The Isolated Blurt Thread XVI: The Butthurt Starts Here

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Time (amount of) that the troll will be a loser: ∞


Do the math.
 
Watching Smooch trying to get philosophical is about the same as watching paint dry.
 
Dummy,

You can't come into a conversation, say something really ignorant and then claim you don't know/care about what the fuck is going on. If you're not up to date on shit, don't say shit assuming you know shit, dumb shit.

-Luk
 
I've bid on six Primus/ Optimus stoves over the last few days. Haven't won one. But there again, I'm not prepared to pay eighty odd quid.
 
I've bid on six Primus/ Optimus stoves over the last few days. Haven't won one. But there again, I'm not prepared to pay eighty odd quid.

You'll hate me.

On Tuesday at our local auction I bid on a collection of metal items and won it at £3.30. It included a complete but much tarnished Primus 210 stove from the 1930s, with cycle clip. I have been tackling the tarnish, many hours yet to go, but it works.

http://cycleseven.org/cycling-and-stoving

http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4098/4774981660_ae1e287566.jpg

http://www.spiritburner.com/fusion/gallery/28/1283885515-Two210s.jpg
 
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You'll hate me.

On Tuesday at our local auction I bid on a collection of metal items and won it at £3.30. It included a complete but much tarnished Primus 210 stove from the 1930s, with cycle clip. I have been tackling the tarnish, many hours yet to go, but it works.
:mad:
 
I've bid on six Primus/ Optimus stoves over the last few days. Haven't won one. But there again, I'm not prepared to pay eighty odd quid.

I have an Optimus 8R. It retired when I got my MSR GK stove back in about 1980.
 
Table tennis played on an actual table, with pots and pans for rackets, is awfully good fun. Especially with a quart of gin inside one. :D
 
Table tennis played on an actual table, with pots and pans for rackets, is awfully good fun. Especially with a quart of gin inside one. :D

One of my few sporting successes was during a Table Tennis tournament on board a liner travelling to Australia.

My success was not caused by my excellence at Table Tennis, but my competence at Table Tennis on a 22,000 ton ship in a Force 9/10 storm when the table wouldn't remain where it had been when you hit the ball.

Most of my serious rivals were eliminated by sea-sickness and the few contenders that remained looked slightly ashen. Trying to play when the trajectory was wildly erratic defeated the others, but not me. Sheer dumb luck and a cast-iron stomach led to victory.
 
The new bed is heaven. Bonus was having the dog laying next to me when I turned on the massage and then I just laid there laughing and laughing. His head was whipping back and forth trying to figure out where the vibration was coming from. Turns out I'm easily amused. Also turns out the bed is neither a car nor a coffin. It doesn't make sandwiches, provide happy endings, or mix cocktails so I don't understand why it cost as much as it did. :mad:
 
The new bed is heaven. Bonus was having the dog laying next to me when I turned on the massage and then I just laid there laughing and laughing. His head was whipping back and forth trying to figure out where the vibration was coming from. Turns out I'm easily amused. Also turns out the bed is neither a car nor a coffin. It doesn't make sandwiches, provide happy endings, or mix cocktails so I don't understand why it cost as much as it did. :mad:

Does it have a discreet attachment option to go with the massage setting?
 
One of my few sporting successes was during a Table Tennis tournament on board a liner travelling to Australia.

My success was not caused by my excellence at Table Tennis, but my competence at Table Tennis on a 22,000 ton ship in a Force 9/10 storm when the table wouldn't remain where it had been when you hit the ball.

Most of my serious rivals were eliminated by sea-sickness and the few contenders that remained looked slightly ashen. Trying to play when the trajectory was wildly erratic defeated the others, but not me. Sheer dumb luck and a cast-iron stomach led to victory.

That sounds like tremendous fun! I once played football on a giant bouncy castle which offered similar logistical puzzles, but with slightly less chance of being drowned.
 
Sean, very sensibly, is preparing for the next five years of Tory rule by becoming self-sufficient and/or fleeing the country for the sunny uplands of the US. :D
 
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