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At the risk of joining the bandwaggon: Sorbus aria. Sent from my Galaxy arse using Tapatalk 2

It was advertised in the forestry journal a couple of months ago. The closing date for application was the 20th April.

This did raise a chuckle: Sweet Baby Jesus deliver me from this torment 30 April 2012 By Lee Possessing as I do a genital cluster that bears an uncanny resemblance (and indeed aroma) to Chewbacca's armpit, I decided to purchase this product. Upon applying the creme to my tassel and conkers, I was taken aback by a sudden and disturbing gasping noise, followed by a sound that I can only describe as the horrific howlings from Satan's own Hell Hound, Cerberus. As I whirled around to view the source of the noise, I perchanced to glance in the bathroom mirror, and, seeing my own mouth stretched agape in a terrible rictus of agony, I deduced the sound was coming from me. My eyes widening with mounting horror, I surveyed the damage occurring to my sausage and beans with no small sense of panic. My pubes were actually bubbling and fizzing, in much the same way they might if one of James Cameron's Aliens had just sprayed their acid blood upon them. There were no swear words strong enough to adequately describe the agony, and in my delirium I began making them up. I don't recall exactly what I screamed, but I'm fairly sure the entirely-new expletive "funting" was employed. With as much haste as I could muster I hobbled into the shower and applied cooling water to the conflagration in my crotch, which only served to spread the napalm to my perineum. I am not a church-going man but as I felt the flaming horror trickle across that tender inch of no-man's land, I confess that I prayed aloud to Jesus and his host of angels that the advancing agony would not stray into my buttonhole. However, my prayers went unheeded, and as I felt the liquid inferno sizzle its way into my most private of eyes, I lost consciousness, but not before grabbing the shower curtain and collapsing, in a disturbing echo of that famous scene from Hitchcock's "Psycho". Although believe me, being hacked to death by Norman Bates in a dress would have been a walk in the park compared to the searing agony I endured that fateful day. 118 out of 122 found this helpful Maybe a bottle of this for the person scoring the lowest in the axe throwing at the arb show.

Oh dear what have i let myself in for. I have just the rules and regulations for the 5 elements, only a few......... 32 pages This going to be an interesting day

They are not as refined as the alaskan, but they are less than half the price. I have had mine for 2 years, and i now have a large stack of interesting milled timber. Some of which is being used in the kitchen units that i am building. I have not used the alaskan so i can not compare, but i can not think of any major problems with it.

Thankyou very much. It is good to learn something new every day. Sent from my GT-S5830 using Tapatalk 2

I hope that is secured to the ground well, other wise it will be taking itself for a walk. Good work, nice touch with the real antlers. Sent from my Galaxy arse using Tapatalk 2

Please enlighten a fool, wot be T/R ? Sent from my Galaxy arse using Tapatalk 2

I like the cut of the fruit of the loom, it seam to cover everything without being too tight. Sent from my Galaxy arse using Tapatalk 2

Judging by felling today, i have got no hope Sent from my Galaxy arse using Tapatalk 2

Who makes the best ? Sent from my Galaxy arse using Tapatalk 2

It must be good as people can not tell if it is before or after. Good work Sent from my Galaxy arse using Tapatalk 2

All was quiet in the deep dark, the mouse saw the carving and the carving looked good. Sent from my Galaxy arse using Tapatalk 2

You have not got the driver in cab for a racing start Sent from my Galaxy arse using Tapatalk 2

Modest as ever Tim Sent from my Galaxy arse using Tapatalk 2

Show box i used to dream of a shoe box.........

Just found out i have a place in the novice section. Any one else on here taking part or going to watch (a hairy fool make a compete hash of it) ? It is on the 12th of May in the back end of nowhere (mid Wales)

A bit of T cut and it will be as good as new

I do most of my forestry on my own, felling and extraction. All the small tree climbing work i do on my own, and bring in subbies for the bigger jobs. I do not push the limits when i am on my own, and take it steddy. I have managed to freek my self out a number of times working in the woods. Twice getting lost, and once in a white out as it was getting dark. A stern talking to myself, retracing my steps, soon got me out.

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Baa mere baubles, wot you need is a pig ugly man sized one.

Silky because i can not fault them. Sent from my Galaxy arse using Tapatalk 2

Just looking at the bark, Robinia

we want more pictures............ pleaseeeeeeee.

I like the comment at the start about 'this is the tree that is going to take out the building, groundies, and climbers' I am glad that the trees in Pembrokeshire don't get that big.