It's quite chilly tonight ..don't you think?...

Tis half ten allready

  

I thought you were going to say 'good night' then.

Slimfern.... that is a lovely photo...... real wish I was there stuff

BB, I can't even read that with my glasses on.

LOL. Moi?

Bunns, do I have to Google Plasmodium, at this time o night

I can   What ther hell is a schizont, never mind a ruptured schizont.  (Is it German for spleen?)

 

Nooooooooooooooo.
Edit: German for spleen is milz. Make of it what you will.

Oooooh, a random 'ug' thingy. Ta Cologne

Is that diagram telling me my liver will rot if I keep drinking, or that a mossi might kill me first, therefore I need not worry?...Or what?

Yes.

Ever wish you hadn't asked..<gulps>

Are we all doomed then?

I thought that answer YES, was to the 'or what' part of the question.

*RUNS AROUND WILDLY SCREAMING 'WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE'*


oh wait....

That's way too much science for this time of night 

I will say Very good

*Refers Cinds to my post above*

Here, have a sunset, my favourite thing ever to look at.

*breaks down in tears...I can't believe it I'm dying*

To change the thread theme again, I've just had a convo with my hubby that went like this:

(picture the scene, I go for a wee)

Husband: Don't flush, I need to go to.

Me:  What if I want to poo

Husband:  Hmmmm it's OK

Me: Will you play pee the poo round the bowl?

Husband: .... *walked away*

Oh dear, I fear I may have said the wrong thing    what can I do. What else do I have to say?

And they say romance is dead.

That's a bit too much information.

Stoppit will ya! I need a wee at this moment in time  *toddles off*

I ain't seen nuffin Bunns

I was talking to someone a while back who got caught short in a club whilst absolutely battered.  Unfortunately there was a queue for the cubicles - what were they up to? - however he was desperate so when a space opened at the urinals he just dropped his kecks, reversed in and went for it, right between a couple of startled onlookers who were using the sanitary wear for it's more conventional use.

He then turned around to have a slash but in his addled state had done up his trousers so wet himself rather spectacularly.  I should add, he also vomited down his front at this point.

Dunno whether he was trying to play Cinds' wee the log around the bog game but an excellent effort I think we can all agree. 

I know, it's awful when the reality of living together comes in to play.  I remember Mr C before we lived together sayng to me 'I think we've been together a long time now and it's time that things moved along'.  I was crapping myself thinking he was going to ask me to marry him (at the time I wasn't ready).  Anyway, he said he thought it was time we could 'pump' in front of each other

 still, I hope he'll learn from it.

I bet if we could find someone who was good at programming 'pee the poo round the bowl' could become a real online game