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don't be ridiculous

where's Steve Hunt?

i dip my (usually the right) hand in warm/hot water. I've been training myself for years to associate dipping my right hand in water with having a dump. It now comes in really handy if I've got a night out planned and can feel a shit developing but not quite ready to drop. If I'm in a hurry I...

- "What are the options?" - "Not at all ; to some extent; very much so; don't know." "Don't know"

I'm sure with a bit of 'editing' the foam hand might continue to provide some value after the final too. (edit - great minds Otis)

Robins flew the nest once before, and I'm not sure Jackett would fit.

or perhaps a suicide bomb whilst in the board room?

oh no, not Andy Thorn again!

no, hes still in the river I think.

Every day at lunchtime I take a mile long circular walk from work, taking me over a bridge that crosses a small steam. I always lean over the side of the bridge and stare into the stream looking for fish. I tell myself that if I do spot a fish then City will win that weekend/evening, depending...

isn't that called 'miming'?

It's in the papers - it ain't trash, SISUs spending all their cash, He ate so much he got so fat, And if he scores I'll eat my hat. Yakity-Yak - Yakubu's back!

surely if you're in London all the time you don't actually need a ticket?

are you normally invisible then?

you could get into a nasty feedback loop there - i.e. physically shit yourself = 15 press-ups = physically shit yourself etc...

best to keep your options open in your situation.

would you like to buy my house and not live in it?