Where's my beer?

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You don't just jump into bed with Terry Tibbs, you take Terry Tibbs out 4 lunch, you wine + dine him; you give him an oil massage and then he gives you 19fifty...if ur lucky

"Do you like Pink Poospé?"

"Fuck off!"
"Is that the sort code sir?"

Poker Babes.

I love Poker, Mainly the 'Texas Hold-em' variety.

Now would I like to play with these babes?

Jennifer Tilly:
Nickname: "The Unabombshell"
Hometown: British Columbia, Canada
Birth Place: Harbor City, CA
WSOP: On June 27, 2005, Tilly won a World Series of Poker bracelet (and $158,625) in the Ladies' No-Limit Texas Hold 'Em event, outlasting 600 other players. She followed up this accomplishment on September 1, 2005 by also winning the third World Poker Tour Ladies Invitational Tournament held at the Bicycle Casino in Los Angeles.

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Click to see who they've pissed off with their Shirts

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90th anniversary of the battle of Passchendaele

Ypres & Arras July 2002 (23)
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90th anniversary of the battle of Passchendaele

Ninety years ago, the battle of Passchendaele claimed the lives of around half a million soldiers on both sides, and came to symbolise the full horror of warfare on an industrial scale.

The battle of Passchendaele was in fact a series of battles, fought across fields that had become a potentially deadly quagmire of liquid mud.

A massive bombardment of German lines combined with heavy rain created appalling conditions.

The journalist Philip Gibbs, writing in 1923, described the battles fought here as "the most awful, the most bloody... the most hellish heavy rains fell, and made one great bog in which every crater was a deep pool...they were like lakes in some places, filled with slimy water and dead bodies."

It's hard to imagine those scenes now. The fields below Tyne Cot cemetery are now planted with potatoes and sweetcorn in this quiet, rural corner of Belgium.

The BBC

Edible Porn

I'm Starving..


Ginger bread Kama Sutra

Cool completely before decorating. Use white frosting with a fine tip to outline figures. Use yellow frosting to make hair on female figures (or use a different color if you're not into blondes). Add eyes and mouths with fine tip black and red decorator gel or icing. Use a small dab of white frosting to attach cinnamon buttons if desired.

Also Bukkake Cookies

Take reserved plain white icing. It should be fluid and not too stiff. Add milk or water if necessary to achieve a drippy, but not runny consistency. Use a spoon to drizzle the "jizz" over the face cookies. Use as much as desired.

Porn Bread

Flirt with me..

Please...

Full article here

THIS stunning brunette has come up with a saucy new way for blokes to improve their love lives.

And they are contacting her in their droves, desperate for busty Rachel Bailey to, shall we say, give them a hand.

But the babe’s business is all above board. For £50 an hour the Superflirt sends her clients’ wives and girlfriends into jealous frenzies.

Rachel, 28, says: “It is a simple idea and it works like a dream. It’s a service for any husband or boyfriend who feels his partner has stopped paying him enough attention.

“He tells me where he will be with his wife or girl at a certain time and then I turn up and flirt with him outrageously.

“The unsuspecting spouse has no idea what is going on. More often than not she is overwhelmed by the sight of her man winning the attention of another women.

The Sun

Inside your diaries

More here A first kiss

We met by the river, just in front of the Eye, and it was good to see him again. We didn't have much of a plan for the day so we wandered across the river and up to Oxford Street. After that we weren't really sure what to do. We were going to have some lunch and we were just thinking about where to eat when we came across Hyde Park. I saw the park and I knew what would happen if we lay down together there, and I wanted it; somehow I knew he wanted it too. It was warm and sunny, unseasonably so, and we stretched out side by side on the dappled grass.

We talked and talked, and I made a really long daisy chain, which he picked the daisies for. Whenever he handed me one, our fingers would sort of linger. What happened next felt like a dream, because it was so silent and serene. My hand was on his hand - we weren't holding hands then, just my fingers resting on his palm. Then, and it was completely quiet, neither of us said anything, we just stroked each others' hands and fingers; I ran my hand up and down his arm very gently; I could hardly breathe. I could feel his fingertips trace my palm, and I ran my hand up his arm and across his chest, and then back, slowly.

My head was right next to his and I touched his hair. I giggled a little, and then I kissed his cheek. He turned his head gently over and I kissed his lips. My first kiss, and it couldn't have been more special.

The BBC

b3ta - QOTW - Late

'Question of the Week' (QOTW) from b3ta.

QOTW - Late

Being perpetually late I have run the full gamut of excuses now
but nothing I've heard beats this one...

I was working at a small web company. There were only five of us, and the guy who sat next to me was a bit of an odd sort. Half Scottish, half Greek, one of his amusing quirks was that he could never shit in the office bogs, he always had to make the round trip home and back if Mr. Brown came calling. Anyway, he didn't show up for work for two days without any notice or a call, and we were starting to get a bit worried when he showed up again on the third day. When questioned as to where he had been, he said that on his way home he had picked up a spicy sausage from the corner shop for his tea, but on eating it, it had made him trip out and hallucinate for 36 hours straight while he sat on the floor of a darkened room, sweating and gibbering. Three days late due to a psychedelic sausage takes some beating.

Read the other entries here. QOTW - Late
b3ta

This man is a teacher..

Man flies to wedding a year early

A teacher flew home to Wales from Toronto in Canada for a wedding, only to discover he was one year early.
Dave Barclay, 34, mistakenly thought Dave Best was marrying on 6 July 2007 after he e-mailed him at the start of the year and started making plans.

It was only when he arrived back at his mother's in Wenvoe near Cardiff he realised he had travelled 4,000 miles for a wedding 12 months away.

"I am a year early - yeah, my mates are loving it, aren't they," he said.

Full article here
BBC

Stick a camera on a cat.

This 'crazy' German had the bright idea of sticking a camera on his cat, Mr Lee, to see where he went on his daily ramblings. Excellent.

Sometimes I have some challenging ideas, or crazy like some other people would say. This time I thought about our cat who is the whole day out, returning sometimes hungry sometimes not, sometimes with traces of fights, sometimes he stay also the night out.
When he finally returns, I wonder where he was and what he did during his day. This brought me to the idea to equip the cat with a camera. The plan was to put a little camera around his neck which takes every few minutes a picture. After he is returning, the camera would show his day.

Mr Lee - Cat Cam

abstract....."morning reflections"...

abstract....."morning reflections"...
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I did a search for 'Daily Slices' and this is what was thrown at me, along with hundreds of pictures of dull un-interesting-ness.

Stolen from an excellent idea by Picture Post

Mr Blackett - Free from MySpace

I cancelled my MySpace account today. In the ‘Please tell us why you wish to cancel so we may be able to improve our service in future’ text box I wrote:

“Because you’re like internet cancer. Because I’m sick of getting spammed by shitty bands promoting their shitty songs. Because I don’t wish to be a statistic in some complete stranger’s ego boosting effort to look like they have more friends than they actually do. Because I don’t want to reply to a friend’s comment and have my browser crash under the load created by 20 Gb of Youtube videos of cats playing piano and skateboarders snapping their legs. But most of all because I think Rupert Murdoch and his media empire is the biggest danger to free and independent media in the world and MySpace is part of that.”

Then I deleted it. I don’t have to tell them why they’re shit. I’m sure they know.

Mr Blackett
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