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"Actually a desk fan will make a room HOTTER than before, you'll find."
when the room avaialble to people in an enclosed space is limited "breathe out" everyone
and I am among the worst people in the world. Good observation
Soz marckee :(
You never know what unfortunate accidents might befall them as a result of their ignorance.
(Actually, that's probably not true in this place)
But I don't go SAYING anything about it. Just float around on a cloud of my own smug superiority. And also farts.
Notably for admitting to wanking over sex noises from my neighbours.
It was a JOKE, guys!
Was just so shocked and appalled to have seen it in trainspotting as a wee bairn. Not that I think about it much, but you talking about ewan mcgregor's penis just brought it all screaming back
Was really quite pleased.
he is literally the smelliest man ever. thanks for listening
I hold techies in pretty low regard anyway, but months of doing consumer research for A Major Broadband provider this summer has given me a fantastic amount of disdain for anyone who talks with pride about how many "megs" their broadband gives them
or any other shit like that.
Less than £60 a month? You must be using a facking toaster with 12 free minutes a month, mate.
I feel cooler with a fan blowing in my face. End of.
No, fuck it, I'm not Wikipedia.
surely that's the decider
'great electric guitar at 1.22 in that radiohead track'
like this person who I suspect to be a multiple-time acid casualty
You cannot beat a normal mam and dad relationship, a house, a garden, two weeks holiday every year, and working for a living and striving to earn your place in the world, yes a little bit of cheek and the odd brush with the local bobbies while growing up to help keep you on the straight and narrow (and a good hiding from your dad - don't you bring the police to my door attitude). Call me old fashioned, but what is the world coming to with donor sperm, and when single parent hood becomes the norm!
I wonder what his odd brush with the local bobbies that kept him on the straight and narrow manifested itself as
I was a bit of a rapscallion back in the day - scrumping for apples, shoplifting voddy from the local offy, exposing myself in public to all and sundry - but I wasn't given a television a motorcycle and a Super Nintendo like the modern kids are oh no, I was taken in by the good fellows at the local constabulary -- PC Jeff Weckhurst, WPC Rhonda Happiterwang, DCI Honk Speckler, the good British bobbies on the beat -- and they took me in and disciplined me properly with a night in the cells, a cane to the botty (call me old fashioned, but a surefire way to teaching a lesson) and a full frontal lobotomy. Now all my days are sunny and there's an abundance of orange juice in the fridge, all the neighbourhood kids gathering for a glass of orange, a pickle and a thrilling story from the war days. Oh the war days oh the war days what happened to ya Pingly, what happended to ya, what happened to ya Pingly ol buddy ol pal I remember we were there saying we'd start a business together back in blighty, open a little shop and live our peacetime days having served and earned the peace and comfort of the countryside then the next time I see him the next time I see him he's only got rid of his torso and his head. Call me old fashioned, but what a unholy massive prat HE turned out to be