Phaedrus

Most of the link stays the same... except the final number which is the number of the post. And that's the white number in the post header just to the left of the poster's reputation stats. Downside of this is that it pops the post up in a separate window without the rest of the thread. What I really want to do is work out how to determine a post's unique post-id (ie unique within the board, not just in the thread) so that I can do the same as the 'go to first unread post' links do and have the thing appear in context... Okay, that's enough technical nerdery hijacking. I don't have any delectable Cerbite buttocks to post (that I've requested permission for), so here's something from elsewhere.

I like Old Dog because he's not afraid to be controVERSial on occasion...

Are they BOTH shaped like salami?

I can probably disguise myself as a couch if I put my mind to it, and I daresay I'm incompetent enough to fake the virginity bit. When can we meet?

Congratulations to JuliasUndies on hitting the 500-post landmark! You're always provocative and entertaining - keep 'em coming!

A bit off-topic... but this is the best explanation of the current financial crisis I've seen. Of course, it was written well before the event....

Happy birthday!

Like this: http://www.cerb.ca/vbulletin/showpost.php?p=287102&postcount=800. Linking to a page doesn't work for those of us who have changed the number of posts we get per page :) Are you really going to make me go through the whole thread looking for Malika? I've tried three times and still only got as far as page two before getting sidetracked...

Many happy returns, Lexy!

Do you have TWO????

I'm excited!!!!

And dare I say... it's not just today that we should remember those who fought and died so that we don't have to, and those who fought and survived. We owe an unpayable debt to many who are still with us. Tommy I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint of beer. The publican 'e ups an' sez, "We serve no red-coats here." The girls be'ind the bar they laughed an' giggled fit to die, I outs into the street again an' to myself sez I: O it's Tommy this, and Tommy that, an' "Tommy, go away"; But it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins," when the band begins to play, The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play, O it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins," when the band begins to play. I went into a theatre as sober as could be, They gave a drunk civilian room, but 'adn't none for me. They sent me to the gallery or 'round the music-'alls. But when it comes to fightin', Lord! They'll shove me in the stalls! For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy wait outside"; But it's "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper's on the tide, The troopships' on the tide, my boys, the troopship's on the tide, O it's "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper's on the tide. Yes, making mock o' uniforms that guard you while you sleep Is cheaper than them uniforms, an' they're starvation cheap; An' hustlin' drunken soldiers when they're goin' large a bit Is five times better business than paradin' in full kit. Then it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy 'ow's your soul?" But it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll, The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll, O, it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll. We aren't no thin red 'eroes, nor we aren't no blackguards too, But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you; An' if sometimes our conduck isn't all your fancy paints: Why, single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints; While it's Tommy this an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy fall be'ind," But it's "Please to walk in front, sir," when there's trouble in the wind. There's trouble in the wind, my boys, there's trouble in the wind, O it's "Please to walk in front, sir," when there's trouble in the wind. You talk o' better food for us, an' schools, an' fires, an' all: We'll wait for extry rations if you treat us rational. Don't mess about the cook-room slops, but prove it to our face The Widow's Uniform is not the soldier-man's disgrace. For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that an' "Chuck him out, the brute!" But it's "Saviour of his country," when the guns begins to shoot; Yes, it's Tommy this an' Tommy that, an' anything you please; But Tommy ain't a bloomin' fool - you bet that Tommy sees! - Rudyard Kipling

Stabbing yourself in the nipple with a poppy. Ouch! Next time, coffee first...

So I'm not quite sure if she's a blonde or a redhead... but I'm quite sure I don't care :)

Don't worry. The undead need not be an issue.

Racetrack boobies!

So... if you don't mind me asking... how many of these do you have in your collection? :)

So is this group just for talking about beautifully emboobened ladies, or can we post pics of them too?

New Model Army - Living In The Rose http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cUMjmjwAVs4

I love Touch's avatar, even though it freaks me out somewhat :)

Nick Cave was dating Polly Harvey when he was working on Murder Ballads, the album this one is from. So here she is, also singing about a rose, for bonus double-linkage and extra music-nerd points: PJ Harvey - The Last Living Rose