Gandtee

Of course I would not entertain anyone censoring my thoughts. Nor did I even suggest it. As you say, thoughts are private and should be controlled by the owner. Not to be scattered around like chaff, that seems to be the case with many today. Especially politicians. There is of course respect and politeness to others that we should have learnt from childhood. Sadly some never learnt, or were not taught.

Do you mean Free Speech such as ex Presidents and politicians name calling like adolescent children? If so, I agree.

He will later when he gets his own illegal gun and uses it to release his pent up feelings.

To the UK where you have to have a licences to break wind.

You must be an ugly bugger.

Smart arse.

Yes. Very contagious. Many suffer from it. Mostly politicians and influential people. The symptoms are Lying. Corruption. Dishonesty. A lack of morals and ethical behaviour and greed.

Now what country could that be I wonder? Fortunately the British god botherers left England and landed in the Americas in 1620. Us Brits said "Thank god for that" and began losing interest in god and religion. It certainly does not colour British politics as it does in the United States. Thank god

And if I didn't have male wedding tackle I could have been in the front row of the Tiller Girls on Sunday Night at the London Palladium.

Why ask me, for god's sake?

I misread the caption. I thought it was whore fish.

Perhaps you can tell us mere mortals what pub you frequent in the community. So we are forewarned and avoid it.

Does anyone know of a furniture repair shop in Sattahip Town area? I've dinner table chair that needs repairing.

All much the same as the the various coloured railways. Where the wheels and rails fall off.

Some Dutch it would seem. But then it did happen here a couple of weeks ago. A load of fireworks on the back of a pickup.

Butt. Butt. Poo. Happy New Year

It's the 'Me First' syndrome.

He looks like one of The Village People. YMCA

Got the LP.

My family took me to a very nice beachside restaurant last night. I watched the sun going down to the throb of incessant techno rock music. It sounded like the thump, thump ,usually emitted by pickups. The steak knife in my hand seemed to have an almost uncontrollable urge to attack the person in charge of the music.

Now now, mother. Settle down and take your medicine

And there's the rub

If she and the cook are trapped inside the sunken vessel let's hope that their removal will be more successful than the navy's attempt to recover those trapped in their ship that capsized due to rough seas.

The hypocritic oath is taken instead it would seem

It looks like the Dane has had his bacon.