RobMc

EX And one of the two fckrs who caused it asked to be forgiven today

OMG what have I done ??? I can only apologise for posting under the joke forum, this was unintentional, I now realise that some sad fckrs here have zero sense of humour, and WILL be offended. In way of making up I'll post a graph of the current interest rate rise over the past hour and a breakdown of todays blue chip gains. So so so so sorry for trying to make you laugh, I'm trying believe me, I haven't smiled all day LMFAO

It isn't often he's sober but the old boy made it through to the final selection for science with two other candidates, fingers crossed for him :- The 1st candidate showed proof that humans were definitely from a genus evolving from Africa The 2nd candidate showed proof that radio waves could be bent through time and space The big moment Up steps our very own Budman, he makes his way to the stage in front of the committee, unsteadily grasping the table he brings from his top pocket an old matchbox. Opening the matchbox there is a scream from the ladies present as a large hairy spider emerges, he places the spider on the table :- 'Walk forward' he says, and the spider walks forward 'Stop' he says and the spider stops 'Walk backwards' he says and the spider walks backwards The committee are amazed, picking the spider up Budman pulls off all it's left legs, one of the women faints, he places it back on the table 'Go clockwise' he says, the spider goes clockwise 'Go anticlockwise' he says, the spider goes anti clockwise Picking it up again he pulls off the remainder of it's legs and places it back on the table 'Walk forward' he says - nothing 'Walk backward' he says - nothing 'Go clockwise' he says - nothing 'Go anticlockwise' he says - nothing He glances at the committee, and what does that prove? asks the chairman Proudly Budman faces them and says - ' It proves that when you pull all the legs off a spider they go deaf' Strike a new medal Rockape it's in the bag

Thanks MtDeW, may the fleas in your armpits never migrate to your crotch ps Some in these forums hate old Rob, I worry about my future, the times I've sobbed myself to sleep (laughing). I sincerely hope they don't use these subtle British insults before getting Rob to explain them first?

So she's still falling for your old chat up line ? 'Lets go down this track and I'll show you my snake' That's a beautiful snake, bet you picked it up?

Trans cheerleader removed from camp after ‘choking teammate’ who called her 'a man with a penis’ (gbnews.uk) Was rolling around laughing :- 'after reportedly choking a teammate who told her that she was “a man with a penis”. Wow must have been a big one ????? Linda Lovelace special

Goddam the pusher (Steppenwolf)

Yep, change the oil every 6000 miles, and a diesel will easily do 250,000 and a petrol 150,000 miles with no problems. Other bits are just straight mechanical replacement or wear, as we all know rust is the enemy I live near the coast and by 20 years my cars are starting with tin rot, so off they go. If you live in California a car should last a lifetime, if you service, and change all fluids.

I've done exactly the same as you all my life, buying low mileage 1-2 year old vehicles (around 50-60% of new cost) and running them as long as possible. Secret is to run at least 3 in a family so if one is down and being repaired you're still mobile. In general I get around 20 years averaging costs of about £1000 per year, I sell them as 'classics' at 20 years, sometimes getting back more than I paid for them.

There once was a monastery that was very strict. Following a vow of silence, no one was allowed to speak at all. But there was one exception to this rule. Every ten years, the monks were permitted to speak just two words. After spending his first ten years at the monastery, one monk went to the head monk. "It has been ten years," said the head monk. "What are the two words you would like to speak?" "Bed... hard..." said the monk. "I see," replied the head monk, we'll give you a new mattress Ten years later, the monk returned to the head monk's office. "It has been ten more years," said the head monk. "What are the two words you would like to speak?" "Food... cold..." said the monk. "I see," replied the head monk, I'll make sure you get it warm Yet another ten years passed and the monk once again met with the head monk who asked, "What are your two words now, after these ten years?" "I... quit!" said the monk. "Well, I can see why," replied the head monk. "All you ever do is complain."

I'll stay quiet lest I offend one of our snowflakes, but it is tempting

They never recover, isn't that true Pia and Dot ?? Where you been buddy, thought you'd hibernated with those bears in your woods? you still stalking snakes?

I can supply unlimited Bullshit

All caught on barbless hooks and all go back as unharmed as possible, the net is knotless, I land them on a cushioned unhooking mat and return them asap after letting them recover in the water, nature is precious.

Pike season opened today on my local lake, poor photo but 1st cast got this one on a lure hit it as soon as it sunk, ended up with 4, best one 10lbs

Their hatred of me might be a cultural thing, not because I'm a cunt, after all there is a language barrier where words and sayings mean totally different things, i.e. the old saying 'To smoke a fag' UK - to have a cigarette USA - to murder a homosexual Whatever I'm still a cunt

Me mowing the lawn (been a dry year) digging out the wide angle lens for the veg patch now

Now how many years now have I been telling you all I'm a cunt ! Does anyone ever listen ? Oh no

Sally is too nice to be in a cage (hmm? hold on a second )

That's a lovely green frock and matching hat in your picture Bio, must go down a treat in Danny's bar Antwerp. Don't bend down to pick that coin glued to the floor now

Explains the 2 minutes while he removed his pants, perhaps it was the Moose that was 'hot ?' ( Bar chart from Budman )

A convoy of Chinooks from a brewery 1 mile away would struggle (smiley replaced by graph demonstrating that struggle )

Don't worry I'll never change my friend, how did the Moose hunt go?, haven't seen anything

UPDATE As my new buddy seems to get excited about markets, shares and bonds etc it dawned on me that today Friday it was market day at a local town. Filled with foreboding I kicked the scooter into overdrive (8 mph – beam me up spotty), and in only an hour or two arrived full of trepidation and inquisitiveness. What was I getting into here I wondered, however my buddy seemed to know all about markets, I’m sure he knows what he’s talking about?, he makes a living in them, he’s not an idiot? The square was packed, both with stalls and people, ah ha! these must be the traders I thought so approaching the first one I stared at him, and he stared back. He doesn’t look very rich I thought, as the rain ran off his nose (I think it was rain), his Ferrari must be in for a service as in the background was a battered Ford transit. ‘Can I help you?’ he growled over the top of his onions. ‘Yes’ I replied, ‘do you make a living trading in the markets’ I asked? There was a silence, during which he looked like one of his beetroots, ‘Why the fuck do you think I’m standing here in the pissing rain’ he replied (these traders weren’t eloquent as I’d learnt from my new buddy). ‘Oh good’ I replied could you answer some questions?. ‘Listen if it’s artichokes from Egypt flown in this morning on an Albatross you’re after, try Marks and Spencers, I sell farm produce’. A light went on in my head, ah? Farm produce eh? Do you sell shares?, ‘no’ he replied, but I sell shallots. Puzzled I went on to question two, ‘What about bonds’?, he looked at me smiled and winked, ‘ah! You want Mary Jayne on the leather stall’, I filed that for later, this wasn’t going how I’d expected. ‘My buddy in the USA says there’s going to be a crash in the market’, I said. ‘How the fuck is that ?’ he replied, ‘the police and council have shut off the roads into the square’. By now I was getting desperate – ‘what about short trading’ I asked, ‘Oh they went bankrupt after covid’ he replied. The world I knew was not making sense, not a graph or chart to be seen, only chickens, veg and vape stalls, this was not a world of glamour, no the wonder my buddy is grumpy. To cap it all he handed me a cauliflower ‘Here have this free, now fuck off and leave me to earn a living’. Wonder where he keeps his Lear jet?

Outside chance but I did read this somewhere, I don't think the Steam version has Punkbuster (I know you don't need it) check. If it isn't there try downloading add WAW to punkbuster and tick box in game, I'm sure this cured a similar problem for someone, but this is clutching at straws. The original WAW was built to work with Punkbuster and may not work if it's not present, but I'm no expert