Quote: Curt @ April 27 2009, 7:20 PM BSTIt's OK we probably deserve it. Especially today being "Burn the Union Jake Day" here in Canada.
I bet Jake's pretty f**ked off about that. And his Union!!
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Quote: Nil Putters @ April 27 2009, 7:22 PM BSTI bet Jake's pretty f**ked off about that. And his Union!!
corrected.
Too late! 
Just heard that the woman who sits opposite me has a boyfriend who works with someone with Swine Flu. All of a sudden the virus seems a lot closer than before.
Let's all just die. I can't be arsed to save myself from pig flu. Stupid pigs... better of as a package of Morrisons own sausages.
Quote: Robert D @ July 8 2009, 3:01 AM BSTLet's all just die. I can't be arsed to save myself from pig flu. Stupid pigs... better of as a package of Morrisons own sausages.
Ahem to that
Quote: Tuumble @ July 7 2009, 9:58 AM BSTJust heard that the woman who sits opposite me has a boyfriend who works with someone with Swine Flu. All of a sudden the virus seems a lot closer than before.
I survived it. You will too.
Yes, but we don't all have an underground bunker in our garden.
Quote: Leevil @ July 8 2009, 4:08 AM BSTYes, but we don't all have an underground bunker in our garden.
I contracted the flu and lived to tell about it. It was nasty, but not lethal.
I'd rather not try it out.
Quote: DaButt @ July 8 2009, 4:24 AM BSTI contracted the flu and lived to tell about it. It was nasty, but not lethal.
What happened?
Quote: Lee Henman @ July 8 2009, 1:56 PM BSTWhat happened?
He contracted flu but lived to tell about it. It was nasty, but not lethal.
"The Swine that Flew"
I wish Gordon Brown would stay in this country and run it.
Well, now that at least 60,000 of us in the UK are apparently going to die of this disease before the end of the year, might as well turn this thread to some useful purpose. The game's up, it's all over, not worth planning for Christmas, take off those masks you deluded muppets, etc.
We could use this thread to leave our BCG will/funeral arrangements/epitaph for our gravestone (which of course will only be symbolic, because our bodies will be burnt in a crematorium with a 3 mile exclusion zone).
I leave my collection of unfinished sitcom pilots about transexual marine biologists to Seefacts. Dolly can have my book of after-dinner speaking anecdotes about eponymous fungal infections. Leevil can have my pre-mortem winky-wanky-woo, which is kept pickled in a jam jar, second draw down on the left of my writing desk.
At my funeral I would like everyone to celebrate my life by getting drunk, then melancholy, then begin staring into their wallets at photos of ex-girlfriends for several hours, until they start fighting each other like rabid yet severely uncoordinated girlscouts.
My epitaph: 'He always had a smile no matter whatever misfortune befell others'.