NB admin to close self aggrandisement loop hole
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"... or by posting nonsense to random internet chat rooms."
You insult us, sir. That is untrue. The nonsense posted in this thread has been very carefully targetted; nothing random about it.
Well I actually wrote something yesterday but it plummetted naked to the 2nd page with unhealthy speed despite being starred. The 4 1/2 stars probably means that someone gave 5 only to be thwarted by the 1 star fairy. I bloody hate it when it gets stars but no comments as it looks like it was done by me!
Anyway: Any tips on getting bumped without doing it myself Gero?
Wonder if this thread will ever mamage to sink as far down as page 3?
Thanks Gero. Made me chuckle too!
5* from me! I think this has been unfairly marked, shame on you people.
"Mamage" sounds like a word redolent with possibilities.
A portmantou (Sp?) word from mammory and frontage or possibly acreage.
As in; "The sleazebag 70s DJ could not take his eyes off her mamage."
See also chesticles and shirt potatoes.
I can't be bothered to read everything here, but I'm sure it deserves a bump anyway.
No, be assured, it doesn't.
All this talk about frontage reminds me of my father's favourite limerick (not sure if it was an original or he got it from somewhere else, but anyway it's a cracker):
There was a young lady from Wantage
Of whom the town Clerk took advantage.
Said the Borough Surveyor
"Of course you must pay her:
You've drastically altered her frontage".
There was a young man of Devizes
Whose balls were two different sizes
One was so small
It was no use at all
But the other won quite a few prizes.
Does anyone remember the one about the young man from Nantucket?
There was a young man from Brighton
Who said to his wife you've a tight one
She said bless my soul your in the wrong hole
But there's plenty of room in the right one.
There was a young man from Japan
Who's poetry would never scan
When asked why it was
He said "It's because
I always try to cram as many words in to the last line as I possibly can"
There was a young lady of Staines
Whose house would get wet when it rains
She just couldn't stand
How floods got out of hand
So she moved to the Somerset plains
There was an old man of Nantucket
Who kept all his cash in a bucket
His daughter, named Nan,
Ran off with a man,
As for the cash, Nantucket.
There was a young girl from Austrailia
Who went to a dance as a dahlia
But the petals revealed
What they should have concealed,
And the dance, as a dance, was a failure!
There was a young man from Rhyde
who choked on an apple and died
The apple fermented
inside the lamented
and made cider inside his inside
One for Jeni B:
There was a young girl from Dundee
Who was stung on the leg by a wasp
When asked did it hurt
She said, "quite a lot,
but I'm glad it wasn't a hornet"
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