A sign on the emergency exit at our local states:
"WARNING - This door is alarmed."
Probably at the state of the Hutt skanks at 2am on a Saturday morning.
Spotted this over the holidays the local hoarder at Waihi Beach is having hassles with visitors rummaging through his old outboard motors and rusty wheelbarrows
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Retired- just some guy with a few bikes......
Hahaha, at least we then know they don't ring in harmony.
I like the idea of Tooted sandwiches.
Liberally and incorrectly sprinkled apostrophes really feel like nails down my eyeballs. (And I have to say my hubby is one of the worst offenders. I haven't been able to train him out of it yet so I realise there is little hope for others).
I was tempted to write "apostrophe's" but just couldn't bring myself to do it! Off to claw my eyeballs out now - self inflicted.
Those manacles are the rules we create .........weeeee,,,,,,,,,,,,,, or break ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,.... dotty dot dot dot ,,,,
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I wandered through each chartered street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
A mark in every face I meet,
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear:
How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every blackening church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
But most, through midnight streets I hear
How the youthful harlot's curse
Blasts the new-born infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage-hearse.
Stephen
"Look, Madame, where we live, look how we live ... look at the life we have...The Republic has forgotten us."
"Standing on your mother's corpse you told me that you'd wait forever." [Bryan Adams: Summer of 69]
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