seen us for a while
They'll think we've upped and died.

They'll never know the things we did
Before we got this old
There wasn't any Facebook
So not everything was told.

We may seem sweet old ladies
Who would never be uncouth
But we grew up in the 60s -
If you only knew the truth!

There was sex and drugs and rock 'n roll !!
The pill and miniskirts
We smoked, we drank, we partied
And were quite outrageous flirts.

Then we settled down, got married
And turned into someone's mum,
Somebody's wife, then nana,
Who on earth did we become?

We didn't mind the change of pace
Because our lives were full
But to bury us before we're dead
Is like red rag to a bull!

So here you find me stuck inside
For 4 weeks, maybe more
I finally found myself again
Then I had to close the door!

It didn't really bother me
I'd while away the hour
I'd bake for all the family
But I've got no bloody flour!

Now Netflix is just wonderful
I like a gutsy thriller
I'm swooning over Idris
Or some random sexy killer.

At least I've got a stash of booze
For when I'm being idle
There's wine and bundy, even gin
If I'm feeling suicidal!

So let's all drink to lockdown
To recovery and health
And hope this bloody virus
Doesn't decimate our wealth.

We'll all get through the crisis
And be back to join our mates
Just hoping I'm not far too wide
To fit through the flaming gates!

Did you write that yourself?
It is really, really good if you did

 

[Damp Squarie]

Did you write that yourself?
It is really, really good if you did

No I cannot lay claim to that; there are no swear words ...the rest of it is true to a tee though.

 

[GWS Goose]

No I cannot lay claim to that; there are no swear words ...the rest of it is true to a tee though.

Still good work.

 

[Damp Squarie]

Still good work.

Better than this I have to say ; which I did pen.

I was drinking at Uncle Tony’s House when a player caught my eye
He had a ring through his nose and a tattoo on his thigh
I asked for his name and he said that he was Ding
He smelt like he’d shit himself but he danced with a certain zing

I asked if he liked country western or rock
And he screamed, "I like big busty bombers to give plenty of ****!"
He said, "Come on Norma are you game for a laugh?"
So we jumped in a cab and went back to his gaff

Now the house was in Southport and on the front door
Was a crest from each Qooty club that had been there before
I said to him “*** Ding that's impressive to see"
As it looked as if he’d had far more roots than me!

It smelled like a lair that I’d been in before
There were Dragon scarfs and Swamprat goo all upon the floor
He walked up to the window and sat upon the ledge
I put my hand down his jocks and felt his meat and two veg

It was then that I realised that Ding had this hammer
I gasped then I mumbled and blubbed with a stammer
I ran out of the door and onto the street
With my bra ‘round my belly and body in heat.

Id barely escaped and thanked God that I could
Got a Bundy and a cab and went back to the ‘hood
So, if you're up in the Gold Coast and bump into Ding
Just remember he'll split ya with that monstrous thing.

 

[manangatang]

But if I'm taking any comments I read on here personally, I look at myself first to wonder why.

This is perfect. Huzzah.

 

[Cactus_]

K.

A false knight and a very dull fellow it beseemeth.

Come fellow, doth thy courage fail thee ...? Step forward and try thy hand to strike me. This crowd hath not assembled to see us grunt monosyllables at each other. Thou art already sitting on thy arse in the mud, thou canst not very well do any worse than thou hast already done.

 

[pantskyle]

A false knight and a very dull fellow it beseemeth.

Come fellow, doth thy courage fail thee ...? Step forward and try thy hand to strike me. This crowd hath not assembled to see us grunt monosyllables at each other. Thou art already sitting on thy arse in the mud, thou canst not very well do any worse than thou hast already done.

Prefer a 1980s dance off.

 

[TRUMAN#1]

Prefer a 1980s dance off.

 

[GWS Goose]

Better than this I have to say ; which I did pen.

I was drinking at Uncle Tony’s House when a player caught my eye
He had a ring through his nose and a tattoo on his thigh
I asked for his name and he said that he was Ding
He smelt like he’d shit himself but he danced with a certain zing

I asked if he liked country western or rock
And he screamed, "I like big busty bombers to give plenty of ****!"
He said, "Come on Norma are you game for a laugh?"
So we jumped in a cab and went back to his gaff

Now the house was in Southport and on the front door
Was a crest from each Qooty club that had been there before
I said to him “*** Ding that's impressive to see"
As it looked as if he’d had far more roots than me!

It smelled like a lair that I’d been in before
There were Dragon scarfs and Swamprat goo all upon the floor
He walked up to the window and sat upon the ledge
I put my hand down his jocks and felt his meat and two veg

It was then that I realised that Ding had this hammer
I gasped then I mumbled and blubbed with a stammer
I ran out of the door and onto the street
With my bra ‘round my belly and body in heat.

Id barely escaped and thanked God that I could
Got a Bundy and a cab and went back to the ‘hood
So, if you're up in the Gold Coast and bump into Ding
Just remember he'll split ya with that monstrous thing.

Outstanding!!

 

[Cactus_]

Prefer a 1980s dance off.

The you have chosen the form of the destructor:






Your move Dickless.

 

[WaynesWorld19]

Of course you don’t.

Those that have forfeited their own honour always make a jest of respecting others.

Thou art a boasting, prattling, popinjay and a false knight. I defy thee to hell and back.

Harsh words Cactus .....quite damning

 

[WaynesWorld19]

Prefer a 1980s dance off.

OK ....but lets keep this equal opportunity ......not a male chauvinistic chickfest

 

[WaynesWorld19]

Beautiful words CWM...Me too.
Its the Boomer in me.

I'm normally a social girl
I love to meet my mates
But lately with the virus here
We can't go out the gates.

You see, we are the 'oldies' now
We need to stay inside
If they haven't seen us for a while
They'll think we've upped and died.

They'll never know the things we did
Before we got this old
There wasn't any Facebook
So not everything was told.

We may seem sweet old ladies
Who would never be uncouth
But we grew up in the 60s -
If you only knew the truth!

There was sex and drugs and rock 'n roll !!
The pill and miniskirts
We smoked, we drank, we partied
And were quite outrageous flirts.

Then we settled down, got married
And turned into someone's mum,
Somebody's wife, then nana,
Who on earth did we become?

We didn't mind the change of pace
Because our lives were full
But to bury us before we're dead
Is like red rag to a bull!

So here you find me stuck inside
For 4 weeks, maybe more
I finally found myself again
Then I had to close the door!

It didn't really bother me
I'd while away the hour
I'd bake for all the family
But I've got no bloody flour!

Now Netflix is just wonderful
I like a gutsy thriller
I'm swooning over Idris
Or some random sexy killer.

At least I've got a stash of booze
For when I'm being idle
There's wine and bundy, even gin
If I'm feeling suicidal!

So let's all drink to lockdown
To recovery and health
And hope this bloody virus
Doesn't decimate our wealth.

We'll all get through the crisis
And be back to join our mates
Just hoping I'm not far too wide
To fit through the flaming gates!

#bestinthebusiness

 

[GWS Goose]

Better than this I have to say ; which I did pen.

I was drinking at Uncle Tony’s House when a player caught my eye
He had a ring through his nose and a tattoo on his thigh
I asked for his name and he said that he was Ding
He smelt like he’d shit himself but he danced with a certain zing

I asked if he liked country western or rock
And he screamed, "I like big busty bombers to give plenty of ****!"
He said, "Come on Norma are you game for a laugh?"
So we jumped in a cab and went back to his gaff

Now the house was in Southport and on the front door
Was a crest from each Qooty club that had been there before
I said to him “*** Ding that's impressive to see"
As it looked as if he’d had far more roots than me!

It smelled like a lair that I’d been in before
There were Dragon scarfs and Swamprat goo all upon the floor
He walked up to the window and sat upon the ledge
I put my hand down his jocks and felt his meat and two veg

It was then that I realised that Ding had this hammer
I gasped then I mumbled and blubbed with a stammer
I ran out of the door and onto the street
With my bra ‘round my belly and body in heat.

Id barely escaped and thanked God that I could
Got a Bundy and a cab and went back to the ‘hood
So, if you're up in the Gold Coast and bump into Ding
Just remember he'll split ya with that monstrous thing.

This is terrific stuff, I wish this was the sort of stuff in the game thread when we played the bombers.

 

[Cactus_]

Harsh words Cactus .....quite damning

You know me WaynesWorld19, I don’t take prisoners ...

I prefer to deliver the coup de grâce!

 

[WaynesWorld19]

You know me WaynesWorld19, I don’t take prisoners ...

I prefer to deliver the coup de grâce!

You're quickly becoming a favorite of mine ..... I like the Boy

 

[Cactus_]

OK ....but lets keep this equal opportunity ......not a male chauvinistic chickfest

... and the simply irresistible WaynesWorld19 arrives with reinforcements for the white knights ... the black knights are outnumbered, and sore beset ... this might end up as murder on the dance floor.

 

[TubbsFarquhar]

All this commotion about someone making a comment to someone else saying they need to get laid. We play a simulated fantasy football game and an online social deduction game on a football forum. As far as I'm concerned, we all need to get laid.

 

[Cactus_]

You're quickly becoming a favorite of mine ..... I like the Boy

This ain’t from the 80s but oh well:




I would have posted the Noel Coward version, but the record is so scratchy that it’s hard to listen to.