Phil Pascoe
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oggy - pasty, obviously
never heard of steved, crake, dumments, bullhorns, snot (in that sense), niceys or bisky
dreckly is not soon, it's sometime between now and eternity
cheel(d) is a girl child.
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never heard of steved, crake, dumments, bullhorns, snot (in that sense), niceys or bisky
dreckly is not soon, it's sometime between now and eternity
cheel(d) is a girl child.
Robbo3
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Jaco
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A young Arab boy asks his father, “What is that strange hat you are wearing?"
The father said, "Why, my son, it is a 'chechia.' In the desert it protects our heads from the intense heat of the sun.
"And what is the long flowing robe you are wearing?”, asked the boy.
“Oh, my son!”, exclaimed the father, “It is very simple. This is a 'djbellah'. As I have told you, in the desert it is not only very hot, but the sand is always blowing. My djbellah protects the entire body”.
The son then asked, "But Father, what about those ugly shoes you have on your feet?"
"These are 'babouches' my son,” the father replied. "You must understand that although the desert sands are very beautiful, they are also extremely hot. These babouches' keep us from burning our feet".
"So tell me then," added the boy.
"Yes, my son…"
"Why are you living in Luton and still wearing all this ?”
The father said, "Why, my son, it is a 'chechia.' In the desert it protects our heads from the intense heat of the sun.
"And what is the long flowing robe you are wearing?”, asked the boy.
“Oh, my son!”, exclaimed the father, “It is very simple. This is a 'djbellah'. As I have told you, in the desert it is not only very hot, but the sand is always blowing. My djbellah protects the entire body”.
The son then asked, "But Father, what about those ugly shoes you have on your feet?"
"These are 'babouches' my son,” the father replied. "You must understand that although the desert sands are very beautiful, they are also extremely hot. These babouches' keep us from burning our feet".
"So tell me then," added the boy.
"Yes, my son…"
"Why are you living in Luton and still wearing all this ?”
Cozzer
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The fatherly Arab summoned his three sons.
"Sons, you are equally my favourites. My time on this earth is short, but I have amassed an immense fortune during my time, and I would like to give you some reward in order to set you on the path to greater fulfilment and joy. Consider what would make you happy, and I will provide it...."
After a night's thought, each of his sons reached their decision.
"Father", said his 22 year old, "I would like a really fast and sleek sports car, to impress all my friends..."
His father agreed, and promptly asked one of his many underlings to make a bid for the entire Aston Martin organisation. Money no object. Whatever it takes.
"It will be yours, my son...."
The middle son was a little more ambitious. A private jet was requested, not only to provide his own luxurious travel, but as a basis for a future business venture. His father instantly ordered one of his staff to purchase the entire Lear jet organisation. Again, whatever it took, money-wise.
His youngest son, 9 year old Mo, was still an innocent. No thoughts of trying to impress. No thoughts of future business plans. He was a typical child, his head "in the moment", with his toys and make believe.
"Father...please may I have a cowboy outfit? Like the cowboy films on TV? Please! Please!"
His father smiled. "A cowboy outfit, you say? Of course, my son...."
He summoned one of his staff to go and purchase Manchester United....
"Sons, you are equally my favourites. My time on this earth is short, but I have amassed an immense fortune during my time, and I would like to give you some reward in order to set you on the path to greater fulfilment and joy. Consider what would make you happy, and I will provide it...."
After a night's thought, each of his sons reached their decision.
"Father", said his 22 year old, "I would like a really fast and sleek sports car, to impress all my friends..."
His father agreed, and promptly asked one of his many underlings to make a bid for the entire Aston Martin organisation. Money no object. Whatever it takes.
"It will be yours, my son...."
The middle son was a little more ambitious. A private jet was requested, not only to provide his own luxurious travel, but as a basis for a future business venture. His father instantly ordered one of his staff to purchase the entire Lear jet organisation. Again, whatever it took, money-wise.
His youngest son, 9 year old Mo, was still an innocent. No thoughts of trying to impress. No thoughts of future business plans. He was a typical child, his head "in the moment", with his toys and make believe.
"Father...please may I have a cowboy outfit? Like the cowboy films on TV? Please! Please!"
His father smiled. "A cowboy outfit, you say? Of course, my son...."
He summoned one of his staff to go and purchase Manchester United....
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