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Seeking an immaculate Z4 35is
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Imagine if you were so minded, that he/she/it/whatever, were to encounter a constable of the law, enquiring as to their observation, or lack of, of the prevailing speed restriction in force therewith!Pondrew said:So, on the face of it, we have a communist who writes like a 16th century baird, who wants a 35is?
OP, if you can't work PMs you'll never figure out an i-Drive
Imagine if this chap is for real, buys an E89 and then goes to a meet?
I don't care where it is; I'm coming
One would assume that the ensuing exchange of views may be be worth recording for posterity. :rofl:
FFS! I've caught it now. :headbang:
(Edit: One thing for sure.................it ain't Craig Pi to one decimal place
)The copper would just lamp him one.
Reminds me of the story of the yank lawyer pulled over by a bike cop in Glasgow for not coming to a halt at the stop sign.
Lawyer thinks he is too clever for the cop and patronisingly tells him he slowed down and there was no need to stop and asks the cop to explain the difference.
Cop takes out his baton and starts laying into the lawyer and says, "Now sir, would you like me to slow down or would you like me to stop?"
Reminds me of the story of the yank lawyer pulled over by a bike cop in Glasgow for not coming to a halt at the stop sign.
Lawyer thinks he is too clever for the cop and patronisingly tells him he slowed down and there was no need to stop and asks the cop to explain the difference.
Cop takes out his baton and starts laying into the lawyer and says, "Now sir, would you like me to slow down or would you like me to stop?"
Pondrew said:enuff_zed said:
It would appear, from the information gleaned from the aforementioned response that, indeed thou hast
I, for one, am ecstatic that I have not succumbed
I concur that you have not completely succumbed. As evidenced by putting the comma after 'that' instead of before it.
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enuff_zed said:Pondrew said:enuff_zed said:
It would appear from the information gleaned from the aforementioned response that, indeed, thou hast
I, for one, am ecstatic that I have not succumbed
I concur that you have not completely succumbed. As evidenced by putting the comma after 'that' instead of before it.
There. Changed it to be more grammatically satisfying.
Bloody ageing pedant...
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Pondrew said:You didn't specify which decimal place ffs! :x Be more specific in the expensive seats.
enuff_zed said:One thing for sure.................it ain't Craig Pi to one decimal place
I quite blatantly did old bean.
Never mind, you just concentrate on your commas.
Ok. I'll go away and revise. I'm bored now anyway.enuff_zed said:Pondrew said:You didn't specify which decimal place ffs! :x Be more specific in the expensive seats.
enuff_zed said:One thing for sure.................it ain't Craig Pi to one decimal place
I quite blatantly did old bean.
Never mind, you just concentrate on your commas.
E89lust said:
Dear Comrade E89lust and others of this Illustrious Forum,
To whom, I would confirm my return from my domicile within the utmost ethereality on the other side of the Universe, within a cyber dominion located one hundred leagues from the throne of Vulcan the God of Fire, of whom I hold the pantagruelian privilege of being his personal emissary upon this magnificent island of which William Shakespeare described in King Richard 11 Act 2 Scene 1 thus:
"This Royal Throne of Kings, this Sceptred Isle,
This Earth of Majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, this demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself -
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set within the Silver Sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall -
Or as a moat defensive of a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands;
This blessed plot, this earth, this Realm of England.
I would confirm that whilst having ruminated greatly upon the acquisition of an Teutonic Machine fired by the breath of Vulcan, and further endeavoured greatly within electronic transmissions via the auspices of this cyber platform, thus to engage and therefrom deploy the negotiating expertise of a prince of intermediaries, only to ultimately become cognizant that whilst the best efforts were deployed consuming an inordinate degree of cyber time, it was eventually to transpire that our joint endeavours were to fall upon stoney ground
Were I to be pressed further upon this matter I would do so with the greatest reluctance, even then would I not provide even the most exiguous degree of knowledge of whomsoever was the protagonist, thus to avoid him or her, sustaining even the minutest hint of reduction in his (or her) personal dignity. For it is not the purpose of my peregrinations as Vulcan's envoy, more particularly when from time to time I rest and pernoctate even though frequently it may be of an evanascent nature; neither would Vulcan be pleased were I to make attempts at proselytization. And so it is, that I venture forth in an paripatetic modus operandi,... perhaps even aleatory as I wend my way across the Very Face of Time itself, always carrying my leather bound grimoire, therefrom to transmogrify in an gentle, yet most empowered fashion, the wishes of Vulcan, and to whom I am obliged to make frequent reports; these are most usually presented to him in the form of an oblation.
Perhaps at such a time when I have fully recuperated from the most recently disappointing cyber sojourn and to once again become engaged within the potential acquisition of an BMW Z4 35is,... at which point I shall be far more circumspect with whom I engage and the manner in which the engagement will progress with an vendor of such a machine. Which, should it be destined and preordained by Vulcan that such an machine may fall within my tutelage, it would then hold the nomenclatural sobriquet of the 'Fire Child'. Certainly, such an aspect of potential anonymity is most unlikely to be found amidst destrier's. Indeed, but yesterday morning, on an peregrination into Wiltshire where I was destined to be set amongst many such children from the celestial forge of Vulcan; all of which had the capability of breathing the utmost in fire from their multi-cylinder orchestra's playing-out symphonies of the utmost aural pleasure for all who heard their plaintiff cry of such wonderful renditions, for example that of 'Handels Music for the Royal Fireworks'.
It may well prove to be the case as indeed some have already expounded that I may indeed be apocryphal. All this notwithstanding, I shall not countenance the merest hint of logomarchy, be they singular, multifarious, or catenated exemplars; therefrom designed to create aspects of either discord. or, and omnifarious discombobulations,
With kind regards,
Z4-MAD