fecking hell Baz you don't half tickle me!!!!!!
Where the feck did rule 3 get to????????
English was never my first language
Have you ever built a wall
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English was never my first language
EDIT: Fact 3. There is no fact 3!
This is a great thread!!!Fact 1. You are the wanker who knows nothing about walls.
Fact 2. You couldn't build a bowel blockage.
Fact 3. You can't count, you missed 3.
Fact 4. I know about planning in other countries because that's what I do for a living. I've built houses in England, Ireland, South Africa, Spain and Florida.
Fact 5. You couldn't make my 2 year old look foolish.
Fact 6. You haven't managed to have me thrown out of the forum yet.
Fact 7. You have my address.
All about a fecking wall and some Spanish knob jockey who believes he built a few walls in Ireland (Sorry Houses) and then because of that is capable of answering any question on Irish Planning laws, North and South of the Border.
You could not get this anywhere.
The guy is mental.
He needs isolated with Gazza
what an amazing threadDo you build houses like Laurel & Hardy did?
I have spoken with people and you will be getting something in the post.
You are too clueless to have removed just yet
You'll more likely both be banned for making me cross into the 15000 post mark. Still, its worth it to tell you both to stop being cocks.
I agree with Smashed - I have to.
Sorry mate, at my age I have a job keeping up.
I think I'll pass on the spanish kids, bullshit and wobbly walls.
baz and solvista deserve credit for getting us nearer the magical million posts!
Let's have an e-kiss from both of you and make up like good little boys, arguing over walls does not get walls built.
He is mine.
I had him first.
Newbie meat
I had him first.
Newbie meat
Can I adopt you?
He's only down the road to you.....
Florida isn't much of a country, at least the last time I checked.
jase, any word on that?
But don't they have slightly different laws in each state?
Mending Wall
by Robert Frost
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repairWhere they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of outdoor game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors.'
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down.' I could say 'Elves' to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, 'Good fences make good neighbors.'
by Robert Frost
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repairWhere they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of outdoor game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors.'
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down.' I could say 'Elves' to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, 'Good fences make good neighbors.'
Cracking thread, Baz.
This thread is all sausages to me...
Arguing about building a wall!
Love it.
Love it.
This has turned into a classic thread.
Baz has the effect...
I want to have your babies Baz.
I remember the day when Baz gave me a mouthful for not knowing who Edmund Hilary was, I will never forget that horrific day.
I remember the day when Baz gave me a mouthful for not knowing who Edmund Hilary was, I will never forget that horrific day.
Sorry about the whole gay thing
Your words mean nothing, NOTHING!
listen cockface...you are the most vile cumstain I've ever encountered on this forum. You monopoloise every thread you come across with some half arsed one liner that would'nt qualify for the Joe Longthorne show and then present yourself like you are the King of comedy on American prime time. You epitimise most of what I detest about the internet...opinions formed at the drop of a hat....petty jokes at the expense of others with no thought for their feelings and most of all the self absorbing egotistical self correction of spelling that really points out to every other poster that the highlight of your day is a wank to "big tit weekly". You dont have the friends here you perceive yourself to have and have the intellect of a gnat and the culmanation of this sceario will be your demise in a slow and agonising manner.
Be warned.
Be warned.
Florida only exists to the same extend as do fish and Chelsea. And none are countries.
brilliant threadIt has always actually described the author of that little passage quite wonderfully (apart from the spelling part).
I also like that rant by one of the Gooners (was it Jopub or Gillespie or ?) with the bit about crushing bullies.
Classics.
Classics.
I'm giggling like a little schoolgirl.
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