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Arrg! Grr! and Feck!
Mrs Wife is away for two days at the Labour Conference [no she isn't a member, she's there as an accredited guest] and I am home with the girls. Youngest didn't want to go to school because she 'didn't feel well' today and eldest's school have just phoned that she has a mysterious 'sore tummy'. Bollocks I call it, I have told the school that she can wait half an hour and if she's no better I'll go and pick her up. I don't believe I'll be called back.
I am sure there is a large correlation between Mummy being away and the Ickles playing for Daddy sympathy. This is eating in to my sleeping on the couch time and such intrusions will not be toleratated.
speramus in juniperus
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Nagy Vilmos wrote: she's there as an accredited guest
What, she's getting elitist treatment?
Wot abart the workers?!?
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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B'locks to the workers! It's not all fun and games, she actually has to attend the conference and report, with respect to Hungary, what the speeches are all about. She's packed well, a change of underwear and a blouse, and went down this morning on the train. Today she has to listen to Balls's B* and then to make matters worse go to his reception tonight. The chances of her having a proper meal over the next 36 hours are just slightly shorter of me not having a bloody large drink!
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Nagy Vilmos wrote: B'locks to the workers!
... Says the man without a job!
Way to give a good impression to HR morons workers who google your name -- or is that the plan:
"I didn't get the job, Honey, so you'll have to keep working to bring back the bacon and gin".
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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As Nagy Vilmos is my nom-de-net, I am reasonably sure people can't google me and find too much.
A quick go and I can find a single news article [I attended a jazz concert and am pictured drinking with Mrs Wife] and my public profiles on the linkedin and some other job sites.
This stuff is anonymouse. Ish, as some people know my real identity[^]
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Never trust a man in a pink shirt...
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I'm not going to say you're wrong, but when I was on vacation in the US I saw this huge biker on his chopper wearing leather trousers, a leather west, a steel helmet and a pink t-shirt saying: "Real men wear pink".
I wasn't prepared to disagree with him.
Be excellent to each other. And... PARTY ON, DUDES!
Abraham Lincoln
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The whole "real men wear pink" phenomenon is a promotional thing involving men who are somehow connected to one or more women who have or had breast cancer. I have a couple of said T-shirts from some fundraisers a few years ago. I don't wear them any more but I supported the program.
Windows 8 is the resurrected version of Microsoft Bob. The only thing missing is the Fisher-Price logo.
- Harvey
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Ah, Thanks for the info. It only adds more respect.
Be excellent to each other. And... PARTY ON, DUDES!
Abraham Lincoln
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I'm surrounded by 6 of them at the moment. They do an unofficial thing here called Pink-Shirt-Monday where - you've guessed it - you are suppose to come in in a pink shirt on a Monday. The guys that do it chide the rest of us as they reckon 'only real mean wear pink' and they think they look cool.
In reality they look like they live together and have put a white-wash on without knowing one of their lacy knickers has ended up in the Machine too. Incidentally I also own a Pink shirt but when I wear it I make sure it's a Tuesday.
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We all know your real identity: Nagy Vilmos[^]
The only instant messaging I do involves my middle finger.
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Careful, you'll have DD telling him that he should get on that bike, and get a job!
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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You've got a girls glass in your hand how embarrassing. 
BTW you look pretty much how I thought, although I maybe thought you were skinnier. I think this is because you've described your appearance before though.
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If you follow the article then you'd see that the beer was served in a one-size-fits-no-one glass and the smaller size meant having to get more refills. Which was nice.
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Following that link - I reckon the Pfimpfl family should be easy to spot!
Regards, Stewart
(I'll get my coat)
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Letting people know that you're a Donny Osmond fan is a bad idea, too[^]
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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JFC! That is scary! Now you know why we don't want the girls to grow in Hungary.
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Nagy Vilmos wrote: She's packed well, a change of underwear and a blouse, and went down this morning on the train.
So we can expect to see this on the news tonight?
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Spookily, we watched that last night.
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The popcorn you made was good too wasn't it... bwahahahahahahaha 
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Nagy Vilmos wrote: mysterious 'sore tummy'
Nagy Vilmos wrote: Bollocks I call it,
 
MVVM # - I did it My Way
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Man, you're a god. - walterhevedeich 26/05/2011
.\\axxx
(That's an 'M')
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I can't stand Italians and their slanty eyes.
Sorry, Italics, I can't stand Italics and their slanty I's!
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Obscurum per obscurius.
Ad astra per alas porci.
Quidquid latine dictum sit, altum videtur.
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Get thee to a distillery!
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Typos are what you get if you don't dot your "T"s and cross your "I"s
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