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Ammi · 06-09-2014, 09:31 PM

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Originally Posted by lily.

o/t .. pretty sure I just seen Harry Styles in Greg's snapchat story... :/

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..I think this deserves a thread on it's own....

Headie · 06-09-2014, 09:31 PM

Hi I have no real reason to post here and I just wanted to waste a few seconds of your life by making you read to the end of my post and then realise it is pointless and you've just wasted seconds of your life but I wanted to post here so you could all admire my new sig and also so I could waste a few more seconds of your life x

Jarrod · 06-09-2014, 09:31 PM

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Originally Posted by lily.

Los Aberdeenshire maybe... lol

edit.. or Los Anniesland...

Very popular resort I'm sure

lily. · 06-09-2014, 09:31 PM

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Originally Posted by Ammi

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..I think this deserves a thread on it's own....

Am gonna have to screengrab it .. it's a vid.. lemme try

Cal. · 06-09-2014, 09:31 PM

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Originally Posted by Hayden

Hi I have no real reason to post here and I just wanted to waste a few seconds of your life by making you read to the end of my post and then realise it is pointless and you've just wasted seconds of your life but I wanted to post here so you could all admire my new sig and also so I could waste a few more seconds of your life x

why the **** did i just read that

Firewire · 06-09-2014, 09:33 PM

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Originally Posted by lily.

Los Aberdeenshire maybe... lol

edit.. or Los Anniesland...

The latter I think

Ammi · 06-09-2014, 09:33 PM

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Originally Posted by lily.

Am gonna have to screengrab it .. it's a vid.. lemme try

..and you didn't say anything that weekend you went to Scarborough either, do you have any idea how much I worried..

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Ammi · 06-09-2014, 09:34 PM

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Originally Posted by Hayden

Hi I have no real reason to post here and I just wanted to waste a few seconds of your life by making you read to the end of my post and then realise it is pointless and you've just wasted seconds of your life but I wanted to post here so you could all admire my new sig and also so I could waste a few more seconds of your life x

..that was beautiful Hayden, this thread just got real...

Fetch The Bolt Cutters · 06-09-2014, 09:34 PM

HORATIO
That can I;
At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king,
Whose image even but now appear'd to us,
Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway,
Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride,
Dared to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet--
For so this side of our known world esteem'd him--
Did slay this Fortinbras; who by a seal'd compact,
Well ratified by law and heraldry,
Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands
Which he stood seized of, to the conqueror:
Against the which, a moiety competent
Was gaged by our king; which had return'd
To the inheritance of Fortinbras,
Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same covenant,
And carriage of the article design'd,
His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras,
Of unimproved mettle hot and full,
Hath in the skirts of Norway here and there
Shark'd up a list of lawless resolutes,
For food and diet, to some enterprise
That hath a stomach in't; which is no other--
As it doth well appear unto our state--
But to recover of us, by strong hand
And terms compulsatory, those foresaid lands
So by his father lost: and this, I take it,
Is the main motive of our preparations,
The source of this our watch and the chief head
Of this post-haste and romage in the land.
BERNARDO
I think it be no other but e'en so:
Well may it sort that this portentous figure
Comes armed through our watch; so like the king
That was and is the question of these wars.
HORATIO
A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.
In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted dead
Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets:
As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,
Disasters in the sun; and the moist star
Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands
Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse:
And even the like precurse of fierce events,
As harbingers preceding still the fates
And prologue to the omen coming on,
Have heaven and earth together demonstrated
Unto our climatures and countrymen.--
But soft, behold! lo, where it comes again!
Re-enter Ghost

I'll cross it, though it blast me. Stay, illusion!
If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,
Speak to me:
If there be any good thing to be done,
That may to thee do ease and grace to me,
Speak to me:
Cock crows

If thou art privy to thy country's fate,
Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid, O, speak!
Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life
Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,
For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,
Speak of it: stay, and speak! Stop it, Marcellus.
MARCELLUS
Shall I strike at it with my partisan?
HORATIO
Do, if it will not stand.
BERNARDO
'Tis here!
HORATIO
'Tis here!
MARCELLUS
'Tis gone!
Exit Ghost

We do it wrong, being so majestical,
To offer it the show of violence;
For it is, as the air, invulnerable,
And our vain blows malicious mockery.
BERNARDO
It was about to speak, when the cock crew.
HORATIO
And then it started like a guilty thing
Upon a fearful summons. I have heard,
The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,
Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
Awake the god of day; and, at his warning,
Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
The extravagant and erring spirit hies
To his confine: and of the truth herein
This present object made probation.
MARCELLUS
It faded on the crowing of the cock.
Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
The bird of dawning singeth all night long:
And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad;
The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
HORATIO
So have I heard and do in part believe it.
But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill:
Break we our watch up; and by my advice,
Let us impart what we have seen to-night
Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life,
This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.
Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it,
As needful in our loves, fitting our duty?