Tales of Home [1]

English translation-

man- when I have slept with someone else I tell you afterwards.(Implying when she does the same she doesnt tell him)

woman- its there! Its there! (indicating the card in his hand presumably with her confessions on it)

woman- and see when you finally get the balls to admit it, you are going to say it is only one or two women.
Its clear (bends down to get unknown thing) Guess what your daughter will see when shes (words bleeped out) Honestly. And do you know what? What is the point? And youre going to get hit with it all in the next couple of days. When you are not on the tv and you are going to come bubbling and crying on your knees. Saying 'It was only one. It was only one."
Scumbag. Scumbag.

The angry girl sounded almost Danish... spoken backwards.

Closure is good.

Pettytyrant101 wrote:Nonsense- bury it so deep Eldo when they come to dig your grave they will find it all already in there.
Show no affection, dont give into love-its just chemicals, never cry, supress anything that might even possibly lead to pain and keep yourself busy (or drunk) instead- thats the male Scotshobbit way!

love is a chemical defect found on the loosing side.

Pettytyrant101 wrote:I love in the first vid how there he is, tatooed big man trying to look nonplussed and what does she say "and when you are not on the tv and you are away bubbling and crying on your knees*"- complete destruction of all male credibility with added national humilation thrown in. Ouch!

*english translation!

if you hadn't told me what she said i would have gone for BLABLABLAkjsnvijbvdfjvng...

well the first one is obviously jibberish. the angry gran was great, I liked they way she said "out of my face" like "oot!" like.. it sounds norwegian UUUT! it's what I say to my dog.

Eldo, I am glad you feel some closure. This is not by far a good example but.. I had a tortoise named Batman (he had the batman logo on his shell). He was a year older than me. He died the winter two or three years ago. It was a shock to me and I felt terrible and I blamed myself and everything, because we had gotten a shitloads of dogs and I blamed myself and the family for not taking time with Batman. He was like a brother, like, I grew up with him. I denied it and everything. And I cried like a baby when I first found out, then I shoved it away, because I blamed myself, and tried to forget it. When life got back to normal a bit and we had fewer dogs it all hit me. I had dreams about him and woke up and forgot he was dead and I felt guilt. it was horrible. didn't help he died in the winter and we had him in the freezer so we could burry him in the summer (ice in the ground). We always forgot though.. and when we remembered it well... he was there along time...

my point, don't shove things away because they are unpleasent, it hits you back. When my dog Molly was put to sleep I tried to not push it away. When I learned another dear dog had been put to sleep and I hadn't had the chance of a proper goodbye, when we gave her away we thought we were maybe going to see her.. god, I can't continue it hurts too much.

One can always take solace and heart from the Sotshobbit saying of my famous great-great-great-great grandfather, Muffindiver McTyrant, which sums up all of life from the cradle to the grave:

'I came, I saw, I dinae like it, got pissed, smashed some stuff up a bit and left again.'

Reflecting on this can bring about an attitude suitable for finding yourself living in a universe like this one.

Muffindiver Mctyrant! You dare mention him! What he did to my great-great-great-great grandfather Prodo Banks has not been forgotten - that poor old trusting saltymuffin deepdiver, he who once was famous all the way from the Hebridean coasts to Malleetown in Ozhobbitstan, back in that time-o-yore!

Its funny, one of my 'ladies' is called Muffindiver O'Toole. such a romantic name, I imagine her a bit like Calamity Jane rootin tootin of yore.

These last two pages have made me so happy, I'm sure they cheered Eldo up. Between Norc's pet turtle languishing in the freezer and Petty's ancestral philosophy I think my whole next week has been put in perspective.

And I think I have a crush on the blog girl. Want to go on a date with her just to hear her mouth off about it at great length afterwards.

blog girl? TELL ME MORE TELL ME MORE!

You dare mention him!- Odo

Aye! I bloody well do, a famous ancestor of mine- not only was he a superb muffin* diver but he was a great orator by all accounts, hence his famous sayings.
There are ancient records that say hobbits from the borders to the isle quaked at his tongue, which regularly gave out lashings. He would travel the country giving the 'gift of his tongue' to all who asked for it. He was very popular.

Not my fault that clown Prodo Banks was a saltymuffin** diver. Everyone knows the sweet muffins are juicer.
And there is no truth at all in any rumours Muffindiver McTyrant was a mass importer of salt either, and even if he was he certainly wouldnt have wasted it turning all Prodo Banks's muffin beds into saltymuffin beds.
You can be sure of that.

*a type, of now sadly extinct, aquatic haggis.

** saltymuffin a overpoweringly salty variation of extinct aquatic haggis.

And I think I have a crush on the blog girl. - Halfwise

I asume you mean the sweet lass who find the present day not as good as the 90's (assuming you understood a word she said)- thats about the average, normal, background agression and crabbit levels a female Scotshobbit operates on at a day to day level. They wake up like this.

All I know is I know what I know and I think what I think, and no matter how much you rewrite the Saltwater Scandal (and the genocide of the most tasty moist muffins that ever a Banks ever dived for! ) to suit the McTyrant standpoint you can't never change what I see and how I see it, Petty Tyrant --- or should I say, Petty McCrackentyrant!

or should I say, Petty McCrackentyrant!- Odo

How dare you! That sir, is a scurrilous charge! There is, and never has been a McCracken sect to the Tyrant clan!
And over the generations my family have made the evidence to prove it!

Expect to receive an expensive letter from Angmar and Sons!

yepp, it's cold. Around 7-8 minus degrees probably colder in like valleys and when the sun went down
19-18 fahrenheit.

Beautiful pictures, Norc.

the houses and stuff that is like the main island where the "city" is, behind that, the mountains, are the fifth largest island in norway "whale island" roughlt translated and my home ^^ the like peak you see is called "blue man" /blåmann and dunno why, but in folk tounge it's called Amundsen's Nose, the pole explorer, and yeah

(edit. I keep unataching my sig, it's driving me nuts)

ehm, the peak isn't reallu visible, hold on:

(I didn't take this one)

If you look at it sideways I can see how it got a 'nose' name!

yeah, espesially since Roald Amundsen's nose is just like it

An uncanny match!

i went to school just to find out i could have stayed home for another two hours...

I have school until 15.35 today, but no longer pauses between classes then five-ten minutes as my lunch brake for half an hour and a free-hour is being spent on a fucking test instead of these two hours with no teacher because the school is fucking retarded. curse it forever..

Ah school- best days of your life- so say people who failed after school to go on to have any fun or life!