"Dan Drake" wrote in message
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On Mon, 28 Jul 2003 21:25:34 +0100, "DervMan"
wrote:
With dedication:

"This site is dedicated to my dear beloved wife, Charlie, baby you can
drive my car." (and photographs of "wife.")

Well, I have a question. Was she that fat and ugly when you married
her, or did that happen afterwards? She looks like a definite
two-bagger to me.

Ordinarily, I'm not an aggressive individual. So I guess it's a good job
this is Usenet and not pub bar.

Inquiring minds, and all that...

I suppose. Beauty is always more than skin deep - second rule of humans,
that one.

--
The DervMan
www.dervman.com

On Tue, 29 Jul 2003 21:59:24 +0100, "DervMan"
wrote:

Ordinarily, I'm not an aggressive individual. So I guess it's a good job
this is Usenet and not pub bar.

Get into a lot of pub brawls, do you? You look like the type who
hangs out in pubs all night. Looks like the missus could probably
swing a mean hook, too. Is she your backup?

Inquiring minds, and all that...

I suppose. Beauty is always more than skin deep - second rule of humans,
that one.

In her case it *needs* to be more than skin deep, for sure. Who let
the dogs out? BTW, is she from Alabama or from Tennessee? It must be
*one* of those states where your uncle is also your father, or however
it goes.

Woof! Woof!
--
Dan Drake

On Tue, 29 Jul 2003 18:09:10 -0400, Dan Drake
wrote thus:

On Tue, 29 Jul 2003 21:59:24 +0100, "DervMan"
wrote:

Ordinarily, I'm not an aggressive individual. So I guess it's a good job
this is Usenet and not pub bar.

Get into a lot of pub brawls, do you? You look like the type who
hangs out in pubs all night. Looks like the missus could probably
swing a mean hook, too. Is she your backup?


I'd back him up, and you're lucky you didn't say that to someone I knew in
my hearing range. Dan, you sound like a kid who gets kicks out of
insulting people when you can't see them. I guess you can't insult people
otherwise. Remember not to go anywhere close to there when you're looking
at someone, otherwise you might get the **** beaten out of you. Think
about what you'd say to someone in a pub.

Inquiring minds, and all that...

I suppose. Beauty is always more than skin deep - second rule of humans,
that one.

In her case it *needs* to be more than skin deep, for sure. Who let
the dogs out? BTW, is she from Alabama or from Tennessee? It must be
*one* of those states where your uncle is also your father, or however
it goes.

Woof! Woof!

You do know that not everyone in the world looks like those erotic
cartoons that you spank your monkey to, don't you? Feel free to sit in
your room all night and criticise other, but don't expect any respect
doing it. What have you done? What have you achieved?

--
Ben Green, ISBD Ltd.

"Ben Green" wrote in message

I don't know South Essex too well, got to admit.

From the grimy swarthes of Dagenham and Rainham in the east, to Southend in
the west, the whole area is by enlarge a poxy ********, populated by the
inbred descendants of those they just couldn't squeeze onto the ships bound
for Australia in the 19th Century.

I had the misfortune to pop down to Basildon for a couple of beers a few
Saturday nights ago, followed by a cruise down to Sarfend to see what all
the fuss about 'da cruise' was...

The evening seemed to be going ok... then some waster obviously in receipt
of rather too much acid came up to the pub window, and started dribbling,
whilst gibbering to himself.

He eventually dumped himself head first into a rubbish bin.

Then as we left the pub in question, some mangy old fish wife was screaming
down the phone to some 'slaaaag'... 'you keep your facking hands off my
facking son you facking slag. I'll do time for you in the scrubs if you
don't keep your facking hands off my facking son, you facking slaaag...'.

So onwards to Sarfend... the front along outside the various pubs and
arcades was littered with glass and yet more morons off their faces.

To top it all, as I approached my car with my aunt and mother, both who are
in their 50s, some oik came up to us to try and sell us some pills - whilst
we'd not have bought any, even we know that 'E' doesn't come in nice pressed
plastic, sealed with foil packets, a la Nurofen etc. :-)

Most insulting that was, although I think he regretted it once my aunt set
about him. ;-)

So... in a nutshell, I reckon Essex deserves the bad reputation it has, if
that night was an atypical Saturday.

--
JackH