Fight Club Pub.

reply to post by MemoryShock

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Mr. Shock can you tell my esteemed opponent that I enjoy our intellectual tete a tete.
Wait how do you say tete in Welshish?

reply to post by MemoryShock

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Judging by how much you debaters drink, I figure I could make a small fortune selling these things around here. I will just have to get the specs and put some of these bad muthas together!

I believe the Welshish word for tete is "rugby". Got your helmet?

reply to post by TruthWithin

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bah
rugby players don't wear helmets.

or full body armour like those NFL pansies.

they bump heads for real
news.bbc.co.uk...

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The Haka:
Ringa pakia Uma tiraha! Turi whatia! Hope whai ake! Waewae takahia kia kino! Ka Mate! Ka Mate! Ka Ora! Ka Ora! Tenei te ta ngata puhuru huru! Nana nei i tiki mai! Whakawhiti te ra! A upane ka upane! A upane kaupane whiti te ra! Hi!!

The Meaning:
Slap the hands against the thighs! Puff out the chest! Bend the knees! Let the hip follow! Stamp the feet as hard as you can! It is death! It is death! It is life! It is life! This is the hairy person Who caused the sun to shine! Keep abreast! Keep abreast! The rank! Hold fast! Into the sun that shines!

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Nutters - and I played this in school and at college - til I got sense.

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reply to post by budski

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Liverpool supporter?
Bunch of merseyside trouts you are.
Go Chelsea!

Now where was I, oh yeah the Welsh, too many walls.

reply to post by schrodingers dog

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Don't you mean ChelSKI?

Checkbook champions, and can't usually manage that.

History and tradition boy, history and tradition

reply to post by budski

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CALM DOWN CALM DOWN!



First the Welsh
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Now the damn scousers!

reply to post by schrodingers dog

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Well don't have a go then

You would have to pick on welsh and scousers - is it perhaps glasgows turn next?

No can do, wife is from Renfrewshire, she WILL stab me, AGAIN!

reply to post by schrodingers dog

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So will scousers and welshmen

Can't win really - brits are nuts, and the irish are worse.

Now that round 2 is just about wrapping up I think that this song is appropriate here.

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The waiting is the hardest part!

Thank god I can edit in the pub

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reply to post by budski

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The Irish are indeed the worse, as far as I can tell anyway.
I can't understand a word they're saying.
Probably for the best.
And what's with the singing with THOSE PEOPLE?

reply to post by schrodingers dog

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Well, being of irish descent (father and mother) but being raised in the north west of england, the only excuse I can think of is that we like to have a good time.

And a good time includes music

And music includes singing

HEY!!!!!!!!!

Ait's The Luock o' thee Eyerash, Ait Ais...yay, caan't meass withe thate!!

reply to post by MemoryShock

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Sunday Bloody Sunday. What a great song. It really encapsulates the frustration of a Sunday, doesn't it? You wake up in the morning, you've got to read all the Sunday papers, the kids are running round, you've got to mow the lawn, wash the car, and you just think 'Sunday, bloody Sunday!'.

Potato Famine: At the end of the day, they will pay the price for being a fussy eater. If they could afford to emigrate, they could afford to eat at a modest restaurant.

Alan Partridge.





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reply to post by schrodingers dog

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Yes.

They could have the spare ribs.

What were they thinking

I don't think you understand what it means to be Irish...(granted, my ancestors are Irish; I live in the Colonies).

At any rate, Sunday, you wake up to the realization that there are many things that could use taking care of, look to the kitchen to find a mostly empty box of cereal (there is, however, enough for a quarter of a bowl...a small bowl), sigh a reflief because there is no milk any way and then head on outside to pickup the newspaper (in this case, ATS). After reading the headlines, you realize that something is missing...and walk to the pantry to grab the Bushmills (in this case, Bacardi Gold). You pour a double shot (because it is Bloody Sunday; IRA be damned) and fight back the regurgitative reflex while chasing with orange juice (which should have been Coke and then milk, but you are out of both). You then make a mental note of all the tasks that need accomplishing and realize that they will indeed be there tomorrow and the world won't end in the interim.

Seven double shots later and a bunch of semi coherent newspaper interpretations (in this case, ATS posts) and you get up to visit the privy only to trip on the chair and hit your noggin slightly on the desk, which results in a slight cut, invoking an out of context statement meant to be clever, "Sunday, bloody *%&%^ Sunday,"...

This is not a true story...but it some how seems more accurate than your picket fence portrayel..

Just another day living the dream, huh? Seems appropriate. Who says we need to all agree to be comfortable?

[uote]Originally posted by Ian McLean
Just another day living the dream, huh? Seems appropriate. Who says we need to all agree to be comfortable?

Hey maria_stardust should get all the time she needs to finish the debate and we should all drink to her safety from Hurricane Ike!!!