I find that a good vindaloo peels three layers of skin off the next day anyway so who needs bleaching :!:
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Snertsmate
Over 90 days ago
Straight Male, 65
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Apparently this happened at about 1:00 this morning.
This roundabout is lit up like a bloody xmas tree at the end of at least 1/2 mile of straight road.
Fortunately the driver got out of the cab alive, I believe with just a broken leg.
The wall in the pic is actually terraced in two layers so the first one slowed him down before he hit the second.
One lucky guy!
The sign should now read welcome to Doncaster District General!
Perhaps he was distracted by the nature reserve nearby
This roundabout is lit up like a bloody xmas tree at the end of at least 1/2 mile of straight road.
Fortunately the driver got out of the cab alive, I believe with just a broken leg.
The wall in the pic is actually terraced in two layers so the first one slowed him down before he hit the second.
One lucky guy!
The sign should now read welcome to Doncaster District General!
Perhaps he was distracted by the nature reserve nearby
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Here you go NW-cpl:-
"For 'tis the sport to have the enginer / Hoist with his owne
petar" -- Shakespeare, Hamlet III iv. "Hoist" was in Shakespeare's
time the past participles of a verb "to hoise", which meant what "to
hoist" does now: to lift. A petard (see under "peter out" for the
etymology) was an explosive charge detonated by a slowly burning
fuse. If the petard went off prematurely, then the sapper (military
engineer; Shakespeare's "enginer") who planted it would be hurled
into the air by the explosion. (Compare "up" in "to blow up".) A
modern rendition might be: "It's fun to see the engineer blown up
with his own bomb."
Hope that explains it!
Prematurely shoot your bolt and you get lifted :!:
"For 'tis the sport to have the enginer / Hoist with his owne
petar" -- Shakespeare, Hamlet III iv. "Hoist" was in Shakespeare's
time the past participles of a verb "to hoise", which meant what "to
hoist" does now: to lift. A petard (see under "peter out" for the
etymology) was an explosive charge detonated by a slowly burning
fuse. If the petard went off prematurely, then the sapper (military
engineer; Shakespeare's "enginer") who planted it would be hurled
into the air by the explosion. (Compare "up" in "to blow up".) A
modern rendition might be: "It's fun to see the engineer blown up
with his own bomb."
Hope that explains it!
Prematurely shoot your bolt and you get lifted :!:
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Many can but I doubt if any will :!:
One line post,
Joined two days ago,
Nothing on your profile.
What do you expect someone to come and pick you up and take you!
You'll get a lot more response if you put a bit of effort in.
Try reading some of the other posts on here then you might get the idea :!:
One line post,
Joined two days ago,
Nothing on your profile.
What do you expect someone to come and pick you up and take you!
You'll get a lot more response if you put a bit of effort in.
Try reading some of the other posts on here then you might get the idea :!:
Hi,
Why not try a few munches, they're the perfect way to get to know people before deciding if you want to shag them. There have been plenty in your area recently and more are planned. I believe the next one is Sept 24th in Donny. ( check the date in LMU )
Look at the threads for the last one to see what a great night it is even if you just end up having a social event,
Why not try a few munches, they're the perfect way to get to know people before deciding if you want to shag them. There have been plenty in your area recently and more are planned. I believe the next one is Sept 24th in Donny. ( check the date in LMU )
Look at the threads for the last one to see what a great night it is even if you just end up having a social event,
Imagine the scene:-
Parked up all nice and quiet in a now defunct dogging spot.
In come a couple of car loads of the local Max power stereo, Min power engine brigade.
Lights on full beam all the way up to the bonnet then reverse over to the other side of the car park.
After about 1/2 hour flashing lights, making lots of noise, etc. etc. they are getting no response and give up.
They fire up the engines and go rushing across the car park and out towards the road with no lights on.
First car out through the gates and off down the road.
Second car follows first car but for some reason about 10 feet to the left, misses the gateway completely, rips off the passenger wing and half the door on the steel fence and posts and then ploughs the bonnet into the wall at the end.
Well by the time I've finished pissing myself I think perhaps I'd better go and see if they're alright.
So I wander across to the car in time for the driver to fall out of the passenger door and just about manage to get on his feet holding his chest that he's just wrapped round the steering wheel 'cause he didn't boither with his seat belt. The passenger gets out with blood running down his leg from a minor cut and a nose that looks like he's done a few rounds with Mike Tyson ( ditto seat belt)
I ask them if they want me to get an ambulance only to be told no it's ok the driver will ring his dad!
Ok I thinks, starting to walk away, only to hear the said driver get out his mobile, ring his dad and start to tell him how he's had a bit of a prang and how he had pulled off not realising he was next to the fence and scraped the side of the car.
I didn't hang around for said dad to arrive but decided it was time to make a sharp exit.
1/4 mile down the road what do I meet but a police car heading the other way which could only have been into the car park.
I really guess it wasn't that kids day but it entertained me for quite a while
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:twisted: :D :twisted: :D :twisted:
Parked up all nice and quiet in a now defunct dogging spot.
In come a couple of car loads of the local Max power stereo, Min power engine brigade.
Lights on full beam all the way up to the bonnet then reverse over to the other side of the car park.
After about 1/2 hour flashing lights, making lots of noise, etc. etc. they are getting no response and give up.
They fire up the engines and go rushing across the car park and out towards the road with no lights on.
First car out through the gates and off down the road.
Second car follows first car but for some reason about 10 feet to the left, misses the gateway completely, rips off the passenger wing and half the door on the steel fence and posts and then ploughs the bonnet into the wall at the end.
Well by the time I've finished pissing myself I think perhaps I'd better go and see if they're alright.
So I wander across to the car in time for the driver to fall out of the passenger door and just about manage to get on his feet holding his chest that he's just wrapped round the steering wheel 'cause he didn't boither with his seat belt. The passenger gets out with blood running down his leg from a minor cut and a nose that looks like he's done a few rounds with Mike Tyson ( ditto seat belt)
I ask them if they want me to get an ambulance only to be told no it's ok the driver will ring his dad!
Ok I thinks, starting to walk away, only to hear the said driver get out his mobile, ring his dad and start to tell him how he's had a bit of a prang and how he had pulled off not realising he was next to the fence and scraped the side of the car.
I didn't hang around for said dad to arrive but decided it was time to make a sharp exit.
1/4 mile down the road what do I meet but a police car heading the other way which could only have been into the car park.
I really guess it wasn't that kids day but it entertained me for quite a while
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