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Quote by MISSCHIEF
Your life will never be the same again now Dave!
your soooo right I've never had squeeky teeth before........it really does work ....chew some wool and my teeth squeek
That must be why they dont leave the skin on sheep like they do on chicken.....we would hear everyone who had lamb in a restuarant squeeking..........yyyyuukkkk!!!
Sex God
Quote by MISSCHIEF
Dave, tis anything woolly - although never seen it done to a sheep, but sure it would have the same effect.
Now go and find yourself yours or Mrs Davejs wooliest item - not her best cashmere, for crying out loud!Then sit yourself down, don't do it standing cos your legs might give out. Right, now shove a load of it in your mouth!!
EEwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww disgusting!!!!!
Dunno what its done to you, but I'm running round me front room here, with me toes curled up to the heal. The wool absorbs every drop of moisture in your mouth Ok now chew the woolly item, rub it between your teeth and it squeaks ewwwwwwwwwwww
There see what I mean! Now you can go back to your rhubarb leaf and never do it again!
MissChief - Teeth in agony and toes curled permanently
Out of interest does someone chewing cotton wool have the same effect?
Sex God
Okay - well here goes...........
First of all WELCMOE BACK SAPPHO :inlove: :happy:
I know I have had her virtually to myself for the last few weeks but it is lovely to see her back in the cafe!! :love:
Right, as for phobias. The only REALLY dreadful fear I have is one that has already been mentioned a lot on here. Our hideous eight legged friends the arachnids. Yep - spiders :eeek:
I am normally very placid and, generally speaking, love all living creatures. But show me a spider (anything larger than half an inch will do) and I lose it completely. I leap about and will do anything to avoid them. Throwing small children into their path is a favourite!
If I find one in the house then it HAS to die. If I put it outside then I KNOW that the devious little b*st**d will come back looking for me (probably with several mates armed with pickaxe handles! :shock: ). If I leave the room to find something heavy to squish it with and, when I come back, it has gone I become almost possessed. I will move furniture around and not rest until I have found it and killed it. That way you know where they are :twisted:
The other phobia is a little bit stranger. Buttons! :shock: :eeek: I can put up with them when they are attached to something (though even then they are not my favourite things) but once they are loose!!!! :shock: Horrible! My mother thinks that, when I was extremely small, I got into trouble for putting a button in my mouth! The very thought of it is making me wretch right now! Funny how these things stay with you!
That's it really.
Will
SO glad to see Sappho back :inlove:
First of all WELCMOE BACK SAPPHO :inlove: :happy:
I know I have had her virtually to myself for the last few weeks but it is lovely to see her back in the cafe!! :love:
Right, as for phobias. The only REALLY dreadful fear I have is one that has already been mentioned a lot on here. Our hideous eight legged friends the arachnids. Yep - spiders :eeek:
I am normally very placid and, generally speaking, love all living creatures. But show me a spider (anything larger than half an inch will do) and I lose it completely. I leap about and will do anything to avoid them. Throwing small children into their path is a favourite!
If I find one in the house then it HAS to die. If I put it outside then I KNOW that the devious little b*st**d will come back looking for me (probably with several mates armed with pickaxe handles! :shock: ). If I leave the room to find something heavy to squish it with and, when I come back, it has gone I become almost possessed. I will move furniture around and not rest until I have found it and killed it. That way you know where they are :twisted:
The other phobia is a little bit stranger. Buttons! :shock: :eeek: I can put up with them when they are attached to something (though even then they are not my favourite things) but once they are loose!!!! :shock: Horrible! My mother thinks that, when I was extremely small, I got into trouble for putting a button in my mouth! The very thought of it is making me wretch right now! Funny how these things stay with you!
That's it really.
Will
SO glad to see Sappho back :inlove:
Sex God
Quote by Sappho
At the risk of hijacking my own thread...
Thank youto everyone for their 'welcome backs' and hellos. I was so afraid nobody would notice!
Sappho xxx
And congrats on reaching a thousand. (You don't look a day over 23 ;-) )
:worship: :worship: 
Sex God
I hate thunderstorms - and it looks as though we might be in for one tonight :cry:
Before anyone makes fun of me let me say that I like to see spiders, as they help to keep the place free of flies. Whenever I find a spider trapped in the bath I rescue it very carefully and release it back on the floor...
Mike.
Before anyone makes fun of me let me say that I like to see spiders, as they help to keep the place free of flies. Whenever I find a spider trapped in the bath I rescue it very carefully and release it back on the floor...
Mike.
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Quote by RSAB2
:uhoh: spiders!
Mrs RSAB2 xxx
Seconds that! Horrible things. I once was involved in an armed robbery....meaning I was the victim, working at a shop during college. A guy came in, late 30's pointed his Glock at me and demanded all our money in the till and cigs. Now, I was pretty cool about it, I mean, I kept my composure, warned him that another member of staff was on her break in the back room in case he heard any noises. I was co-operative, begging him to stay calm and in the process he could leave with what ever he wanted and reassuring him I wasn't going to try and stop him, in the process nearly breaking a finger pressing our silent alarm.
Now the oddest thing was, even though he had a hand gun pointed at me, I was ok. That's until he left and the police hadn't arrived yet. I bawled as I locked the door and then fainted.
Now, if he had thrown a spider at me...............it would have gone so horribly wrong, LOL
Silky xxx
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Quote by MISSCHIEF:rotflmao: :rotflmao: :rotflmao:
Bluddy awful thing to go through :therethere: but sorry, couldn't help laughing at the spider bit :lol2:
Tis true! I wish there was a way to stop the wretching fear of the little 8 legged bastards, but I just leave them under a glass for G to deal with when he gets home. Thats unless I've not hoovered it up first and left the hoover on for several hours to make sure the creature from hell is dead.
Sex God
Quote by MISSCHIEF:laughabove: :rotflmao: :laughabove: :rotflmao: :laughabove: :rotflmao: :laughabove: :rotflmao:
I make the kids hoover the blighters up! I yell at them from the safety of the top of the stairs, to stop being such wusses and it won't hurt them etc
Too true innit!?
Sex God
< a yorkshire tale of terror, in a kinda "when i we're a lad in a mining village" stylee . . . for about as long as i can keep it up and still make some kinda sense to speakers of southern dialects anyway ;-) >
when i we're nowt but a nipper, and t'pit we're still oppen, and t'old railway track that ran darn to t'pit we're still there, rustin' away, t'council decided to pull up all t'track and t'sidings and razed t'fields and chopped t'tree's down, to stick a few more houses on t'land. . . . that's enough of all t'ting btw . . .
those of us who lived near t'pit we're inundated one long hot mid 70's summer by, oh, about a million longtails, who had previously lived and bred happily for years down among the railway sleepers and canal banks, but which we're now all seemingly living in our garden under t'shed! ( longtails are like mice, but bigger, with bigger, sharper teeth and longer, slinkier tails. it rhymes wi' cats anyway, and they must never, ever be named! ) our garden was about 3-400 feet square, given over to tasty fresh veggies and stuff, whereas the neighbours had a beatifully attractive, rubbish strewn, wilderness, ideal for the little beastie's breeding / bedding / less savoury dietary habits etc . . . . the breeding power of the proverbial fly was as naught next to their prodigious mating!
the council decided it weren't too much of a problem, and put down mountains of ra . . . i mean longtail, poison, which somehow worked by inflating the long .... oh ffs, the rats, to about the size and shape of a football, and they then used to waddle about the garden, zombie fashion, till they dropped dead, no doubt from some kind of internal explosion thingie.
it was a drought year, 75 or 76, it was hideously hot, there we're stiff, rattish footballs just lying there all over the place, and the council, inundated with yer "actual live rat in me 'ouse" type complaint, weren't exactly in any great rush to remove 1 or 2 ( dozen ! ) dead ones from amongst the cabbages and carrots, and so i spent the whole summer locked in the house, and was a uniquely greyish-blue colour when i finally returned to school after the hols.
i have loathed, almost to the point of abject terror, that which must never be named, even in jest, ever since. to the so-called new "country park" down by the canal made out of derelict pits and old railway sidings and slag heaps , means there's still rather a lot of 'em about! me cat left one at foot of my stairs the other day. it was fortunately already dead, cos lord knows what state the house ( and rat, and me ! ) would have been in if it had dared so much as twitch a beady little eye at me!
evil, hideous, diseased little feckers. i mean, what's the point of 'em, except to be scary and terrorise the innocent?
neil x x x ;-)
when i we're nowt but a nipper, and t'pit we're still oppen, and t'old railway track that ran darn to t'pit we're still there, rustin' away, t'council decided to pull up all t'track and t'sidings and razed t'fields and chopped t'tree's down, to stick a few more houses on t'land. . . . that's enough of all t'ting btw . . .
those of us who lived near t'pit we're inundated one long hot mid 70's summer by, oh, about a million longtails, who had previously lived and bred happily for years down among the railway sleepers and canal banks, but which we're now all seemingly living in our garden under t'shed! ( longtails are like mice, but bigger, with bigger, sharper teeth and longer, slinkier tails. it rhymes wi' cats anyway, and they must never, ever be named! ) our garden was about 3-400 feet square, given over to tasty fresh veggies and stuff, whereas the neighbours had a beatifully attractive, rubbish strewn, wilderness, ideal for the little beastie's breeding / bedding / less savoury dietary habits etc . . . . the breeding power of the proverbial fly was as naught next to their prodigious mating!
the council decided it weren't too much of a problem, and put down mountains of ra . . . i mean longtail, poison, which somehow worked by inflating the long .... oh ffs, the rats, to about the size and shape of a football, and they then used to waddle about the garden, zombie fashion, till they dropped dead, no doubt from some kind of internal explosion thingie.
it was a drought year, 75 or 76, it was hideously hot, there we're stiff, rattish footballs just lying there all over the place, and the council, inundated with yer "actual live rat in me 'ouse" type complaint, weren't exactly in any great rush to remove 1 or 2 ( dozen ! ) dead ones from amongst the cabbages and carrots, and so i spent the whole summer locked in the house, and was a uniquely greyish-blue colour when i finally returned to school after the hols.
i have loathed, almost to the point of abject terror, that which must never be named, even in jest, ever since. to the so-called new "country park" down by the canal made out of derelict pits and old railway sidings and slag heaps , means there's still rather a lot of 'em about! me cat left one at foot of my stairs the other day. it was fortunately already dead, cos lord knows what state the house ( and rat, and me ! ) would have been in if it had dared so much as twitch a beady little eye at me!
evil, hideous, diseased little feckers. i mean, what's the point of 'em, except to be scary and terrorise the innocent?
neil x x x ;-)
The only couple of things I think I would class as phobias are
1. Fingernails on a blackboard
2. Slugs & Snails (I still shudder when I remember standing on a slug in my barefeet)
But those are not importatnt....
What is most important is to say a
GREAT
BIG
WELCOME
BACK
to Sappho and Will!
Big Hugs!
1. Fingernails on a blackboard
2. Slugs & Snails (I still shudder when I remember standing on a slug in my barefeet)
But those are not importatnt....
What is most important is to say a
GREAT
BIG
WELCOME
BACK
to Sappho and Will!
Big Hugs!
Sex God
Quote by neilinleeds
< a yorkshire tale of terror, in a kinda "when i we're a lad in a mining village" stylee . . . for about as long as i can keep it up and still make some kinda sense to speakers of southern dialects anyway ;-) >
when i we're nowt but a nipper, and t'pit we're still oppen, and t'old railway track that ran darn to t'pit we're still there, rustin' away, t'council decided to pull up all t'track and t'sidings and razed t'fields and chopped t'tree's down, to stick a few more houses on t'land. . . . that's enough of all t'ting btw . . .
those of us who lived near t'pit we're inundated one long hot mid 70's summer by, oh, about a million longtails, who had previously lived and bred happily for years down among the railway sleepers and canal banks, but which we're now all seemingly living in our garden under t'shed! ( longtails are like mice, but bigger, with bigger, sharper teeth and longer, slinkier tails. it rhymes wi' cats anyway, and they must never, ever be named! ) our garden was about 3-400 feet square, given over to tasty fresh veggies and stuff, whereas the neighbours had a beatifully attractive, rubbish strewn, wilderness, ideal for the little beastie's breeding / bedding / less savoury dietary habits etc . . . . the breeding power of the proverbial fly was as naught next to their prodigious mating!
the council decided it weren't too much of a problem, and put down mountains of ra . . . i mean longtail, poison, which somehow worked by inflating the long .... oh ffs, the rats, to about the size and shape of a football, and they then used to waddle about the garden, zombie fashion, till they dropped dead, no doubt from some kind of internal explosion thingie.
it was a drought year, 75 or 76, it was hideously hot, there we're stiff, rattish footballs just lying there all over the place, and the council, inundated with yer "actual live rat in me 'ouse" type complaint, weren't exactly in any great rush to remove 1 or 2 ( dozen ! ) dead ones from amongst the cabbages and carrots, and so i spent the whole summer locked in the house, and was a uniquely greyish-blue colour when i finally returned to school after the hols.
i have loathed, almost to the point of abject terror, that which must never be named, even in jest, ever since. to the so-called new "country park" down by the canal made out of derelict pits and old railway sidings and slag heaps , means there's still rather a lot of 'em about! me cat left one at foot of my stairs the other day. it was fortunately already dead, cos lord knows what state the house ( and rat, and me ! ) would have been in if it had dared so much as twitch a beady little eye at me!
evil, hideous, diseased little feckers. i mean, what's the point of 'em, except to be scary and terrorise the innocent?
neil x x x ;-)
I hate to laugh at your terrifying ordeal, but I must confess that I did. To make it up to you, I hear by vow never to mention the word that rhymes with cats in your presence! Ever
Sex God
I'm frightened of falling from heights.
Heights on their own don't bother me half as much as the thought of falling from that distance!
I don't think I could ever hurl myself out of a plane or bungee jump etc.
Saving my pennies up or the munch collection!
Give me a spider to catch and set free anyday of the week!
Heights on their own don't bother me half as much as the thought of falling from that distance!
I don't think I could ever hurl myself out of a plane or bungee jump etc.
Saving my pennies up or the munch collection!
Give me a spider to catch and set free anyday of the week!
Sex God
What about those spidery ones that fly....yes there the one's, bloody Daddy Longlegs.....hideous things, no sense of direction or purpose bump into everything and anything..... Jeez if anything ever needed the insect equivalent of a guide dog, then its them fLuckers....I'm gonna start saving silver paper to buy and train a guide Ant for em so they dont keep bumping into me.
Sex God
FFS. You know it's one of those things you get innit. Tricks of the memory. All of a sudden you think you see something from the past so vivdly that you'd swear it was real.
D'you know I'd have sworn I saw a post from that fella' ---.... what's 'is name ... oh shit - you know his name ... eerrr / yup that's it Kinky Lizard from the Planet Kinky. Remember him? Still I won't bother to check 'cos I know it's me mind playing tricks.
I don't care that this is a hi-jack - I reserve the right and it's too important.
D'you know I'd have sworn I saw a post from that fella' ---.... what's 'is name ... oh shit - you know his name ... eerrr / yup that's it Kinky Lizard from the Planet Kinky. Remember him? Still I won't bother to check 'cos I know it's me mind playing tricks.
I don't care that this is a hi-jack - I reserve the right and it's too important.
Quote by fem_manc-cpl
I'm frightened of falling from heights.
Heights on their own don't bother me half as much as the thought of falling from that distance!
I don't think I could ever hurl myself out of a plane or bungee jump etc.
Saving my pennies up or the munch collection!
Give me a spider to catch and set free anyday of the week!
Fem - I am totally with you on this one. Heights don't bother me and I can happily lean over a balcony and admire the view. I plan to celebrate my fortieth with a hot air balloon ride and I'll climb the ladder up to the loft or to paint a ceiling - but the idea of stepping out on to thin air makes me feel nauseous and weak-kneed just thinking about it. (In this instance aversion therapy is not an option!)
Sappho xxx
