The Random Thread of Random Things Posted Randomly

[Bjornebye]

Michael J Fox and Huey Lewis on the set of Back to the Future 

 

[Dougie Do'ins]

Does anyone know if the Bitcoin man is dead ? I've not had a email from him since the lockdown started.

[Rushies tash]

15th wedding anniversary. Still acting like a couple of teenagers.

 

That is all.

[Bjornebye]

I've just had a chicken & mushroom pot noodle with the most perfect water ratio ever. It was fucking lovely. 

 

 

 

 

It was a king one as well. 

[Elite]

7 minutes ago, Bjornebye said:

I've just had a chicken & mushroom pot noodle with the most perfect water ratio ever. It was fucking lovely. 

 

 

 

 

It was a king one as well. 

 

[Bjornebye]

"Honey I Just Got Digged"

 

 

https://nypost.com/2020/10/02/man-67-punched-in-random-upper-west-side-attack/?utm_campaign=iphone_nyp&utm_source=facebook_app&fbclid=IwAR202vC8wd4OGPTdkHEJ4ICZlefJmS0uqXNRA_XLws0Z7OS306uE-1-3hd4

 

Why would you hit Rick Moranis? 

[Babb'sBurstNad]

Did some Christmas shopping today and, upon popping to the gents, I fear I may have stumbled into some kind of clandestine meeting. Still not sure if it was drug or bum related.

 

The chap standing right behind the door probably should've aroused my suspicions, but I pushed past. Like a scene from a western when the gunslinger moseys into the wrong saloon and the piano playing and chatter stops, I stood there like a lemon, surrounded by six or so men in a loo built for four in a pinch.

 

The two by the stalls with backpacks I could've written off as homeless; not so the jogger at the urinal with his trousers hoist to unceremoniously leave his crack hanging out; or his sunglasses sporting wingman drinking lager with his flies open; by the time I noticed the two clean shaven estate agent types casually leaning against the dryer my spidey-sense was tingling. Time for a tactical retreat.

 

After waiting five minutes outside, they started filing out one by one, avoiding eye contact, but in reasonable spirits nonetheless. Unfortunately, the fella drinking still had his cock in his hands and had made no pissing progress at the urinal. Still not sure what exactly I saw, or why, but it all ended with someone trying to push into my stall and me shouting "Ocupado!" at them.

 

Leaving, I bumped into the gilet-garbed estate agent type making a return visit. Maybe he dropped his keys.

[Bjornebye]

6 minutes ago, Babb'sBurstNad said:

Did some Christmas shopping today and, upon popping to the gents, I fear I may have stumbled into some kind of clandestine meeting. Still not sure if it was drug or bum related.

 

The chap standing right behind the door probably should've aroused my suspicions, but I pushed past. Like a scene from a western when the gunslinger moseys into the wrong saloon and the piano playing and chatter stops, I stood there like a lemon, surrounded by six or so men in a loo built for four in a pinch.

 

The two by the stalls with backpacks I could've written off as homeless; not so the jogger at the urinal with his trousers hoist to unceremoniously leave his crack hanging out; or his sunglasses sporting wingman drinking lager with his flies open; by the time I noticed the two clean shaven estate agent types casually leaning against the dryer my spidey-sense was tingling. Time for a tactical retreat.

 

After waiting five minutes outside, they started filing out one by one, avoiding eye contact, but in reasonable spirits nonetheless. Unfortunately, the fella drinking still had his cock in his hands and had made no pissing progress at the urinal. Still not sure what exactly I saw, or why, but it all ended with someone trying to push into my stall and me shouting "Ocupado!" at them.

 

Leaving, I bumped into the gilet-garbed estate agent type making a return visit. Maybe he dropped his keys.

Don't worry mate as soon as you left .....

 

 

 

[Dr Nowt]

11 minutes ago, Babb'sBurstNad said:

Did some Christmas shopping today and, upon popping to the gents, I fear I may have stumbled into some kind of clandestine meeting. Still not sure if it was drug or bum related.

 

The chap standing right behind the door probably should've aroused my suspicions, but I pushed past. Like a scene from a western when the gunslinger moseys into the wrong saloon and the piano playing and chatter stops, I stood there like a lemon, surrounded by six or so men in a loo built for four in a pinch.

 

The two by the stalls with backpacks I could've written off as homeless; not so the jogger at the urinal with his trousers hoist to unceremoniously leave his crack hanging out; or his sunglasses sporting wingman drinking lager with his flies open; by the time I noticed the two clean shaven estate agent types casually leaning against the dryer my spidey-sense was tingling. Time for a tactical retreat.

 

After waiting five minutes outside, they started filing out one by one, avoiding eye contact, but in reasonable spirits nonetheless. Unfortunately, the fella drinking still had his cock in his hands and had made no pissing progress at the urinal. Still not sure what exactly I saw, or why, but it all ended with someone trying to push into my stall and me shouting "Ocupado!" at them.

 

Leaving, I bumped into the gilet-garbed estate agent type making a return visit. Maybe he dropped his keys.

 

[Babb'sBurstNad]

Not so sure it was bum related, as surely with my facial hair I'd have been welcomed.