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In Wales how can you tell?
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
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If the ice has melted, it's summer.
Probably.
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Why the elephant do Quality Street have the blue ones in there? You know the ones, texture of chocolate coated cardboard, taste of stale coconut.
Does anyone like them? Certainly not round here...
We have a family rule: a "blue one" counts as "minus one sweetie" - so when the tin is offered round, you can take a sweet (more and be thought piggy) or a "blue one" and two others to take the taste away.
And why are the "purple ones" so rubbish these days? It used to be a nice big Brasil nut in there...
OK. Back to coding...
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Reason #298 to stay on this side of the Atlantic...
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Ian Shlasko wrote: Reason #298 to stay on this side of the Atlantic... ... And eat Hersheys?
I know the process for that:
1. Put a Hershey's product in your mouth.
2. Gag
3. Puke
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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You have actually put that stuff in your mouth!
I get as close as walking past the door of a Hershey's shop (we have them in underground malls where you cannot avoid them), gag and leave - quickly. The smell of all that sugar is revolting.
Never underestimate the power of human stupidity
RAH
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I suppose it's handy if you want to leave work early: just Hershey-puke all over your keyboard.
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OriginalGriff wrote: Why the elephant do Quality Street have the blue ones in there? Another coded message to your bot-net minions ? I bet some folks at NSA, GCHQ, FSB, Unit 8200, etc., are scratching their heads over this one, right now.
«A man will be imprisoned in a room with a door that's unlocked and opens inwards ... as long as it does not occur to him to pull rather than push» Wittgenstein
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The people at GCHQ love Quality Street.
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It's Jaffa cakes according to my cameras...
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Yes, they eat the "dry" outer circle then pop the rest in whole and let them slowly melt.
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Ooooohh... I certainly hope so! It's wonderful to keep them entertained by harmless pursuits rather than leaving them to do more dastardly works in their free time.
Will Rogers never met me.
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Life is like a box of chocolates - expensive and fattening, but very more-ish.
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All I know is that the proportions are based around keeping the weight evenish and making sure there are enough of anyone's favourite without too many of any single type.
That's my thruppence, back to the red wine...
veni bibi saltavi
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You should make your own quality-street knock-off (e.g. bits of Toblerone for the green triangles, chopped-up Fry's turkish delight).
It keeps the sprouts busy for a while, and is invariably better quality.
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...to a mates place. We finished it and we're now down the pub. Trying to sweet talk the Missus in to letting me stay longer.
The mate is 18 years my junior, hope he can keep up.
Michael Martin
Australia
"I controlled my laughter and simple said "No,I am very busy,so I can't write any code for you". The moment they heard this all the smiling face turned into a sad looking face and one of them farted. So I had to leave the place as soon as possible."
- Mr.Prakash One Fine Saturday. 24/04/2004
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Mate! You're f***ing joking.
Michael Martin
Australia
"I controlled my laughter and simple said "No,I am very busy,so I can't write any code for you". The moment they heard this all the smiling face turned into a sad looking face and one of them farted. So I had to leave the place as soon as possible."
- Mr.Prakash One Fine Saturday. 24/04/2004
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That Pub shut, looking for another.
Michael Martin
Australia
"I controlled my laughter and simple said "No,I am very busy,so I can't write any code for you". The moment they heard this all the smiling face turned into a sad looking face and one of them farted. So I had to leave the place as soon as possible."
- Mr.Prakash One Fine Saturday. 24/04/2004
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So...you drank it dry and it had to close?
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So...is the mate still keeping up? And can his wallet handle the damage?
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I'm afraid to ask, but what does "carton" usually refer to in Oz-sprach; in Americanish its default signification absent contextual information and applies-to-object is to a certain size package of cancer-weed tubes (cigarettes) ? In Americanish slang, a "a carton-pusher" is an vendor of illegal cigarettes.
If discretion requires you answer this only indirectly (how would I know what substances are used on the way to a mating place in your down-under ?), then an answer in the form of: "drank," "ate," "smoked," "injected," "snorted," "bathed-in," etc., without further detail would be understood.
«A man will be imprisoned in a room with a door that's unlocked and opens inwards ... as long as it does not occur to him to pull rather than push» Wittgenstein
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"Carton" is Western Australian for a box normally containing 24 "stubbies" (or short bottles of beer containing about 375ml) but which can hold 30 on occasion.
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Down in the south of the US, we call those a suitcase of beer. Same principle, you buy one when you're ready to get f***** up.
Jeremy Falcon
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