The Hot Yellow Thing In The Sky.
This is England, this shouldn’t be happening here, it just be pissing down 'cos that’s what our summers are usually like.
What do we have?
Sunshine thats what and the hotness bathing us in its glorious warmth and thinginess…summat is wrong I tells ya 
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The Hot Yellow Thing In The Sky.
This is England, this shouldn’t be happening here, it just be pissing down 'cos that’s what our summers are usually like.
What do we have?
Sunshine thats what and the hotness bathing us in its glorious warmth and thinginess…summat is wrong I tells ya 
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Meanwhile I was freezing my ass off when I was there two weeks ago.
If you miss the miserable weather, just head over to Heathrow, where murky rainclouds are permanently stationed 24/7.
So that’s where the bloody sun went this “summer”. We’ve had nothing but rain and cold up until now.
That’s ok, lovey, us Spaniards up in Glasgow are happy that we get to grow some Vitamin D while walking around after all. Plus my coworkers’ friends who are visiting this week get to complain that “it’s much nicer than you said!”
And Norwegians are melting . . . (30 degrees in the sun and rising. Good gods, someone get me an ice cream!)
It’s quite pleasant up here in the midlands, there’s a nice gentle breeze to offset that strange ball of orange out there. What’s the shiny stuff for?
yeah, it’s nice here too … but why this thread title? I came in here expecting something quite different.
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yeah, it’s nice here too … but why this thread title? I came in here expecting something quite different.
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Me too, I thought we might even get some pics of some Great Tits.
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yeah, it’s nice here too … but why this thread title? I came in here expecting something quite different.
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The Hot Yellow Thing In The Sky.
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THY TITS**
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So that’s where the bloody sun went this “summer”. We’ve had nothing but rain and cold up until now.
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*Points to location and shrugs 
I’m not helping the cause any by posting this, but I really hope this thread sinks just a wee bit so we can have some sequential fun 
I’ve been meaning to ask you Limeys:
-do you have outdoor swimming pools?
-do people actually use english beaches?
-why do Limeys exhibit that ghastly pallor?
-do tomatoes ripen in England?
-is English wine any good? 
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I’ve been meaning to ask you Limeys:
-do you have outdoor swimming pools?
-do people actually use english beaches?
-why do Limeys exhibit that ghastly pallor?
-do tomatoes ripen in England?
-is English wine any good? 
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OK yank here it is
Yes
Yes
We don’t
Yes
Yes
…and now…
Are all Yanks incredibly rich
Do all yanks speak very loud
Are all Yanks suntanned and the very epitome of good health
Are there any decent beers in the US
Why is Arkansaw spelled ArkansaS
Do bears Really shit in the woods
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…and now…
Are all Yanks incredibly rich
Do all yanks speak very loud
Are all Yanks suntanned and the very epitome of good health
Are there any decent beers in the US
Why is Arkansaw spelled ArkansaS
Do bears Really shit in the woods
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Sure, no prob.
Yeah, rich and thick like hot fudge. Creamy, melty Hershey’s Hot Fudge.
Huh? Whassat you said?
Only our crust population, the face we show the world. The rest of us are as fishy white as y’all.
Yep - Heinekin, Grolsh, Fosters, Guinness and Molson.
Hey, we stole the language from you guys. E.G. Edinborough
And finally, I don’t know but if I see a bear in the woods I’m sure I will.
For the record, I would never call you a limey. Manchester is way too close to Liverpool for that and I don’t want any trouble.
::Backs away slowly::
This thread is cracking me up! I, too, was expecting something different from this thread title, and I was teensy bit nervous because I’m at work!
It’s fucking rained here just about every God damned day all summer. That’s right. Not just rained, but fucking rained. We never get fucking rain every day all summer. We usually get fucking sun. Fuck.
I don’t care if the OP is about weather, I wrote a poem anyway.
Thy tits are like the sun shining outward
rays of eros into my happy orbs
An image of thy tits thus burned and
reflected palely inverted through the
mysterious channels of grey and white
A gush of red surge down my valley quickly
past the wooded forest and the dark
nether regions subterraneously awake
The landscape quakes and jostles brimming forth
mammoth mountains of manly might and mirth
hale to thy tits, hale to the pink twin deitys
Now let’s fuck!
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Writing in half-assed iambic pentameter is hard XD
Chowder, I love reading your posts.
A poem my buttocks, it doesn’t even rhymn?
That said it is rather quite a good and praiseworthy description of the celestial orbs hanging high on the chest of many a fair maid.
…and hanging low on some others.
Thank you kindly Contrary ::blushes::