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Aug-23-2006 22:01

I have created a sleuth miracle!

IT IS THE UNHIJACKABLE THREAD!

Go ahead and try, but this thread is about anything and nothing, all at the the same time!

This is the place where Al can talk about world domination, Crunch can worship David Hasselhoff, SS can try and find even more complicated questions for his pub quizzes, Nikkie can advertise for Tim Tams, cfm can troll for more Sharpie victims, JR can beg for the chance to win Bobo back, and bedazzling can be a way of life!

So go off, rant and rave, talk about anything, i don't care, I just wanted to see my avatar on the page (when its actually me anyways)

So go ahead, I dare you all to try and hijack me :)

Aug-29-2006 17:26

I want a GENERAL!

Maybe that should be the next sleuth contest....

Badass also rockin the 'stache :D

I have snood, I bought it so I can play the higher levels....

Aug-30-2006 01:27

Don't make fun, I was hooked on snood all through the nineties! Oh man, this dude Ricky from the poolhall, man he had the straight dope, man. One lip, JUST ONE, of Ricky's snood would have you tellin' it like it is with your fist in your mouth! And the thing with the leg hairs! Man! That was good snood dude.

There have been one or two times in my life when, due to ill-advised boldness (and once due to alcohol-induced shaving urges) I have ditched the beard. When I do this I am compelled by forces beyond my comprehension to shave it in stages, admiring (and once, photographing) myself in various facial hair configurations.

All of these make me look like the last time I worked, it was as a squinty little roadie for The Captain and Tennille. Except for the lone 'stache, which makes me look like a cross between the same roadie's lameass attempt at metrosexuality and a 14 year old Whitesnake fan named Buck.

(Buck don't Bedazzle)

Aug-30-2006 04:35

does anyone else think Crunch should post these infamous picks somewhere for all to enjoy?

Aug-30-2006 06:00

lol Badass... doing the goatee / half beard in RL mate. Doesn't reall rate a rank. Always wanted the Dick Dastardly (Wacky Races) evil villain 'stache, but invariably I can only manage the Mutley shhshhshhshhshhshhhhhhh

Aug-30-2006 09:05

Well, if you got hold of some fast hair growth shampoo you could always try taking on these guys in Amberg:
http://www.worldbeardchampionships.com/
I'm sure the evil villain variant would be a sure hit. And if shampoo isn't working, there's always next year in Brighton so you'll have lots more time to perfect it ;D

Aug-30-2006 09:12

Well, Abe Lincoln had a goatee I believe, and he was in charge of the whole army...don't put yourself down like that Squirrel :-)

Aug-30-2006 16:10

you haven't even seen a real moustache until you've see mine.
http://www.sleuthchat.com/images/comprofiler/281_44f60c24bbba0.jpg

until then, your talk is just silly talk.

Aug-30-2006 17:14

and there in itself is a lesson to you kiddies, too much raw fish just messes around with your oestrogen and testosterone levels.

Aug-30-2006 17:41

sushi kitty, you wouldn't be of Meditteranean descent would you? I've heard of the "Italian shade" before...

Aug-31-2006 08:33

(continued) The three of us went out that night. Markus mentioned how great it had been traveling together and that we should do it again some.
I just laughed it off, it had been great. But lived six months in Germany and six months in China. He mentioned it again and siad it would be great to meet up somewhere overseas and travel some more.

I came from a big family and money had been tight. Holidays were in cars and were camping by a river *IF* there was money rather than expensive ski trips or flights to Auckland and Rainbow's End. Hell, we never even made the Antarctic Encounter and Underwater World in Christchurch.

Those days were a blast and are something I'll never forget. We'd take the cats and the dog and the budgies and the tents. The first day was always firewood day for us kids. We'd spend ages making a pile while Dad and Mum put up the tents. Next was the fireplace and then digging the longdrop. . Of course, he'd have to mow a pathway through the thistles first. Oddly enough, the smell of dettol though associated with longdrops for me, brings back pleasant memories.
He'd then dig a very long hole that would be the refridgerator while we'd still hunt for firewood. Last of all would be the path to the river. If it was the same campsite as the year before the old path could often be re-found.
FINALLY! We could go for a swim in the river. We'd stay often for 3 or more weeks. It was there I'd learn to ride a bike when I was 10, it was there I caught a baby rabbit and won $5 for doing so. That was a lot of money in those days for a kid. I really don't think my parents expected any of us to catch a rabbit- it was just something my Mum came up to entertain us.
Dad would also make a swing- a log with a rope through the middle of it tied extremly high to a tree. Dad was always climbing trees I guess, to make us treehuts or to cut firewood so we could eat or to put up a swing.