boxst

Hello

And my favourite:

http://www.thingsmygirlfriendandihavearguedabout.com

Steve.

[Edited by boxst - 11/4/2003 8:49:20 AM]

J4CKO

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It never ceases to amaze me what you can find on the net, remember this lot, cant get more obscure but sure enough a German fan site for the 'Goombay Dance Band', I found it having dug out a tape of the Radio one chart show from the 80's, right after 'Run to the hills' by Iron Maiden was 'Seven Tears' by the aforementioned.

http://www.goombaydancebandprivatefanclub.de

unbeleiveable, I would like your weird website suggestions !

beemerboy

Here

BB

J4CKO

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Thats not oddball !

Everybody knows Rathergood.com, 'WE LIKE DE MOOOON, COS IT IS CLOSE TO US'

STi-Frenchie

Not really weird (not to my mind anyway) but...

the ever popular All your base are belong to us website.

stevencotton

Nature's Harmonic Simultaneous 4-Day Time Cube

Hobo_Jojo

'BUT NOT AS MUCH AS CHEEESE, WE REALY LIKE CHEESE WE LIKE ZEPPILINS'

douglasb

One for the Glaswegians

Doug

carl

'BECAUSE IT LIGHT UP THE SKY AT NIGHT AND IT LOVELY'

I think we like Dirigibles too

Jed Exodus

class

Spooks

another goody for a laugh

J4CKO

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'UNLESS IT HAS MANY VEGATABLE'

RB5-Black

Mil: 'I can't, I'm afraid. I'm going into town.'
Margret: 'Why? What do you need to go to town for?'
Mil: 'Oh, I have to get some stuff.'
Margret: 'What stuff?'
Mil: 'Just some stuff... things.'
Margret: 'What things?'
Mil: 'Various things.'
Margret: 'What things?'
Mil: 'What does it matter?'
Margret: 'What things?'
Mil: 'It's not important what specific things, is it? I have to get things or I wouldn't be cycling into town, would I? All that's relevant here is that I have to go, not the details of the individual items I need to get - there's no point wasting time giving you a big list, when the only significant point is that I need to go to town.'
Margret: 'What things?'
Mil: 'Oh, for Christ's sake... Pizzas. I need to buy some pizzas, OK?'
Margret: 'We've got pizzas.'
Mil: 'We've got a pizza.'
Margret: 'So? How many do you need?'
Mil: 'Several. I want to have several in the fridge.'
Margret: 'Why?'
Mil: 'So that we have a stock of them.'
Margret: 'Why?'
Mil: 'So that we don't run out, obviously.'
Margret: 'What would happen if we ran out?'
Mil: 'I'd have to go to town.'
This flings itself out of my mouth while my higher brain is still racing along behind it frantically waving its arms and shouting, 'Wait! Wait!'
Margret responds with just the tiniest movement of her eyebrows. Absolutely minuscule. Sufficient in size, however, to make me wonder if I could get a UN resolution to have her bombed.
Mil: 'I have to get other things too.'
Margret: 'What things?'
Mil: 'What the bloody hell does it matter? Why can't I go to town if I want to, for God's sake?'
Margret: 'Why are you being secretive? What are you up to?'
Mil: 'I'm not up to anything.'
Margret: 'Yes you are.'
Mil: 'Like what?'
Margret: 'I don't know.'
Mil: 'Because there isn't anything.'
Margret: 'Yes there is - I can tell.'
Mil: 'There isn't.'
Margret: 'You bloody liar.'
Mil: 'You bloody mad woman.'
Margret: 'Tell me.'
Mil: 'Stop talking now.'
Margret: 'Tell me.'
Mil: 'I...'
Margret: 'Tell me.'
I think we've both risen to our feet by this point (it allows for better voice projection).
Mil: 'OK! OK! You want to know why I need to go up town, you relentless harridan?!'
Margret: ''Yes! You lying swine!'
Mil: 'So I can get your Valentine's Day card! So I can get your bloody Valentine's Day card and post it to here - so it'll arrive as a nice surprise through the post!'
A tiny flicker. It's the merest stutter of hesitation, though, then she's back on track before the beat is really lost.
Margret: 'You don't need to get me a bloody Valentine's Day card!'
(I can't imagine what makes her think she's going to get away with this move - she must be getting old.)
Mil: 'Too bad! Because I'm getting you a Valentine's Day card! And I'm posting it to you! Tomorrow! When I go to town!'
Margret: 'THERE'S NO BLOODY NEED!'
Mil: 'WELL IT'S GOING TO BLOODY HAPPEN - GET USED TO IT!'
And, indeed, I do go to town, buy her a card, and post it. Inside I write, 'Surprise!' She gets it on Valentine's Day and says, 'Thank you,' to me, through gritted teeth. (She gets me one too, by the way - it reads, "I'm not interested in a nice, normal relationship... I like ours better.")
Odysseus and Penelope? Pah - lightweights.


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