Those Loony Brits wrote:
having holes in their teeth gives them a weight advantage
Does Daisy Ridley use a fire hose to clean her choppers or like most Brits take them out at night and put them in a water glass?
Those Loony Brits wrote:
having holes in their teeth gives them a weight advantage
Does Daisy Ridley use a fire hose to clean her choppers or like most Brits take them out at night and put them in a water glass?
Only up North. American's are very obsessed with British teeth. It is most odd. Imagine if the Brits were concerned as to whether you would be offended if we referred to your president in such soft terms such 'knob-end' or 'toast hair'. Other such terms which get banded about in the nether regions of the M25 corridor include 'forehead shadow' and 'orange lighthouse'. Moderate groups such as 'the women's staunchly conservative institude we all love Boris' allegedly labelled him 'The most massive c!nt of all time'. But what do they know?
Semi extremist groups known locally as 'the marooners of Belgrave but our shirts got dyed red' just really want to know what Donald thinks of the latest drug bust (and can he get anymore via Biggin Hill into Wimbledon). But also, does Donald have an objection to a Surrey League finally being run in Kent?
Now let's leave teeth out of it.
Americans are not obsessed with brit teeth. Or in the case of most brits, tooth. Sure they are nasty, mangy, janky and rotten. And brits couldn't pick a toothbrush out of a line-up. We mostly just feel sorry that you have rotten gobs and have to live in a third world hell hole.
Also, what is all this nonsense about Kent, Surrey, Dorking, Twatt, Scratchy Bottom, Crotch Crescent, Titley Close, Crapstone, Old Sodom? England is so tiny that arguing about provenance is ridiculous. The whole stinking country could fit on my poor neighbor's ranch.
Hey Billy:
Why no post-race pub pics of the Herne Hill senior womens team that kicked arse in the Surrey league?
Bet they're fun after a few Stellas.
Forget about Edgar Allan Poe. Kent still isn't in Surrey.
The only reason the Surrey League is going to Kent is because at the very least there will be a Waitrose near the start.
What is Waitrose? Is it what those charming young Wimbledon chaps say to their little petal when she becomes frustrated in bed "Wait, Rose!"
Either way, there is a kebab house and a Wetherspoons within 50 yards of Beckenham Junction, so everyone will be happy.
Kent Runner wrote:
What is Waitrose? Is it what those charming young Wimbledon chaps say to their little petal when she becomes frustrated in bed "Wait, Rose!"
Either way, there is a kebab house and a Wetherspoons within 50 yards of Beckenham Junction, so everyone will be happy.
I think it was someone yelling at Nick Rose after he false-started.
Well that is Game, Set and Match as they say in Wimbledon
McEnroe wrote:
Well that is Game, Set and Match as they say in Wimbledon
Gamekeepers, turned poachers, turned champions. Chapeau.
6 time winners turned 7 times winners. Chapeau
McEnroe wrote:
6 time winners turned 7 times winners. Chapeau
You're back? Damn, we thought we were through with you after Brexit.
There's a well founded rumour that their success is largely down to diet.
Despite the fact that today, everyone from colonoscopists to Morrissey are telling us we need to eat less of it, the amount of meat each Kent runner eats in a week is roughly eight kilogrammes. That's the equivalent of a very fat baby or two malnourished ones.
Monday is mince day, so there are two maxi packs of that. Then it goes chicken, chops, chicken, before rounding out the week with a whole rope of Walls pork sausages.
They like sausages.
A quick tip they follow is that if there's any pieces of meat left over at the end of the week, they take a used Magnum stick, shove it inside them, and, hey presto, they've got meat lollies for the car.
The only sticking point is that they have to remember, though, to whittle barbs into the sticks so they don't slide off, similar to the barbs on a bee sting, which is why bees die when they sting you because, as they fly away, they pull their own arses off.
As always, Kent AC thinking outside the box.
Just who are Kent anyway? wrote:
There's a well founded rumour that their success is largely down to diet.
Despite the fact that today, everyone from colonoscopists to Morrissey are telling us we need to eat less of it, the amount of meat each Kent runner eats in a week is roughly eight kilogrammes. That's the equivalent of a very fat baby or two malnourished ones.
Monday is mince day, so there are two maxi packs of that. Then it goes chicken, chops, chicken, before rounding out the week with a whole rope of Walls pork sausages.
They like sausages.
A quick tip they follow is that if there's any pieces of meat left over at the end of the week, they take a used Magnum stick, shove it inside them, and, hey presto, they've got meat lollies for the car.
The only sticking point is that they have to remember, though, to whittle barbs into the sticks so they don't slide off, similar to the barbs on a bee sting, which is why bees die when they sting you because, as they fly away, they pull their own arses off.
As always, Kent AC thinking outside the box.
Only an Englishman could write those words, no doubt with a straight face.
Do they still grow hops in Kent? EKG is legendary.
Bollocks, pure bollocks!
Watch out, dear, your age is showing.
Alan55 wrote:
Watch out, dear, your age is showing.
b*llocks, forget to quote the post about Nick Rose
In the garden of England it is more wine these days, wine this, wine that, sometimes you just want a glass or mineral water or Blue Nun. Long gone are the days when the hoppers would riddle their way out of the cesspit that is the East End of London. Not any more. Blame is apportioned to the wealthy people of Surrey buying second homes in Hackney, Shoreditch, Tower Hamlets and Stratford to try and look a little more hip and down with the kids. The blood runs deep.
Luke 13:24-28
"Strive to enter through the narrow door; for many, I tell you, will seek to enter and will not be able. "Once the head of the house gets up and shuts the door, and you begin to stand outside and knock on the door, saying, 'Lord, open up to us!' then He will answer and say to you, 'I do not know where you are from.' "Then you will begin to say, 'We ate and drank in Your presence, and You taught in our streets' and He will say, 'I tell you, I do not know where you are from; DEPART FROM ME, ALL YOU EVILDOERS.' "In that place there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth when you see Abraham and Isaac and Jacob and all the prophets in the kingdom of God, but yourselves being thrown out.
Kent AC often make a pilgrimage to a simple stream in North Walsham, Norfolk.
But six centuries ago, this stream would have flowed with the blood and entrails of fallen men.
Kent AC was hoping to illustrate it by pouring in a bucket of butcher's waste, but some Dilbert at the council seems to think it would contaminate the water supply.
So close your eyes instead and imagine bits of dead men bobbing about in red water.
This was the Peasants' Revolt of 1381, caused, some say, by underpaying the workers.
But there's compelling evidence that low wages actually increases productivity.
As Kirstie Allsopp says, "A well-fed dog is a slow dog." Whatever the pros and cons, there can be no excuse for the peasants' antisocial behaviour.
The execution of their ringleaders serving as a timely reminder that laws are there for a reason.
And that is why those runners from "Surrey" will always be at a disadvantage.
I rest my case.