Soho Mega Thread Part III

How is your mummy?

Originally Posted by Bear

I thought it was a weight saving measure: the discs float to offset some of the weight of the air in the tyres. Is that wrong too?

I thought the bubble in a double bubble was to aid floatation?

Glad your Mum's a lot better Paws.

On a less than positive note I just had to take my little Furman (aka the Furminator (rat boy-pedigree, oh yes not a pet shop runt)) to be carried to ratty heaven. He's running and jumping and climbing and boxing with all his little ratty friends now. Here's to Furman . Keeping it real for the rat population.

[Spiderman]

You really had a pet rat? I so wouldnt pu it past you so my condolences for your Furman friend.

But what the hell does a pet rat do???? I mean i know my cat dont do a lot either but at leats we can play together and he brings me the odd dead mouse as a nice pressie every now and then.
Although last week it was a huge pigeon!!!

I had two, and then three and the Furminator was the last one to go. He had a long life for a ratido.

Darren's observations of the day:

Romantic Cornflakes advert: Which supermarket sells milk in the same bottles that the old fashioned milk men used to deliver them in?

The Discovery Fajita kit has much softer tortilla's than the Old El paso one but milder spicy stuff.

A reporter of sorts said on The One SHow this afternoon that the chocolate he had just eaten gave him a *ard on. Whoops!

A single tomato can be a nice little hunger buster and part of my five a day.

You need to get out more!

Hello everyone

Matt

Originally Posted by Jester666

You need to get out more!

I was out all day today thanyou very much.

Another one for ya:

Isn't it odd that when some people wipe their behind they use paper with pictures of little doggies on it?

I see weird stuff all the time on the road. That's why I love London. EDIT: I don't know where that sentence came from?! But it is true, just out of context.

Hello Matt. Can I come to your rave? Got my white gloves, whistle and high vis vest ready. Oh and my big fish, my little fish and my cardboard box.

Weird, definately weird!!

OOOiiiiiiiii!!!!!

That's it. Me and Chris against you. Frith Street tomorrow night. Street rules. I got to a 10th mon at "the gentle art" don't you know. Chris is small enough to penetrate your very soul and pour Ribena all over your undergarments.






(Or I might just bottle it and watch telly)