Equals: Your very own bit o' *Direct Action*, ie: cycle t' work/study/whatever, finely attired or talkin' like a pirate.
Eat pasta fer breakfast, lunch & tea. Be touched by His Noodly Appendage & scorn thar evils of Car Culture. Hear Ye: All posts to thas here thread should only be typ'd in Pirate.. 😉
Equals: Your very own bit o' *Direct Action*, ie: cycle t' work/study/whatever, finely attired or talkin' like a pirate.
Eat pasta fer breakfast, lunch & tea. Be touched by His Noodly Appendage & scorn thar evils of Car Culture. Hear Ye: All posts to thas here thread should only be typ'd in Pirate.. 😉
*don't forget about t' Beer Volcano!
Aye and try to make evr'y day a carfree day, lest ye walk the plank (to the ferry stop!)
"cfsmtb" <[email hidden]> wrote in message news:[email hidden]...
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ritcho said:
Aye and try to make evr'y day a carfree day, lest ye walk the plank (to the ferry stop!)
Arrrrrgh!
Not like thoos bilge rats in thar stinkin' horseless carriages! Avast!
-- cfsmtb
This poxy pirate lark be murder 'pon the high street. Me bloody peg leg won't unclip, the bilge suckin' eye patch be a bane for depth perception and 'tis losing half me peripheral vision. Not to mention the scabrous, moaning, mangy parrot that keeps belabouring me ear on downhill bits. "Faaark! Slow down! Faaark! Pieces o' glass! Pieces o' dog [censored]! Faaaark!" An' like yer say, them soft cage-lubbers, bleedin' and whinin' about the trail of feather and parrot [censored]. I should be showin' 'em the dry cleaner's bill for the back o' me coat. And they accuse me of piracy...
"cfsmtb" <[email hidden]> wrote in message news:[email hidden]...
Quoted message said:
ritcho said:
Aye and try to make evr'y day a carfree day, lest ye walk the plank (to the ferry stop!)
Arrrrrgh!
Not like thoos bilge rats in thar stinkin' horseless carriages! Avast!
-- cfsmtb
This poxy pirate lark be murder 'pon the high street. Me bloody peg leg won't unclip, the bilge suckin' eye patch be a bane for depth perception and 'tis losing half me peripheral vision. Not to mention the scabrous, moaning, mangy parrot that keeps belabouring me ear on downhill bits. "Faaark! Slow down! Faaark! Pieces o' glass! Pieces o' dog [censored]! Faaaark!" An' like yer say, them soft cage-lubbers, bleedin' and whinin' about the trail of feather and parrot [censored]. I should be showin' 'em the dry cleaner's bill for the back o' me coat. And they accuse me of piracy...
