Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
That made me laugh Gumbud. I heard they were strict on water waste in Australia, but I didn’t think they were that extreme.Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Pug young man, don’t let the tiny pics upset you, just go back to photo bucket. if you don’t get any satisfaction you can always kick it.Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
I went to someone's front door last night, it was pitch black outside, the guy routinely opened the door, in his hallway, you have never seen such a bright ceiling light, well upon conclusion of my business the door was closed, and I turned 180 degrees to face the blackness, I took a couple of steps then blinked, and I saw what I thought was a Flying Saucer heading straight for my forehead, I ducked so low that my chin nearly hit my knees, I blinked again, and there it was once more. Took a couple of minutes to work out, it was that bright light imprinted somewhere on my eyeballs.Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
I give in. SOD computers. For over a decade I've used tinypic with sfa problems....today,because I really wanted to post you fine people a photo,it's fkn-well auto-updated itself to 'tinypic 3.19' [whatever that is] and now I can't figure out HOW to post a photo from my laptop into this forum.Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
I'd love to be able to steer you in the right direction there Pug, but photo bucket is all I'm able to use, and a few weeks ago that wouldn't work for me, it wouldn't copy the image to be posted, I just chanced me arm and signed in on a different browser (Firefox) and everything was grand again, I could have been that the version of Safari I normally use was out of date, but I haven't a clue really.Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
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Reading the transgender thread reminded me of a young fella in our gang years ago, this fella thought he was a horse, and insisted on being called Silver, the Lone Rangers horse, he would neigh, turn his back to you and try to kick you like a horse would. he would show his teeth and threaten to bite you. Other times he would take a box cart into the playing field and have us ‘Hitch’ him up to it with a rope, we’d fill the cart with rocks and off he’d go galloping across the field happy as Larry, quite a character and mad as a hatter was he, we were all terrified of him (he made a very big horse for a kid), but he grew out of it and his only connection with horses now is in the bookie shop.Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
I am a firm believer in the principle of “A little knowledge is dangerous thing”.
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