View Full Version : I've fallen and I can't get up...no, that's not it
Harrie
June 22nd, 2007, 04:24 PM
Nope, not that one. It's - I've gotten on the internet and I can't get off!
Woweeeee...I've got to do something about myself. I'm not kidding!
PurestLight
June 22nd, 2007, 04:54 PM
Harrie, I completely sympathise and understand! :D
When you think of an answer let me know will you please. I seem to be similarly afflicted
:rotflmao:and :thrilled:
dammit
June 22nd, 2007, 04:57 PM
Have a word with yerself Harrie... you'll end up looking like this.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/gedchris/f191a302.jpg
:rolleyes:
renegade600
June 22nd, 2007, 06:45 PM
Nope, not that one. It's - I've gotten on the internet and I can't get off!
Woweeeee...I've got to do something about myself. I'm not kidding!
might as well stay online, its too hot to be outside. :D
lufbra
June 22nd, 2007, 06:58 PM
This just confirms my belief that the Cookie Princess has lost her marbles. :p
Snurfen
June 22nd, 2007, 10:04 PM
It's alright Dave, Lord Elgin pinched them.
chapper
June 22nd, 2007, 10:49 PM
Fly to Tokyo :D there are tons of counselors for this problem there. I think they're swamped so you might have to wait in line but you can always enjoy the shushi while waiting...*throws up*
oracle128
June 23rd, 2007, 04:18 PM
It used to be that you had to call, write, or visit people. Fly or boat to another land to experience it. Go to the library and study for weeks to learn something. Spend all weekend trying to find a way to entertain yourself for that weekend, and being too late if/when you had an idea. Go to work and spend several hard months on a project.
But now you can do all that and more in the space of a few hours on the internet, and it seems they call it an "addiction".
Snurfen
June 23rd, 2007, 11:25 PM
I can give up the internet any time I want. Just, it's like, I'm sorta too busy at the mo..............
Harrie, when I saw the title of your thread, I honestly thought it was going to be about Vic & Bob - one of Bob mortimer's catch phrases were "Vic, I've fallen............" Usually followed by a discussion about how he had a slight chafing to his trouser leg.