What was the name of the chap who was dying of heart disease?

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03-05-2019, 01:38 PM
Sir C

What was the name of the chap who was dying of heart disease?

Do you think he, you know, went and threw a seven?
03-05-2019, 01:41 PM
IUFG

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Originally Posted by Sir C

Do you think he, you know, went and threw a seven?

could you narrow it down a bit for us, sc?
03-05-2019, 01:42 PM
Sir C

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Originally Posted by IUFG

could you narrow it down a bit for us, sc?

Do it you remember? He as all like, anyway I’m not fussed, I’ll be brown bread any day now.
03-05-2019, 01:45 PM
IUFG

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Originally Posted by Sir C

Do it you remember? He as all like, anyway I’m not fussed, I’ll be brown bread any day now.

:shrug:

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HTH
03-05-2019, 01:46 PM
Ash

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Originally Posted by Sir C

Do you think he, you know, went and threw a seven?

egg and dart?
03-05-2019, 01:48 PM
Sir C

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Originally Posted by Ash

egg and dart?

That rings a bell, a. Was he an appallingly rude wengerouter as well?

Makes you think, doesn’t it? Here one minute calling our manager a senile French ****, next thing, nada, nichts, rien, nothing. Just the blackness.
03-05-2019, 01:50 PM
Rich

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Originally Posted by Sir C

That rings a bell, a. Was he an appallingly rude wengerouter as well?

Makes you think, doesn’t it? Here one minute calling our manager a senile French ****, next thing, nada, nichts, rien, nothing. Just the blackness.

No blackness when you die, SC. You just cease to be.
03-05-2019, 01:51 PM
Sir C

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Originally Posted by Rich

No blackness when you die, SC. You just cease to be.

But what of your immortal soul, eh?
03-05-2019, 01:52 PM
Ash

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Originally Posted by Sir C

That rings a bell, a. Was he an appallingly rude wengerouter as well?

Makes you think, doesn’t it? Here one minute calling our manager a senile French ****, next thing, nada, nichts, rien, nothing. Just the blackness.

Dunno. He may have exchanged some words with the Chief at some point. One hopes it's blackness, of course. Far preferable to the pits of eternal hellfire, I'm sure.
03-05-2019, 02:05 PM
Herbert Augustus Chapman

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Originally Posted by Sir C

But what of your immortal soul, eh?

How bravely the young speak of death eh c? Wait until that first time in middle age when Mother Eternity runs her cold finger ddown his spine - he'll tremble like a scolded child so he will.
03-05-2019, 02:20 PM
Burney

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Originally Posted by Sir C

Do you think he, you know, went and threw a seven?

Egg and dart? I reckon he's now deaded, yes.
03-05-2019, 02:25 PM
Burney

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Originally Posted by Ash

Dunno. He may have exchanged some words with the Chief at some point. One hopes it's blackness, of course. Far preferable to the pits of eternal hellfire, I'm sure.

I will be really píssed off if I have to go to hell, a. :-(
03-05-2019, 03:21 PM
Ash

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Originally Posted by Burney

I will be really píssed off if I have to go to hell, a. :-(

A bloke with a clipboard will be giving the induction: "OK everybody, so the correct answer was The Mormons. The Mormons."
03-05-2019, 03:24 PM
Ash

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Originally Posted by Herbert Augustus Chapman

How bravely the young speak of death eh c? Wait until that first time in middle age when Mother Eternity runs her cold finger ddown his spine - he'll tremble like a scolded child so he will.

The calm, restful peace of oblivion looks far preferable to some of the Orwellian, dystopian and catastrophic potential futures we may have lined up for us tbf.