Originally Posted by chinchin:
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:rolleyes
Thread Killers [not so] Anonymous. (Part 15)
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Originally Posted by derbyshire duck:
“*ponders shall I make friends with thready and the horrid minging witch for Chrismas* ?
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“*ponders shall I make friends with thready and the horrid minging witch for Chrismas* ?
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It is the season of goodwill to all men, threadys and SRs ducky!!
Originally Posted by derbyshire duck:
“*ponders shall I make friends with thready and the horrid minging witch for Chrismas* ?”
“*ponders shall I make friends with thready and the horrid minging witch for Chrismas* ?
”
Originally Posted by twassington:
“It is the season of goodwill to all men, threadys and SRs ducky!!”
“It is the season of goodwill to all men, threadys and SRs ducky!!
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Aye, thats true, but I cant make my mind up wither to give you lot .......... T&Ms tommorw or not !!! :rolleyes
Originally Posted by derbyshire duck:
“*ponders shall I make friends with thready and the horrid minging witch for Chrismas* ?”
“*ponders shall I make friends with thready and the horrid minging witch for Chrismas* ?
”
Nah! Don't bother!
Originally Posted by The_Sleeper:
“Aye, thats true, but I cant make my mind up wither to give you lot .......... T&Ms tommorw or not !!! :rolleyes”
“Aye, thats true, but I cant make my mind up wither to give you lot .......... T&Ms tommorw or not !!! :rolleyes
”
G'wan, give us tea n muffinses!!!!!!!!!!
Originally Posted by twassington:
“G'wan, give us tea n muffinses!!!!!!!!!!”
“G'wan, give us tea n muffinses!!!!!!!!!!”
who needs his cold tea and stale rock cakes anyway!
Quote:
“Originally Posted by Thready
Well I certainly bloody don't!!”
“Originally Posted by Thready
Well I certainly bloody don't!!”
me neither Threaddo!
ps Happy Christmas twassers x
and Happy Christmas Pinky xxx
Originally Posted by HarryValley:
“who needs his cold tea and stale rock cakes anyway!
me neither Threaddo!
ps Happy Christmas twassers x
and Happy Christmas Pinky xxx”
“who needs his cold tea and stale rock cakes anyway!
me neither Threaddo!
ps Happy Christmas twassers x
and Happy Christmas Pinky xxx”
Thats a ubx thread if " I've everr' heard " :rolleyes
Originally Posted by The_Sleeper:
“Dont even bother, yeh, auld fart yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”
“Dont even bother, yeh, auld fart yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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are yer drunk, yer gormless old pillock?
Morning wee thready.....only 1 more sleep. 
Originally Posted by thready:
“Oooh I'm soooooo 'cited The panto was good fun last night too ”
“Oooh I'm soooooo 'cited
The panto was good fun last night too ”
Did you both have a fabulous time? Did they throw sweeties in the audience and custard pies at the baddy? Did your half of the audience win the singing contest
*waits for Christmas T&M*
*waits for Christmas T&M*
Thready, if you want to track Santa..........HERE'S the place to do it.
You're gonna burst thready.
Originally Posted by thready:
“Fanks Sr.......I'm soooooo 'cited.”
“Fanks Sr.......I'm soooooo 'cited.
”
You're gonna burst thready.
Originally Posted by twassington:
“Did you both have a fabulous time? Did they throw sweeties in the audience and custard pies at the baddy? Did your half of the audience win the singing contest
*waits for Christmas T&M*”
“Did you both have a fabulous time? Did they throw sweeties in the audience and custard pies at the baddy? Did your half of the audience win the singing contest
*waits for Christmas T&M*
”
Yes it was good fun, plenty of boos & hisses at the baddie & lots of cheers for the goodies.
They got a wee girl from the audience up at the end, gave her a wand & tiara & she made it snow.
*gives thready tea & muffins* *gives chin tea & muffins* *gives SR tea & muffins* *gives duck tea & muffins* *gives sleeps tea & muffins* *gives gemo tea & muffins* * gives twass tea & muffins * * gives pinky tea & muffins *
Originally Posted by The_Sleeper:
“*gives thready tea & muffins* *gives chin tea & muffins* *gives SR tea & muffins* *gives duck tea & muffins* *gives sleeps tea & muffins* *gives gemo tea & muffins* * gives twass tea & muffins * * gives pinky tea & muffins *”
“*gives thready tea & muffins* *gives chin tea & muffins* *gives SR tea & muffins* *gives duck tea & muffins* *gives sleeps tea & muffins* *gives gemo tea & muffins* * gives twass tea & muffins * * gives pinky tea & muffins *”
Ta very muchly Sleeps and a Very Merry Christmas to you!
Originally Posted by chinchin:
“Ta very muchly Sleeps and a Very Merry Christmas to you!”
“Ta very muchly Sleeps and a Very Merry Christmas to you!
”
& the same tae, you & your Chin mate.
Originally Posted by The_Sleeper:
“*gives thready tea & muffins* *gives chin tea & muffins* *gives SR tea & muffins* *gives duck tea & muffins* *gives sleeps tea & muffins* *gives gemo tea & muffins* * gives twass tea & muffins * * gives pinky tea & muffins *”
“*gives thready tea & muffins* *gives chin tea & muffins* *gives SR tea & muffins* *gives duck tea & muffins* *gives sleeps tea & muffins* *gives gemo tea & muffins* * gives twass tea & muffins * * gives pinky tea & muffins *”
Thanks Joe, *tucks in*
Originally Posted by thready:
“Fanks Joe. *tucks in* Have you hung up your stocking? I have”
“Fanks Joe. *tucks in* Have you hung up your stocking? I have
”
Originally Posted by chinchin:
“Ta very muchly Sleeps and a Very Merry Christmas to you!”
“Ta very muchly Sleeps and a Very Merry Christmas to you!
”
Hmmmmm.......*eyes chin suspiciously*
Originally Posted by Thready :
“Fanks Joe. *tucks in* Have you hung up your stocking? I have”
“Fanks Joe. *tucks in* Have you hung up your stocking? I have”
I sure have thready, & one for you aswell son !
Originally Posted by Scots rool:
“ Thanks Joe, *tucks in*
Hmmmmm.......*eyes chin suspiciously*”
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Thanks Joe, *tucks in* Hmmmmm.......*eyes chin suspiciously*
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Better to be safe, than sorry !
Here's a wee poem for you thready.
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
Clement Clarke Moore
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
Clement Clarke Moore
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