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bigdaddy wrote:

wookie wrote:sheridan on a horse?

this i gotta see

http://www.getonmyhorse.com/

It even sounds like him singing.

SORRY NOT WORKSAFE... I forgot about that bit. Sorry

hahahahahaha

that is sheridan on a horse

"shut up woman and get on my horse"



That's the funniest thing I've seen for a while.


This however is my fave Horse song....

Sherrers wrote:"shut up woman and get on my horse"



That's the funniest thing I've seen for a while.


This however is my fave Horse song....

This is the version you want though...

bigdaddy wrote:

wookie wrote:sheridan on a horse?

this i gotta see

http://www.getonmyhorse.com/

It even sounds like him singing.

hahaha!

I've played that to myself every waking hour. Never gets tired.

Remind me never to have you as my manager Grant.

Ye Olde Rog wrote:Remind me never to have you as my manager Grant.

I think of myself more as the comic relief.

That horse IS amazing.


Had me in bits.

bigdaddy wrote:

Ye Olde Rog wrote:Remind me never to have you as my manager Grant.

I think of myself more as the comic relief.

I'm the straight man of the outfit.

Sherrers wrote:

bigdaddy wrote:

Ye Olde Rog wrote:Remind me never to have you as my manager Grant.

I think of myself more as the comic relief.

I'm the straight man of the outfit.

The real arguments are about how gets to wear the facial hair.

I played a few bars of "look at my horse" at rehearsals today. You'd have been tickled.

I actually felt the need to shut up and get on a horse. it's a powerfully suggestive message.

I had a properly outdoor moment today.

I fell over and thought I'd broken my ankle (as you nearly always do when it gets a good twisting) and realised I was miles from anywhere with no mobile phone on me.

I had just spent 2 weeks in Austria skiing and not so much as stumbled.

I was just throwing the stick for the dog and went flying and heard an audible crunch as my ankle went under me.

I thought I was in for it.

After a bit of hobbling I decided to slide down the rest of the way on my fat arse.

But there was a moment there where you think "shit, this is exactly how fucking nitwits die" like when you hear on the news of morons going out on Ben Nevis during a blizzard with just a sequined jumpsuit on.

My ankle also hurts.

That is all.

I bet your arse was cold.

Sherrers wrote: "shit, this is exactly how fucking nitwits die" like when you hear on the news of morons going out on Ben Nevis during a blizzard with just a sequined jumpsuit on

Sherrers wrote:I had a properly outdoor moment today.

I fell over and thought I'd broken my ankle (as you nearly always do when it gets a good twisting) and realised I was miles from anywhere with no mobile phone on me.

I had just spent 2 weeks in Austria skiing and not so much as stumbled.

I was just throwing the stick for the dog and went flying and heard an audible crunch as my ankle went under me.

I thought I was in for it.

After a bit of hobbling I decided to slide down the rest of the way on my fat arse.

But there was a moment there where you think "shit, this is exactly how fucking nitwits die" like when you hear on the news of morons going out on Ben Nevis during a blizzard with just a sequined jumpsuit on.

My ankle also hurts.

That is all.

you will have to live off your massive fat deposits until spring

I had a black cup of tea for breakfast and a crunchie.

that is the end of the crunchies.

I am not a fattened up enough calf to make it to spring.


why don't you make yourself fucking useful for once and come and rescue me you old bastard?

right I've caught up with the news on the forum

in short :

you have no lighter or fire?
you have no car
you have no cloak
your food is running out
you can't walk
you are snowed in?
the only thing with a pulse that cares is Benjamino?

hahaha!

Ye Olde Rog wrote:right I've caught up with the news on the forum

in short :

you have no lighter or fire?
you have no car
you have no cloak
your food is running out
you can't walk
you are snowed in?
the only thing with a pulse that cares is Benjamino?

hahaha!

Ye Olde Rog wrote:right I've caught up with the news on the forum

in short :

you have no lighter or fire?
you have no car
you have no cloak
your food is running out
you can't walk
you are snowed in?
the only thing with a pulse that cares is Benjamino?

hahaha!

I can feel the warmth and compassion from here.

I miss my cloak mostly

i could face death in a cloak with no fear.

Ye Olde Rog wrote:
the only thing with a pulse that cares is Benjamino?

hahaha!

actually the dog has plenty of tins in, so he doesn't give a shit either...

You could fatten the dog up and then eat him?

It's been considered. He is faster than me though.

If you had your cloak you could throw it over him like a net. But you don't have your cloak so that' a crap plan.

I just feel like 'the boy in the bubble'. I just want to go outside and play with the normal kids.

Actually let me rephrase that!

haha! I remember that TV mini series about the kid who was allergic to everything.

I'm actually a bit worried for you now timmy!

Oh yeah I've got no toothpaste either.

I think I have finally arrived back in Victorian times and it's not as brilliant as I'd hoped.

he's milking it TB. big time.

you are talking about someone who not only owns two (that is TWO) types of Crampon, he actually wears them in public.


actually where were your Crampons when you went arse over tit?

Sherrers wrote:I think I have finally arrived back in Victorian times and it's not as brilliant as I'd hoped.

hahaha there is some kind of moral irony about getting what you wish for in there my friend!

Ye Olde Rog wrote:he's milking it TB. big time.

you are talking about someone who not only owns two (that is TWO) types of Crampon, he actually wears them in public.


actually where were your Crampons when you went arse over tit?

Ironically I was in Austria for 2 weeks and didn't so much as stumble.

I was wearing them! But I was wanging the dog's stick on a steep slope so both feet left the ground unexpectedly.

Anyway enough about my misfortune Rog... shall we talk about your adventures at The Yorkshire Evening Post or your new Armada to go with the ever-classic Bridge Too Short??

mmm?