I finally made it to Newcastle, UK. The search for Jimbuna - Page 2

Jimbuna · 10-15-10, 07:06 AM

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Originally Posted by nikimcbee

I thought to myself; Well Jim sailed over here, now it was my turn to visit Jim in Newcastle. So I set sail. Here's a few pictures of the trip/adventure.

The castle at the center of town. (I mean centre of towne)

Newcastle proper:

Chateau d'Buna

Local mill:

Newcastle bus system.

Double decker bus:

the local sherriff

Jim's uncle, Percy, local bouncer:

City council meeting

Kratos?

The dread British python

Look, I found Steed! (a nobel steed)

Now where is that Jim!

I've got a pint and a turkey leg for you.

Now those rumo(u)rs that mcbee is a hobbit are untrue....no wait

ROFLMAO

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

Besides.....the weather looks far too pleasant for it to be in the TOON region....we're more used to something along these lines

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.