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Q: What do you do?
Even though I had a massive day on it yesterday I'm so freakin bored I've decided to get back on it again today.
Why? You know damn well the answer to that bloody question.
What do you do?
I spend my time wondering what it is all about.
Football for example.
A guy from a war torn country for example, scores a goal in an European football game. Hundreds of thousands of people cheer. The guy is paid millions. Is in the newspapers, has a model girlfriend and is made for life.
Another guy, from the same country. Maybe a carpenter. Walks thousands of miles to seek safety. Somewhere his family can be safe. A place where his kids can have a future. With a decent standard of living.
Turned away. We don't wan't you. Go back to your own country and fight for your freedom. They should add a little note here. The people who send others away. They should give them information on what side has the best guns. To help them improve their chances of survival.
Because the people sending them away have that information. They make the guns. A new report:
http://www.sipri.org/media/pressreleases/2016/at-feb-2016
This is what I do Royce. I think about this.
And I say thank you thank for being born where I was.
By the way, Is Russian beer better than Chinese beer?
royceH:
Ah Scotsman, I've gotta tell you... Russian beer is as good as anything I've ever had. It's beautiful. I was lucky enough to be able to sample it on every one of the eight days I was there and doing this gave me a real chubby-up. I was also fortunate to try some dry white wine from France, Chile and Argentina. All fantastic.
What I'd like to do in the future is take my lovely wife and go live in a small peaked roof house on a small plot somewhere near Vyborg and grow vegetables.
As for pondering what it's all about, I'm afraid that subject is too big for my brain. I just wanna make love, not war. And if I've got surplus anything I want to share it with my brother. I mean, it shouldn't be hard for crissakes.
ScotsAlan:
I look forward to getting Russian carrots in the post. Strong red carrots. Not these weak western orange carrots 
royceH:
Reminds me of a very funny story which I'll have to share with you one day. It's about the assistant manager of a big club who told his old mum he had a carrot (orange, very large) stuck up his bottom and so she took him to the hospital where it was decided the case needed to interrupt a scheduled theatre list, and that's where I came in.
I spend my time wondering what it is all about.
Football for example.
A guy from a war torn country for example, scores a goal in an European football game. Hundreds of thousands of people cheer. The guy is paid millions. Is in the newspapers, has a model girlfriend and is made for life.
Another guy, from the same country. Maybe a carpenter. Walks thousands of miles to seek safety. Somewhere his family can be safe. A place where his kids can have a future. With a decent standard of living.
Turned away. We don't wan't you. Go back to your own country and fight for your freedom. They should add a little note here. The people who send others away. They should give them information on what side has the best guns. To help them improve their chances of survival.
Because the people sending them away have that information. They make the guns. A new report:
http://www.sipri.org/media/pressreleases/2016/at-feb-2016
This is what I do Royce. I think about this.
And I say thank you thank for being born where I was.
By the way, Is Russian beer better than Chinese beer?
royceH:
Ah Scotsman, I've gotta tell you... Russian beer is as good as anything I've ever had. It's beautiful. I was lucky enough to be able to sample it on every one of the eight days I was there and doing this gave me a real chubby-up. I was also fortunate to try some dry white wine from France, Chile and Argentina. All fantastic.
What I'd like to do in the future is take my lovely wife and go live in a small peaked roof house on a small plot somewhere near Vyborg and grow vegetables.
As for pondering what it's all about, I'm afraid that subject is too big for my brain. I just wanna make love, not war. And if I've got surplus anything I want to share it with my brother. I mean, it shouldn't be hard for crissakes.
ScotsAlan:
I look forward to getting Russian carrots in the post. Strong red carrots. Not these weak western orange carrots
royceH:
Reminds me of a very funny story which I'll have to share with you one day. It's about the assistant manager of a big club who told his old mum he had a carrot (orange, very large) stuck up his bottom and so she took him to the hospital where it was decided the case needed to interrupt a scheduled theatre list, and that's where I came in.
I spend my time wondering what it is all about.
Football for example.
A guy from a war torn country for example, scores a goal in an European football game. Hundreds of thousands of people cheer. The guy is paid millions. Is in the newspapers, has a model girlfriend and is made for life.
Another guy, from the same country. Maybe a carpenter. Walks thousands of miles to seek safety. Somewhere his family can be safe. A place where his kids can have a future. With a decent standard of living.
Turned away. We don't wan't you. Go back to your own country and fight for your freedom. They should add a little note here. The people who send others away. They should give them information on what side has the best guns. To help them improve their chances of survival.
Because the people sending them away have that information. They make the guns. A new report:
http://www.sipri.org/media/pressreleases/2016/at-feb-2016
This is what I do Royce. I think about this.
And I say thank you thank for being born where I was.
By the way, Is Russian beer better than Chinese beer?
mArtiAn:
Yep, to quote Bill Hicks "How'd you know they were building up a threatening military arsenal before you invaded?" Answer: "We looked at the receipt."
I slide into a pair of comfortable slippers, sit back in my favourite chair, put on a little Burt Bacharach, and rub my big fat hairy bollocks.
royceH:
You've been doin that stuff for years. How about changing things up a bit, eh. Suggest Bon Ivor. Or Bon Scott. You decide.
