Time created by four scientists who plot at that observatory in Greenwich, and they’re all kinda like “The Old Gits” offa Harry Enfield, all running around rubbing their hands together. They’re so mean, they think…Hmm, what can we do to really piss people off? I know, we’ll change time! Yes! Twice a year. In the summer, we’ll put all the clocks forward! That’ll really fuck things up! People’ll arrive late for meetings and work! And trains’ll be delayed, ‘cause the drivers’ll forget
t’get up. Ha ha what fun! And ‘cause we’re mean, we’ll give them an extra hour! And they’ll all get up an hour early! And realise they could of had another hours kip! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaa haaaaa haaa haaa haaa!
t’get up. Ha ha what fun! And ‘cause we’re mean, we’ll give them an extra hour! And they’ll all get up an hour early! And realise they could of had another hours kip! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaa haaaaa haaa haaa haaa!
by Beadle September 29, 2003
by Beadle September 29, 2003
Martin: Footsteps! Do you, hear, foot, steps?
Josh: A bit like a chimp?
Martin: No, more like a hamster.
Josh: What, like a turbo hamster?
Josh: A bit like a chimp?
Martin: No, more like a hamster.
Josh: What, like a turbo hamster?
by Beadle September 29, 2003
Oats: Lisa's not coming to your house now 'cause Dan's got borbons at he's.
Tom: THE SHAME!!! NO! DIRTY! NO!
Tom: THE SHAME!!! NO! DIRTY! NO!
by Beadle September 29, 2003
Imo: Well, first she bottled the manager, then she quit.
Greg: Jesus, Lucy!
Lucy: Well, he deserved it. Pervert.
Greg: Jesus Lucy, you’ll be in the sty by tomorrow!
Greg: Jesus, Lucy!
Lucy: Well, he deserved it. Pervert.
Greg: Jesus Lucy, you’ll be in the sty by tomorrow!
by Beadle September 29, 2003
A sub-genre of Rock 'N' Roll, which is a cross between two of the sub-genres Punk and Metal.
Rock: Grunge.
Rock: Grunge.
by Beadle September 26, 2003
by Beadle September 29, 2003