23-05-2018, 06:18 AM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Originally Posted by spitfire
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Gummy, it's an Office I'm building, not a Love Shack!!!!!On a building site, the only thing that should be "Hard" is the Hats.
23-05-2018, 10:59 AM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Originally Posted by spitfire
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Gummy, it's an Office I'm building, not a Love Shack!!!!!On a building site, the only thing that should be "Hard" is the Hats.
Being a benchman in a work shop all me life I’m ignorant of office work.
Well blow me down, an OFFICE!, the rest of us poor peasants have to be content with sheds, shacks, cabins and huts, but Spitty has to have an OFFICE!, pardon me your humble servant.
23-05-2018, 02:02 PM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Originally Posted by Jem
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So that’s what they mean by “A hard day at the office”Being a benchman in a work shop all me life I’m ignorant of office work.
Well blow me down, an OFFICE!, the rest of us poor peasants have to be content with sheds, shacks, cabins and huts, but Spitty has to have an OFFICE!, pardon me your humble servant.
23-05-2018, 02:05 PM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Originally Posted by Sweetie pie
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I am a little worried now, Spitty told me to get in his office.I wondered if it was my speedy typing or something else.
He never said I needed a hard hat.
23-05-2018, 02:15 PM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Originally Posted by gumbud
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confucius say " women with big tins don't need hard hats!
23-05-2018, 04:08 PM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Now for a bit of culture.The Bard speaks
and you answer
Which stage are you at now?
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All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.
And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow.
Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth.
And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.
The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.
Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything
Que?
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