Theoretical, and sadly actual, conversation between one of my neighbours, for their protection (and to disguise my ignornace) they shall be called Man and Woman.
Woman: My, My. Some focken' horse hus taaken a shite ootside?
Man: Whar?
Woman: Ootside up the roa'd yondrew. Ootside yun big focker's place.
Man: Whit? Yun great, big, focken' colossus.
Woman: Aye. Shite aa' ower.
Man: Focken' Heil wumman. Gies me spade an' a black bag. Get yun shite fir wir flooers afore yon focken' crook yun colossus lives next twa nicks yun.
Yes, somebody went out between Friday night and Saturday morning and nicked (I say nicked, wasn't as if that horseshite belonged to anyone) the horsecack for their garden. Fantastic. I'd thank those sickos for cleaning it away but, as a rule, touch anyone whose lives and dies at a horse dumping its fudge.
Arses, out of time. Much more to say and espouse. Later!
Quick update becasue I want to read this when I get fixed up.
Well not me. My computer has decided to feck with me internet connection and, in conjunction with the CD-RW going BOOM which prevents me from fixing the thing, I've only got basic 'net access, read the scarce 5 mins, until Monday. Which sucks in a good way since nothing will distract me from the book.
The mutt is driving me nuts.
Like Rex Grossman I'll be back but 270 days quicker!
Yes!
Sing:
Throw shoddy computer components from greedy dickheads down the well...
Woman: My, My. Some focken' horse hus taaken a shite ootside?
Man: Whar?
Woman: Ootside up the roa'd yondrew. Ootside yun big focker's place.
Man: Whit? Yun great, big, focken' colossus.
Woman: Aye. Shite aa' ower.
Man: Focken' Heil wumman. Gies me spade an' a black bag. Get yun shite fir wir flooers afore yon focken' crook yun colossus lives next twa nicks yun.
Yes, somebody went out between Friday night and Saturday morning and nicked (I say nicked, wasn't as if that horseshite belonged to anyone) the horsecack for their garden. Fantastic. I'd thank those sickos for cleaning it away but, as a rule, touch anyone whose lives and dies at a horse dumping its fudge.
Arses, out of time. Much more to say and espouse. Later!
Quick update becasue I want to read this when I get fixed up.
Well not me. My computer has decided to feck with me internet connection and, in conjunction with the CD-RW going BOOM which prevents me from fixing the thing, I've only got basic 'net access, read the scarce 5 mins, until Monday. Which sucks in a good way since nothing will distract me from the book.
The mutt is driving me nuts.
Like Rex Grossman I'll be back but 270 days quicker!
Yes!
Sing:
Throw shoddy computer components from greedy dickheads down the well...
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weirdomanson:
hahahahahaha good stuff man. people now a days.
sweetiyvie:
Heh, Call meignorant but I have no idea what any of this means...translation? 
