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Post by MOLEY on May 24, 2012 3:38:56 GMT -5
The sound of Harley Davidson ride on lawn mower  The sound of someone being sick on the carpet or pavement (Not the sound of someone standing on a crisp packet that's different) The Guilotine going down on a head (in films) |
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Post by philipkduck on May 24, 2012 4:00:44 GMT -5
Me on the toilet.
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Post by StormInateacup on May 24, 2012 4:08:34 GMT -5
A football crowd headed for the train....esp after the match when their side has won.
That high pitched squealy thing young girls do to express excitement or happiness.
Boy band four part harmonies.
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Post by philipkduck on May 24, 2012 4:48:06 GMT -5
Sheep singing Christmas carols in May.
(That's what it sounds like to me anyway. I wish they would shut up or go somewhere else.)
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Post by StormInateacup on May 24, 2012 5:40:14 GMT -5
That hideous cat from down the road fucking under my kitchen window. Making more little bird killers I need to leave paracetamol flavoured milk out for.
Why the fuck the progenitor never takes the milk I cannot fathom.
I can hear it now.
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Post by bigwillybear on May 24, 2012 6:52:53 GMT -5
The sound of crisp notes leaving my wallet. Ughhh!
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Post by philipkduck on May 24, 2012 7:38:52 GMT -5
The sound of crisp notes leaving my wallet. Ughhh! The only note you ever had in your wallet is the one that says I owe P.K.Duck £2.50. Another horrible noise is you attempting human speech. Baa bla bleh bleurgh blurr bllobba lobba lobba. That's you being deep and meaningful. That's your Royal Institution Christmas Lecture that is. |
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Post by bigwillybear on May 24, 2012 7:40:13 GMT -5
Kiss goodbye to your £2.50
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Post by Jenne on May 24, 2012 7:43:12 GMT -5
The sound of the tree rats on our roof followed by our dogs howling and growling at 3 a.m. to go outside and yell and at them.
Swear to fucking gawd I'm getting that damned bark off.
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2012 9:25:07 GMT -5
This weird scratching noise in my ceiling.
I don't know that I want to know what it is and I am not goin gin that sorry crawlspace excuse of an attic.
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