I have absolutely no respect for these modern day doom merchants. what's happened to the good old fashioned nutters who used to walk up and down the high street wearing sandwich boards telling us the end is nigh. we could have a good laugh at them one time, doesn't seem the same on the web. there not not in the same class as all the past nutters who worked tirelessly to give us a good laugh.
Ahhh, makes me think of Stanley Green. I saw him quite a few times on Oxford Street in the 80s, though he was more worried about lust than Armageddon.
I've noticed it's often middle-aged men who worry the world is coming to an end – I think because they get the approaching prospect of their own small demise confused with The End of the Universe. After all, they can't just die and the world carry on blithely as if nothing had happened, can they? Not them. When they go there must be tornadoes and earthquakes and rains of fire in heaven, leaving the world in ruins. Nothing else befits such a loss.
Ahhh, makes me think of Stanley Green. I saw him quite a few times on Oxford Street in the 80s, though he was more worried about lust than Armageddon.
I've noticed it's often middle-aged men who worry the world is coming to an end – I think because they get the approaching prospect of their own small demise confused with The End of the Universe. After all, they can't just die and the world carry on blithely as if nothing had happened, can they? Not them. When they go there must be tornadoes and earthquakes and rains of fire in heaven, leaving the world in ruins. Nothing else befits such a loss.
so i robbed that bank ,,,, banged them ho's without protection ,,,, called my boss a cock ,,,, slapped my mother in law ,,,, and drank that bottle of champagne id'e been saving for nowt then ?
so i robbed that bank ,,,, banged them ho's without protection ,,,, called my boss a cock ,,,, slapped my mother in law ,,,, and drank that bottle of champagne id'e been saving for nowt then ?
Well it will be the end of your world when the police catch up with you!
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Yes. I'm off to the Pub
Ahhh, makes me think of Stanley Green. I saw him quite a few times on Oxford Street in the 80s, though he was more worried about lust than Armageddon.
I've noticed it's often middle-aged men who worry the world is coming to an end – I think because they get the approaching prospect of their own small demise confused with The End of the Universe. After all, they can't just die and the world carry on blithely as if nothing had happened, can they? Not them. When they go there must be tornadoes and earthquakes and rains of fire in heaven, leaving the world in ruins. Nothing else befits such a loss.
Quoted for truth....although it's not just men.
Plymouth is a bit smelly, so im presuming zombies or something
EDIT: oh...
in a tent.... badum tish... gets tin foil hat and coat
Just Googled him, found out he died.
The Apocalypse is currently suspended. We'll just have to wait for the Apocalypse Replacement Service instead.
Well it will be the end of your world when the police catch up with you!
Whoops... i may be in heaven, i dunno, i need to check out the window
This required clarification?