How long do you think it would have taken for Cinnamon to verify that you were actually for real. Hell, you could have rolled by and waved through the window and we all would’ve been happy.
I call BS, again.
How long do you think it would have taken for Cinnamon to verify that you were actually for real. Hell, you could have rolled by and waved through the window and we all would’ve been happy.
I call BS, again.
That’s why I was going to get the bus. The first one didn’t turn up and the next was a step entrance vehicle, by that time I thought fuck it, I’ve got work to do and it’s not really important anyway.
What kind of work do you do?
My car’s MoT was made slightly less inconvenient since the garage I use is on a bus route into the city centre. Sadly I can’t vouch for this being the same in t’other user’s case since I travel on the number 6 and not the number 18.
School work.
I have no bets in the real/troll debate, but even if she is real, why show up?
She/he/it is getting all the attention as it is. Concluding the matter just ends it.
Fishing.
Work like…post on here immediately after missing the meetup?
Toll collector.
The test centre I use is in East Kilbride.
But then she could get us all back to talking about what she came here to have us talk about. Oh yeah, we’re already talking about that. Never mind.
**Hermitian **has a point. This does not preclude the awesomeness that is Cinnamon Imp. All hail Cinnamon Imp! Go forth an use your powers for awesome.
Hark! When the fool is trolling
Cinnamon Imp is prowling
Loudly and proudly prowling, at the Tesco.
There where no troll is showing
Now feel the blood a-leaping,
High as the spirits of the old Highland men.
Chorus
(Towering in gallant fame,
Tesco my shopping hame,
High may your proud standards gloriously wave,
Store of my high endeavour,
Store of the discount p(uh)-rice,
Store of my heart for ever, Tesco I crave.)
Over in the Costa coffee shop,
Out by the too cheap jewelry,*
Brave Cinnamon Imp when she’s on the prowl.
Scared are the trolls to meet you,
Staunch are the friends that watch you,
Sure as can be that you will find the real truth.
Chorus
Way over by Glasgow Town
Sad are the Internet trolls
Yearning to yank chains of the Teeming Millions
Whose hero is prowling
Admiration we give while
Hoping, hoping you’ll catch the troll in a lie.
Chorus
*Sorry. I’ve never in my life been to the building in question so I have no idea of the layout. Plus, I’m just too lazy a tthe moment to check online for a shopper’s map of the place.
ETA: Take a wild guess the tune this one’s set to.
Besides I booked it in last week, not at 1 in the morning.
In about three minutes on Google Maps I was able to figure out where a MOT facility in the area was and also which bus line I would need to get to the Tesco in question. Just in case anybody is foolish enough to believe that her knowledge of those things lend her any kind of credence here.
That ain’t standard English anywhere either, friend.
The registration of my car is MW04 WVD. Does that help you believe it exists?
Oh my God, Bob Dooka correctly predicted this! Her brother is going to show up to inform us that she’s died in a fiery car crash.
HA! I cannot stop laughing at this.
Oh god, even better! I can’t take this thread anymore. I am dying.
I still think you’re all wrong. All this crowing is actually quite sickening, if you are wrong.
He just told you in post #222. Unimportant work.