The Random Thought Megathread

[Fat Freddy]

yup.

And alas the sandwich went down with its creator.

You will be happy to know it did not go quietly, making quite a ruckus on its way down. And all was not lost, after some reconstruction it did fulfill its destiny. drool

Phew!....I was worried there for a minute....

 

[Fat Freddy]

Don't know why but this just came to mind....

Twas in the year of 'thirty-nine when the sky was full of lead
When Hitler was heading for Poland, and Paddy for Holyhead
Come all you pincher laddies and you long-distance men
Don't ever work for McAlpine, for Wimpey, or John Laing
You'll stand behind a mixer until your skin is turned to tan
And they'll say, Good on you, Paddy, with your boat fare in your hand
Oh, the craic was good in Cricklewood and they wouldn't leave the Crown
With glasses flying and Biddys crying 'cause Paddy was going to town
Oh mother dear, I'm over here and I'm never coming back
What keeps me here is the reek o' beer, the ladies and the craic
I come from county Kerry, the land of eggs and bacon

And if you think I'll eat your fish and chips,
oh dear, then you're mistaken...

As down the glen came McAlpine's men
With their shovels slung behind them
It was in the pub that they drank their sub
Or down in the spike you'll find them
We sweated blood and we washed down mud
With quarts and pints of beer
But now we're on the road again with McAlpine's Fusiliers

I stripped to the skin with Darky Finn
Way down upon the Isle of Grain
With Horseface Toole I learned the rule
No money if you stop for rain
For McAlpine's god is a well filled hod
Your shoulders cut to bits and seared
And woe to he who looks for tea with McAlpine's Fusiliers

I remember the day that the Bear O'Shea
Fell into a concrete stairs
What Horseface said, when he saw him dead,
Well it wasn't what the rich call prayers
"I'm a navvy short," was his one retort
That reached unto my ears
When the going is rough, well you must be tough, with McAlpine's Fusiliers

I've worked till the sweat near had me bet
With Russian, Czech and Pole
At shuttering jams up in the Hydro Dams
or underneath the Thames in a hole
I grafted hard and I got me cards
and many a ganger's fist across me ears
If you pride your life, don't join, by Christ, with McAlpine's Fusiliers!

 

[S-Bigbottom]

Don't know why but this just came to mind....

Twas in the year of 'thirty-nine when the sky was full of lead
When Hitler was heading for Poland, and Paddy for Holyhead
Come all you pincher laddies and you long-distance men
Don't ever work for McAlpine, for Wimpey, or John Laing
You'll stand behind a mixer until your skin is turned to tan
And they'll say, Good on you, Paddy, with your boat fare in your hand
Oh, the craic was good in Cricklewood and they wouldn't leave the Crown
With glasses flying and Biddys crying 'cause Paddy was going to town
Oh mother dear, I'm over here and I'm never coming back
What keeps me here is the reek o' beer, the ladies and the craic
I come from county Kerry, the land of eggs and bacon

And if you think I'll eat your fish and chips,
oh dear, then you're mistaken...

As down the glen came McAlpine's men
With their shovels slung behind them
It was in the pub that they drank their sub
Or down in the spike you'll find them
We sweated blood and we washed down mud
With quarts and pints of beer
But now we're on the road again with McAlpine's Fusiliers

I stripped to the skin with Darky Finn
Way down upon the Isle of Grain
With Horseface Toole I learned the rule
No money if you stop for rain
For McAlpine's god is a well filled hod
Your shoulders cut to bits and seared
And woe to he who looks for tea with McAlpine's Fusiliers

I remember the day that the Bear O'Shea
Fell into a concrete stairs
What Horseface said, when he saw him dead,
Well it wasn't what the rich call prayers
"I'm a navvy short," was his one retort
That reached unto my ears
When the going is rough, well you must be tough, with McAlpine's Fusiliers

I've worked till the sweat near had me bet
With Russian, Czech and Pole
At shuttering jams up in the Hydro Dams
or underneath the Thames in a hole
I grafted hard and I got me cards
and many a ganger's fist across me ears
If you pride your life, don't join, by Christ, with McAlpine's Fusiliers!

This is the same story the sandwich told me during its reconstruction.
It was a hell of a ride.

 

[Fat Freddy]

This is the same story the sandwich told me during its reconstruction.
It was a hell of a ride.

...I'll bet it was.....drool

 

[toowrongfoo]

You can't have love w/o anger

 

[FilterFunk]

WEKEA.

THEYKEA

 

[Tom Bomb]

Nothing like a stanza of Anglo Saxon poetry for girding the loins. Bryllyg!

THEYKEA

UKEA IKEA TWEEKEA

WEKEA ALLKEA CHEA HEA

FORA GOOD OL' CUPPA-TEA

MAMA MIA! GOOD IDEA.

AND THE FLAT-PACK'DOM

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[Son of Wobble]

 

[shadowtippy]

 

[FingerDub]

Blind chickens can still find the seed.

 

[PillO]

Blind chickens can still find the seed.

Aren't nods as good as winks to a blind bat?

 

[Jay2U]

Time moves, we measure it.

According to the Theory of Relativity time varies with velocity and gravity. According to my theory of Past, Present and Future, time doesn't exist. Time can be replaced by the speed of light through vacuum and distance (applies to the metric system only ).

 

[Son of Wobble]

 

[Tom Bomb]

All quite on the western font.

 

[Gorn]

I wanna go home.

 

[Tom Bomb]

Take off this uniform and leave the show.

 

[LowActionHero]

ATTENTION ALL PLANETS OF THE SOLAR FEDERATION.

WE HAVE ASSUMED CONTROL!!

 

[Fat Freddy]

ATTENTION ALL PLANETS OF THE SOLAR FEDERATION.

WE HAVE ASSUMED CONTROL!!

Good!....Maybe you can sort out my sock drawer!....

 

[LowActionHero]

Good!....Maybe you can sort out my sock drawer!....

WE TOOK CONTROL FOR MORE THAN A DRAWER OF SOCKS.

A GRAPE ROLLED UNDER THE DISHWASHER LAST WEEK. . .

 

[Fat Freddy]

WE TOOK CONTROL FOR MORE THAN A DRAWER OF SOCKS.

A GRAPE ROLLED UNDER THE DISHWASHER LAST WEEK. . .

Well.....Errrrrm......Good luck with your mission........