honez

Is that really one word? It is, according to dictionary.com. And it's on the internet so it's gotta be right.

Not necessarily, Termie. I now have a fear of heights and trampolines for, erm, a few reasons encountered in my youth.

From the article ... "Halifax Town have today finally confirmed that they are no longer a proffessional club, after being kicked out of the Conference." "It is the third consecutive season that Altrincham have been relegated only to be saved in the league by other clubs' fisfortunes." Not very proffessional.

Talk to the Dead. Whilst you've got them talking, ask Einstein about string theory. I'd be interested in his take on it. Also get the coordinates of Steve Fosset's aeroplane crash. I'd like to Google Earth it.

Sounds like your bedroom could do with some extra mirrors, sunshine. The messrs hellkat were quite pleased to discover my innocently efficacious placement of a seemingly-bland mirror in my bedroom wall-unit. A webcam might have been a better choice. So much pleasure for all those little boys out in Internetland.

I bet it took him by surprise too.

Give yourself an enema at a water park.

They should've been, but in this case it was actually dodgy lines at Carmarthen. Wow, I'd not heard of that incident. Sounds like it was pretty nasty. Thanks for that tidbit, OoO. Also, if you do know Andy Dibble well, pass on my apologies and disgust about his (and other) players not being paid whilst the Wrexham administration debacle was going on. I am so embarrased and angry about the absolute bastards that had control of the club at the time. I'd be very surprised if a certain ex-money man's knee caps aren't compression tested by a Wrexham Frontline baseball bat now that they've been relegated into the football badlands. That'd be such an awful shame.

I know this is not the picture association thread, but her chompers remind me of Billy Bob Teeth like these li'l beauties...

That's where you don't understand, honez. If the man 'doesn't even know the true nature of his job' but 'thinks he knows' but 'really knows nothing' and if the man asks questions which are with a 'lower case q' instead of something significant with a 'capital Q' and the man looks for answers which he expects to gather off insignificant questions, then he deserves answers which explain his magnitude. If the whole wide world honez, saw a subject a certain way 'and everybody knew what it was' but somebody comes along with questions that make the whole world look like an educated guess, shouldn't I make him appear as if he is some educated guess to the world? Q.E.D.

Neither. You stated that he cannot understand you, not that he cannot hear you. If he cannot understand you, then it is your communication that is at fault. If the man believes you to be insignificant and criticises you, being insignificant in a sarcastic voice will not change his opinion.

Aye, well, we robustly hound out those lacking a sense of humour! Let slip the slavering hellhounds onto the humourless hordes I say. Either that or unlock the catflap and let the hellkat out to do its business.

Do some online winkelen

Feel my pain. The once-mighty Wrexham will be fronting up against the likes of Histon, Forest Green, Grays Athletic, Ebbsfleet United, Crawley Town and Farsley Celtic next season. The only pain worse than seeing them go down will be losing to these teams (which they will if they play like they did this season.) Gulp.

This article "seems to have been produced for the sole purpose of disgusting and enthralling salacious 14-year-olds everywhere. It’s got giant squids, huge penises, and death by sex." Giant Squids Inject Selves with Semen, Die.

I hope that's not in the biblical sense.

I was going to make a smart ass comment about levels of sobriety as related to perceptions, blah, blah, but then I got curious. Here's your light reading for the evening. Do bubbles in Guinness go down? Do they sink down the glass in the Southern Hemisphere as well, or do they rise?? I can vouch that yes, they do indeed sink [down the glass] in the Southern Hemisphere. But, I am reliably informed, when vomited into a toilet, it disappears anticlockwise past the event horizon.

As Gordon Ramsey would say, "F**k me!" That looks something like 38 errors out of 52 words, give or take a few. You are outstanding. Any data with a signal-to-noise ratio like this (<30% by my reckoning) would be dumped by most communication systems as garbage.

As tasty as this sounds, unfortunately I was unable to follow the recipe, as my stove struggled to get my oil to the requisite 375 degrees C. This does seem to be a little on the warm side, seeing as it's past the melting point of zinc, close to the melting point of aluminium and I'd be unable to test whether I've reached it or not, due to the mercury in my thermometer having just boiled. Oh, hang on, those were in imperial US measurements... Now, if I could just find an online converter to tell me how long a US minute is. [geekalert] honez, honez, honez, I'm sorry to have to be a... now let me see what is the word I search, ah yes pedant, however the melting point of zinc is in fact a shade under 420 °C. Whilst erring on the side of pedantism, I feel it is my duty to clarify that the melting point of aluminium is ca. 660 °C. Of course this all depends on how we define close, if we are talking in relation to the melting point of tungsten then yes the mp of Al is close to that of the recipe! Ah, yes, quite correct Monoclinic. I must have confused my zinc saucepan with my Cadmium and Lead saute pan. It's about as much use as a chocolate saucepan at these temperatures (or even a Polonium one, with a spectacularly fine monoclinic crystalline structure). I thank you for pointing out my unforced error -- probably caused by the vapours off the mercury steam.

As tasty as this sounds, unfortunately I was unable to follow the recipe, as my stove struggled to get my oil to the requisite 375 degrees C. This does seem to be a little on the warm side, seeing as it's past the melting point of zinc, close to the melting point of aluminium and I'd be unable to test whether I've reached it or not, due to the mercury in my thermometer having just boiled. Oh, hang on, those were in imperial US measurements... Now, if I could just find an online converter to tell me how long a US minute is.