I can pinpoint the day you changed....    was proud of you...  

Oh, you're right.  Because leaving would have been the same old same old.

Drama? Shit Stirring? Frustration? Bruised Egos? On Wincustomize? Say it ain't so...

yeah like the  same ole same ole snipes you take at people  it gets old quick.

you illiterate FUCK what part of 50% dont you understand?

I always had a soft spot for Phoon and still do.... he's one of the more entertaining members here and he has a great sense of humour that often tickles my funny bone...

I noticed... tho sometimes you're just too good.  The old Phoon was a tad more rauccuous and irreverent.  I miss that.... your knowing how to be perfectly vulgar at just the right time.... planting your tongue in cheek when shit was getting waaay too serious.

....still digging it.....  [ok, so it's an old joke]

Like the one....'a car screamed round the corner narrowly missing a policeman...so it went round the block again to have another go....."

Boom...boom....

"The taxi pulled up with a jerk.  The jerk got out and I got in...."

Like the bloke who crashed into a pole. 

A bystander asks: "Have an accident?"  

"No thanks," replies the drive: "I just had one!"

Or the bloke who fell 20 storeys and lands with an almighty thud

A copper walks up and asks: "Hello, hello, hello, what's 'appened 'ere, then?"

"How the hell would I know," responds the bloke: "I just got 'ere meself!" 

Quasimodo had been working at Notre Dame for several years without taking even one day off. He finally decided he needed a vacation. He spoke to the bishop at Notre Dame and asked for two weeks off. The bishop agreed on one condition - Quasimodo had to find someone to replace him for the two weeks he would be gone. Quasimodo agreed and put an ad in the paper for a bell ringer.

The next day, his doorbell rang. Quasimodo answered it and there was a man standing there with no arms. Quasimodo said, "Can I help you?" The man answered, "I'm here about the position of bell ringer."

Quasimodo looked at the man and said, "Are you crazy? You don't have any arms. You can't ring bells!"

The man replied, "I use my face. I come from a long line of bell ringers and none of us has arms. We are excellent bell ringers." Quasimodo was curious, so he said, "Let's see how you do," and he took the man up to the bell tower. He pointed at the biggest bell. "Ok, go ahead and show me what you can do."

The man took a running start and raced over to the bell, hitting it with his face. The bell rang beautifully. It was almost as good as Quasimodo's bell ringing. Quasimodo was impressed. "Ok, let's see how you do with the other bells." They went over to the smallest bell. "Go ahead, show me what you've got."

Again, the man took a running start and launched himself at the bell. He missed and went right out the window and fell to the street below, dying instantly.

Quasimodo raced down the stairs and out into the street. A policeman walked up to him and said, "Do you know who this man is?" Quasimodo shook his head. "No, I don't, but his face rings a bell."

The next day, Quasimodo's doorbell rang again. He answered and there stood another man with no arms. "Can I help you?" Quasimodo asked.

"Yes. My brother was here yesterday to apply for the position of bell ringer. Since he has died, I am here to apply for the position in his place."

Quasimodo shook his head. "No, I don't think that's a good idea. You know what happened to your brother."

"Yes," the man said. "I do and that's why I'm here. It's a matter of family honor. I must redeem our family's good name and take my brother's place."

"Ok, let's go to the tower and you can show me what you can do." Quasimodo took the man up to the bell tower and pointed toward the biggest bell. "Go ahead." Just as his brother had, the man launched himself at the bell and struck it with his face. It rang clean and sweet, almost as good as when Quasimodo rang it.

Quasimodo took the man over to the smallest bell. "Ok, try this one." Again, the man raced toward the bell, and just like his brother had, he missed the bell and fell out the window to his death on the street below.

Quasimodo raced down to the street. The same policeman ran up to him. "Quasimodo, tell me you know who this guy is!"

Quasimodo replied, "No, I didn't get his name, but he's a dead ringer for his brother."

I'll save my response for when I can see the screen better. Glare and all that. Ha ha...bells. Oh boy.

Vampy, I'll miss you the 50% of the time your gone... But ya gotta do what's best for you.

And don't let the shit-talking idiots bother you

Nicely diffused Paul

I am NOT and ANIMAL!!!

I talk shit for 50% of the time..... and speak crap the rest of the time.

that's cool

but that's on account of coming from a long line of wanabe comedians and verbal diahorrea running in the family.... running.... get it....running.

Phoon....who said you could post my portrait?

But can you fart the alphabet without .. "burping something up/out" in the process? Now THAT is talent my friend.

Jafo.. I thought it was an implied consent

I believe that's a personal attack.  You stupid bitch.