Everybody likes sex. So that is not a hobby, it's a basic function.Flyingcursor wrote:Nobody's mentioned steamy sex?
I won't either then.
hobbies
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Getting into cyberfights (I'm too beautiful to get into real ones), thinking about steamy sex, wine, beer, single malts, harmonica playing, classical music, wild flowers. Ah, what a vale of tears is life. One day I really must make myself useful.
"Last night, among his fellow roughs,
He jested, quaff'd and swore."
They cut me down and I leapt up high
I am the life that'll never, never die.
I'll live in you if you'll live in me -
I am the lord of the dance, said he!
He jested, quaff'd and swore."
They cut me down and I leapt up high
I am the life that'll never, never die.
I'll live in you if you'll live in me -
I am the lord of the dance, said he!
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Blame my Dad. He forced me to play at a very young age, for a while I resisted and managed to get away from the game but I've slowly drifted back in the last few years. Just bought a nice set of clubs off a friend of mine and now nip up to the driving range for half an hour before doing my weekly shop.SteveShaw wrote:Jeez, I'm disappointed in you. So young, too...chrisoff wrote: And Golf.
Spent ages on the phone to my Dad last night discussing ways to cure my extreme slice...
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How about, quit playing golf? Just a thought...chrisoff wrote:...ways to cure my extreme slice...
And whether the blood be highland, lowland or no.
And whether the skin be black or white as the snow.
Of kith and of kin we are one, be it right, be it wrong.
As long as our hearts beat true to the lilt of a song.
And whether the skin be black or white as the snow.
Of kith and of kin we are one, be it right, be it wrong.
As long as our hearts beat true to the lilt of a song.
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chrisoff wrote:Here's the thing though, it's fun...buddhu wrote: How about, quit playing golf? Just a thought...
Uncross your fingers and say that.
And whether the blood be highland, lowland or no.
And whether the skin be black or white as the snow.
Of kith and of kin we are one, be it right, be it wrong.
As long as our hearts beat true to the lilt of a song.
And whether the skin be black or white as the snow.
Of kith and of kin we are one, be it right, be it wrong.
As long as our hearts beat true to the lilt of a song.
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This thread reminds me of the routine done by two very old Jewish comedians (I think one of them was Lou Jacobi):
"Bernie, I have a 'obby."
"You have a obby??? What's your 'obby?"
"I collect bees."
"You collect bees?"
"Yes, I collect bees. I get a gallon glass jar . . . I fill it with bees . . . I put a lid on the jar . . . then I sit and I watch the bees. That's my 'obby."
"You put bees in a jar??? Do you at least punch holes in the lid so the bees can breathe?"
"No, I don't punch holes in the lid so the bees can breathe."
"But if you don't punch holes in the lid so the bees can breathe, the bees will die!!!"
"So . . . let 'em die . . . it's only a 'obby."
"Bernie, I have a 'obby."
"You have a obby??? What's your 'obby?"
"I collect bees."
"You collect bees?"
"Yes, I collect bees. I get a gallon glass jar . . . I fill it with bees . . . I put a lid on the jar . . . then I sit and I watch the bees. That's my 'obby."
"You put bees in a jar??? Do you at least punch holes in the lid so the bees can breathe?"
"No, I don't punch holes in the lid so the bees can breathe."
"But if you don't punch holes in the lid so the bees can breathe, the bees will die!!!"
"So . . . let 'em die . . . it's only a 'obby."
Caveat: See 'em play before you swallow what they say.
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Hilarious!!! And all too true.rh wrote:is it time to reprise this?
The setting looks like Chicago's Lincoln Park.
Caveat: See 'em play before you swallow what they say.
Bubbie
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"Do you have any hobbies?"
"I collect spores, molds and fungus...."
name that movie...
I have one hobby...
"I collect spores, molds and fungus...."
name that movie...
I have one hobby...
“First lesson: money is not wealth; Second lesson: experiences are more valuable than possessions; Third lesson: by the time you arrive at your goal it’s never what you imagined it would be so learn to enjoy the process” - unknown
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Bubbie wrote:This thread reminds me of the routine done by two very old Jewish comedians (I think one of them was Lou Jacobi):
"Bernie, I have a 'obby."
"You have a obby??? What's your 'obby?"
"I collect bees."
"You collect bees?"
"Yes, I collect bees. I get a gallon glass jar . . . I fill it with bees . . . I put a lid on the jar . . . then I sit and I watch the bees. That's my 'obby."
"You put bees in a jar??? Do you at least punch holes in the lid so the bees can breathe?"
"No, I don't punch holes in the lid so the bees can breathe."
"But if you don't punch holes in the lid so the bees can breathe, the bees will die!!!"
"So . . . let 'em die . . . it's only a 'obby."
It must be getting on for thirty years since I heard that one..
In those days, before Political Correctness was invented, the punchline was...
" Ah, Fcuk 'em.. dere only Bee's"..
Slan,
D.
And many a poor man that has roved,
Loved and thought himself beloved,
From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.
W.B.Yeats
Loved and thought himself beloved,
From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.
W.B.Yeats