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Post by PigsnieLite on Dec 11, 2011 21:17:39 GMT -5
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Post by PigsnieLite on Dec 18, 2011 16:39:41 GMT -5
ANd now, for our Annual Drunken Brits Vomiting after Christmus Parties Photo Montage!    
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Post by sunfrog on Dec 18, 2011 18:47:12 GMT -5
Lol, what the heck? Does everyone get drunk and crawl to McDo's?  |
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Post by PigsnieLite on Dec 18, 2011 18:51:50 GMT -5
I dont whut it is wid my old classmates. Do they need the alcohol to keep warm becuz they wear super skimpy clothing in the Depths of Wintur? Perhaps the mcNuggets exude a pleasant homey warmth to quivuring British nostrils? Whut the heck indeed?  |
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Post by scott on Dec 18, 2011 20:28:44 GMT -5
There will be a lot more after new years. I remember the Guardian would always publish the most colorful ones; bright lights reflecting off the dirty streets and glittery outfits. Very artistic.
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Post by scott on Dec 18, 2011 20:39:21 GMT -5
Wait, no, it was the Telegraph. Found this from a Mova thread in 20009:  |
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Post by PigsnieLite on Dec 18, 2011 21:08:30 GMT -5
Ughhh, I probably posted that too. Why do women think showing their bra straps is stylish, I wondur. |
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Post by sunfrog on Dec 19, 2011 12:15:10 GMT -5
Lol! Where can I find drunk people? I want to photograph some! ;D
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Post by PigsnieLite on Dec 19, 2011 13:28:59 GMT -5
WOW, this thread is Christmussy as HEck! Hahaha! So now, I shall post a hystericul Christmus Story I found in the NY Times this wintur morn.  The interior decorator Benjamin Bradley, of Bradley Thiergartner Interiors in Manhattan, loves Christmas so much he has been known to start decorating after Halloween. But his attitude tends to be, “Go with the flow.”
A dozen years ago, when his dog ate the baby Jesus in the crèche that had belonged to his grandmother, he and his partner, Bruce Wayne, a makeup artist, decided to leave the Nativity scene as it was and make it part of their Christmas tradition.
But several years ago they encountered a different kind of challenge. Mr. Bradley’s family was in town from Indianapolis for the holidays, and Mr. Bradley had read his nephew, Jacob, then a preschooler, “A Visit From St. Nicholas.” No one was stirring, you might recall, not even a mouse. Jacob was especially taken with a picture of a little mouse wearing a nightcap in its little bed. “The Christmas Mouse,” he called it.
The family went out to dinner, and when they trundled back they found a real mouse in a trap it had dragged to the middle of the kitchen floor. It was not stirring, either.
Jacob became hysterical, sobbing that the Christmas Mouse was dead.
Mr. Bradley, thinking fast, explained that it was not the Christmas Mouse, but a vile rodent. The real Christmas Mouse, he said, was hanging out happily on the Christmas tree. He fetched a felt mouse ornament and gave it to his nephew.
“I said, ‘This is the real Christmas Mouse,’ ” Mr. Bradley says.
But surely it was obvious that it was a toy, not a real mouse?
“Yeah, I guess, but he bit,” Mr. Bradley says. “He carried that little mouse everywhere with him for three days. We still have the mouse.” |
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Post by sunfrog on Dec 19, 2011 13:47:07 GMT -5
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Post by PigsnieLite on Dec 19, 2011 15:08:22 GMT -5
SEE .. I dont understand how they do this ... but I guess most of these peeps dont give a shite about their reputations. Theyre just dumbasses, I guess, and they all come out of the woodwork on holidays.
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Post by PigsnieLite on Dec 20, 2011 23:57:36 GMT -5
AND NOW ... for something Truly CHRISTMUSSY! From last year ... the CUTEST NATIVITY EVAHH!  |
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Post by PigsnieLite on Dec 23, 2011 21:20:42 GMT -5
The Silent Monks Sing! Waaahhh!
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Post by sunfrog on Dec 23, 2011 21:53:56 GMT -5
That's brilliant!! ;D
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