Please read......
 

For old times' sake
Dont let your enmity live
For old times' sake,
Say you'll forget and forgive -
Life's too short to quarrel,
Hearts too precious to break
Shake hands and let us be friends,
For old times' sake

:)

got to say i'm very much of the:

"revenge is a dish best served cold" notion.

but the romantic view above is great in a perfect world.

Dickie - some times I would totally agree with you:devil:

and at other times, the olive branch is best to be shown:)

yep i totally agree.

but i've cut down all my olive tree's to make baseball bats from them.:D

:lol::lol::lol::lol:

you are totally incorrigible:lol:

But at least he is leaving them in their natural state and not suggesting that we stick spikes in the end, ec

Is there something going on in the background we don't know about? :sing:

Weeksy has been back on - but the posts have gone now - at least I think that's what its about!

I didnt know that Steve:o - missed whatever went on, by working......



Actually, I saw the poem earlier today - and sent it to a person that had fallen out with me quite a while ago.

About an hour after sending it, they got in contact & we have arranged to meet up for a drink:)

I'm with Dickie - kill them and stick their body in a lime bath.

;)

now that i like, classic:lol:

Blimey - I wouldnt like to fall out with you lot!:o:o

and if i did, I'd have to get some race tactics into my head, so I could out-ride you all!:P:P:P

Group hug!

Poofs! Cut bits of the olive tree in small spikes, and shove them under each finger and toe nail.

Then light them......................:devil:

Ignore them C :lol::lol:

Seriously - good sentiment.

I'm out of olive branches and now can't be arsed to be honest .... those that like me in this life do, those that don't, I couldn't really care much about .... thats DSC or not ..... lifes too short to worry about them .....

That's nice, wanna borrow my crowbar?

Totally agree mate.

Stick a bat up their nightdress................:lol:

One evening in October, when I was one-third sober,
An' taking home a ‘load' with manly pride;
My poor feet began to stutter, so I lay down in the gutter,
And a pig came up an' lay down by my side;
Then we sang ‘It's all fair weather when good fellows get together,'
Till a lady passing by was heard to say:
‘You can tell a man who "boozes" by the company he chooses'
And the pig got up and slowly walked away.

I think I've had her before too :lol:

Some times it is far better to bury the hatchet :devil:

Right between their eyes! Or in the heart, through the sternum!!

I agree ;)

Is that part of a song?

Absoloutly superb:lol::lol::lol::lol:

Same here

Rip their heads of and pi55 in their skulls I say-but then I AM a Montgomery..........:devil:

John

yeah pis s off trouble!!!(no offence)