Oh McBee, you are a handsome specimen!!:yep: Anyone spare a cake of soap?:03:

Flattery will take you to a lot of places, mate, but I'm pretty sure McBee's Hobbit Hole is not one of them. :O:

Apparently Jim had hijacked a limo to come and meet you at the airport but got there late.:D

Nice pics Jason. Love the legs......




The turkey ones not yours.:O:

BTW Jason, watch out for the Buna Python!:03:

I got a face for radio and a voice for newspaper.

Must be a kiwi thing?:haha:

Hmm....Newcastle has improved quite a lot these last few years:har:

(p.s Cant' be the real Newastle, no locals just wearing shorts and t-shirts in the middle of winter:D)

On a typical saturday night in the middle of winter shorts and a t-shirt could be considered an excessive amount of clothing for a lot of the locals.

ROFLMAO :rotfl2:

It's the TOON ya daft bugga TOON....did you learn nothing from me in Texas :know:

Besides.....the weather looks far too pleasant for it to be in the TOON region....we're more used to something along these lines http://www.fonefunshop.co.uk/forum/i.../lightning.gif http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/9...nowing1zs1.gif http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v4...athermanf3.gif



50 Degrees. Southerners and Jason turn on their heating. Geordies plant their gardens.

40 Degrees. Southerners and Jason shiver uncontrollably. Geordies Sunbathe.

30 Degrees. Southern cars and Jasons will not start. Geordies drive with their windows down

20 Degrees. Southerners and Jason wear coats, gloves, and wool hats. Geordies throw a t-shirt on (Girls start wearing mini-skirts)

10 Degrees. Southerners and Jason begin to Evacuate. Geordies go swimming in the North Sea.

Zero degrees. Southern landlords and Jason turn up the heat. Geordies have the last barbecue before it gets cold.

Minus 10 Degrees. Southerners and Jason cease to exist. Geordies throw on a lightweight jacket.

Minus 80 Degrees. Polar bears wonder if it's worth it. Geordie Boy scouts start wearing long trousers.

Minus 100 Degrees. Santa Claus abandons the North Pole. Geordies put on their long johns.

Minus 173 Degrees. Alcohol freezes. Geordies become frustrated because the pubs are shut (true that one) LOL

Minus 297 Degrees. Microbiological life starts to disappear. The cows on Newcastle town moor (TOON) complain of vets with cold hands.

Minus 460 Degrees. All atomic motion stops. Geordies start to stamp their feet and blow on their hands.


Minus 500 Degrees. Hell freezes over.............................................. ..........Newcastle win a trophy.

:smug: :03:

http://www.premierlimousine.com/imag...01animated.gif http://imgcash2.imageshack.us/img265...yseasonzi5.gif :DL