I thought that was the rohypnol.

They work together. Like two-part epoxy, only not as good at mending broken china.

Or wooden balls.

I'd like to nominate EP for the Split Wood award for teh internal referential referencing. But it's 2009.

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Your fingers are too fat for the keyboard. To order a Typing Wand mash the keyboard with your fist.

S = 5 = 101 = lol

Your knowledge and blatent disregard for discretion concerning the alphabet, numbers, binary and acronyms disturbs me.

Dagnabbit, you got me all excited. I saw the new post and was almost certain that Kenny had started the voting.

At the risk of getting you excited again...

 

It really doesn't take much to get you all excited does it?! :Y

I live in a state of almost constant excitation. I fear for my poor heart.

Wouldn't your heightened state of excitedness eventually seem like the norm? Then something hugely exciting would be required to get you all hepped up again... to top the already excited state you'd normally be used to.

 

Letssee, what could possibly tip you over the edge of mediocre excitedness into the world of uber-excitedness?

 

Julian Clary concert tickets?

I've learned to conquer excitation normalisation through breathing exercises. It's steady-state pretty-damn-excitedness.

Julian Clary likes boys like you.

Maybe that's where Fred Hoyle went wrong - he thought he was describing the universe, when he was really studying your excited-ness state.

 

Prat.

I have to say I'm getting really excited about these.  The announcement of winners must be coming up soon.  I reckon LaLaLand might do well.

10-years in the making! Yeah, some heavy thought must have gone into this.

Aye there's going to be some crackers I reckon!

Can't wait then for the 2008 awards! I think they're due out in 2024...

Give the poor sod a chance, he's only had 9 days, 10 years and 42 minutes.

It's like they say in those Guinness and Heinz adverts. and you know what KJ's like - such a lightweight it only takes the slightest whiff of ketchup to have him squirming on the floor hallucinating about how Diego the chippie is a woman and flirting with him.

I think Kenny's been leading us down the garden path with this one.

I've reread the thread and around post 41-ish, he says that he's given all the awards to himself.

He's been stringing us along with false promises of a 2007 award ceremony while no doubt drinking Skol with abandon from all his nefariously ill gotten trophies, laughing at us all.

I say we hire a lynch mob and send them round to his flat.