I liken him to a modern day Nostradamus. Vague and tenuous.

 

I am disappointed he's not started writing in quatrains. :C

 

However, I think I remember seeing a picture of Mr. 53.12 and he had a similar beard to the one that Nostradamus - perhaps there's something of a homage there?

 

I'll be fecking miffed if the world does end on Dec 21st. I've already spent a boatload on the wife's Christmas present.

 

Mr. 53.12 - do I need to give her the present before the 21st, or can I wait for the 25th? It's a nice winter coat, so should the apocalypse occur, it should offer some protection, so at least she'll get some use out of it.

More to the point, you wouldn't want to miss the gratitude shag.

>> are we all going to hell in a handcart? is Dec 21st 2012 still doomsday?

 

It's definitely the end of the world for me - my baby is due on the 22nd :((

Hell's teeth, if it's that good we might get a gratitude shag out of it. Bagsy before you.

:-O~~~

To echo patch. Can we at least have some timescale to these predictions?

 

Event - Location - Date

 

The date can be either what day, week or even if you really can't be more specific, what month.

It's not like you'd be harbouring my diseases for long.

Dirty boy.

 

I am not prepared to share the wife, though I could be persuaded to knock up a replica you can play around with. It'll just be a mannequin with a her passport photo on and a craft knife provided so you can cut your own holes.

 

Oh, and she's a ginner, so you'd probably not be interested anyway!

About these beams, old sausage; they wouldn't be *magic* beams, would they? Cos if you want some of your own (and I rather think you do) I know a man who has some to sell or trade against domestic livestock.

beams ≠ beans

HTH

Shit, that's where I've been going wrong. You wouldn't *believe* the issues I've had trying to make beams on toast.

Oh yes, they're flighty little buggers alright. That and their plate techtonic machismo, who'd have 'em eh?

I'd rather have a mote in my eye any day.

Phew! That's a relief.

Mind you, isn't it a terrible thing that the ducks are in the nettles? Swings and roundabouts.

I ate a candle. It smelled.