Queen of the classics

Paris - Roubaix today gents, the worlds best cycle race is available on Sky HD so I'm told. This is a proper man's race.

Cav is riding, but think it will be too hard for him. My initial pick, Fabian Cancellara is injured, so gonna go with the lazy choice of Tom Boonen.

Enjoy "The Hell Of The North".

Fuck, Spartacus (Cancellara) is riding, can't see him being fit enough.

Here's the start list cycle fans:

http://startlist.cyclingfever.com/startlist.html?_p=startlijst&id=19137

They've started by the way, 9:50am.

Your uncle crown picked the winner.

http://uk.eurosport.yahoo.com/12042009/58/boonen-wins-paris-roubaix.html

Oh come on, thought picking the winner would elicit the offer of at least a hand-job from one of you. Understand the busier members like sperms and immo have better things to do, but what about you sev?

I count the corpses on my left, I find I'm not so tidy
So I better get away, better make it today
I've cut twenty-three down since Friday
But I can't control it, my face is drawn
My instinct still emotes it.

I slash them cold, I kill them dead
I broke the gooks, I cracked their heads
I'll bomb them out from under the beds
But now I've got the running gun blues.

It seems the peacefuls stopped the war
Left generals squashed and stifled
But I'll slip out again tonight
Cause they haven't taken back my rifle
For I promote oblivion
And I'll plug a few civilians.

I'll slash them cold, I'll kill them dead
I'll break them gooks, I'll crack their heads
I'll slice them till they're running red
But now I've got the running gun blues.

One of the finest albums ever written, illustrating the sheer diversity of mr Bowies skills,Mr Mo, i salute your indegefatigibiltyism
i now must dig it out and give it a good listen to.
as for the handjob mr liquor, i doubt theres many on this board who could/would deny you it, you only have to ask.

Well it seemed as relevant to the board as all that cycling gobbledygook, Sev.

What's going on, Crown offering people handjobs again? What a tart the man is

supermo wrote:

What's going on, Crown offering people handjobs again?

Thanks for sharing that fantasy with us mo.

You'd love to feel my expensively moisturised (89p for 500ml of hand and body lotion) hands on your penis wouldn't you, you filthy beast.

Any more of these attempts at grooming and the police will be involved.

Crown speak for "i,ll have your truncheon in my mouth in 2 shakes of a masons haun"

Well done Sev, you've cracked the code too I see.

You should see the PMs he sends me, absolutely revolting. They get forwarded straight to Strathclyde's finest now. They said they'd planned a dawn raid, truncheons drawn, but then realised the cunt would simply enjoy it

Jesus (is a wanker, but doesn't exist), two of you having homo-erotic fantasies. Mr Green's the most stable of the lot of you.

But Jesus is my homeboy, Crown

Mr Green's been missing a few nights now. Why don't you announce* a quiz, may be the only thing to wake the cunt up from his stupor?

* "announce" doesn't mean "go to the all the effort of making one up", of course.

Let me put my arms around your head
Gee, it's hot, let's go to bed
Don't forget to turn on the light
Don't laugh babe, it'll be alright.

Pour me out another phone
I'll ring and see if your friends are home
Perhaps the strange ones in the dome
Can lend us a book we can read up alone
And try to get it on like once before
When people stared in Jagger's eyes and scored
Like the video films we saw.

His name was always Buddy
And he'd shrug and ask to stay
She'd sigh like Twig the Wonder Kid
And turn her face away
She's uncertain if she likes him
But she knows she really loves him
It's a crash course for the ravers
It's a drive-in Saturday

Jung the foreman prayed at work
That neither hands nor limbs would burst
It's hard enough to keep formation with this fall out saturation
Cursing at the Astronette
Who stands in steel by his cabinet
He's crashing out with Sylvian
The Bureau Supply for ageing men.
With snorting head he gazes to the shore
Which once had raised a sea that raged no more
Like the video films we saw.

crownliquor wrote:Jesus (is a wanker....

Which reminds me. Pulled this tattie hoiker in Corfu (yeah I know, was only 19 though and knew no better) and as if sleeping with me wasn't bad enough for the poor girl, I'd walk down the street with her singing "Jesus is a wanker, Jesus is a wanker, la, la, la, la." She was crossing herself and all sorts. I found it highly amusing.

Hadn't learnt to write at that point, so scrawling "Rangers FTP" everywhere wasn't part of the holiday.

I've always thought you were the mature if slightly misguided type, Licker.

Now I'm beginning to wonder.....

Nah, I'm the cunt type mate.

Is this thread about gay men on bikes perchance?

Never mind the abuse, have you sorted Waffles ya fucking mong?

crownliquor wrote:Never mind the abuse, have you sorted Waffles ya fucking mong?

I don't think I broke it

My passkey me be knacked though as I have to copy and paste it from my profile each time I upload, the old one seems to be stuck in Utorrent

They had some security issues. Tagged instructions onto the last tune I e-mailed you.

I'd already done that mate and changed all the ones I'm seeding. Any new uploads say wrong passkey and I have to C&P the passkey from my profile to get it going:geek:

Jesus, you're not uploading "the girls'" NSync album on there are you?

You should only need to paste you passkey in Utorrents announce for Waffles and it will remember it.

Is that when I upload? I think I've changed it now mate

Yes mate it's for upload. You did say upload in your earlier post.

Use your passkey for the announce.
Make the torrent.
Upload the torrent.
Delete the torrent from your PC.
Download the torrent from waffles. Just the torrent, not the NSync album.
Load the d/loaded torrent in UTorrent and seed away.

This is the procedure on most private trackers, but not looked into waffles to be honest. You use the d/loaded torrent to seed to stop the torrent being posted elsewhere I think. They have explained it on CO but I've forgotten, sorry.