Some bloke who turned up at Lopwell. He had x6 Ritchie coffee’s and ran off into the woods suffering from visions of the future.
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Was he there for a month?
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only after carbonised pies
Wonder why I read that as cannabis pies?
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Nostradamus may have predicted Lopwell but I have never heard of the Nostradanus fellow.
Prediction…You didn’t read last years thread…
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Anagram of Sound d’Astra.
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Desires:
Liverpool to finally win the Premier League.
Japan to win the Epsom Derby.
Predictions:
Massive drought in the south - taps to run dry.
Brexit to drag on for another year.
Trump to be impeached or assassinated.
Prediction: T May caught shagging B Johnson in the cabinet room
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Almost, but not quite
Labour to win general election
Boris new leader of Tories
Interest rate rise
More nhs staff shortages due to brexit
S’posed to be a prediction, not a miracle !
Autotune to be banned worldwide
No more cell phones or hand held devices to be allowed into concerts
The word Brexit to be banned after January
Trump finally builds a wall between Canada and the US
London abandons the congestion zone and hands out flowers to passing cars.
Payday loan sharks are limited to 15% above base rate
Tories split as a party and create two new parties, the 'We Are Not Labour, but we have their policies party" and the “Raving looney right wing kill them all party”
Life discovered on Mars.
Elon Musk has mental breakdown.
No Brexit.
New centre ground party formed out of wreckage of Conservative and Labour.
Trump impeached.
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Pete to build an amplifier so large he has to have his house underpinned and declare it to air traffic control.
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Guys destroys his own home during daggering research to prove his hypothesis.
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Wayward changes his name to ‘Chicory tits IV’
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Wax cylinder faff to usurp tape.
Coffee faff to be replaced with instant from a jar.
Lopwell to be relocated to HM Prison Winson Green.
Mince pies to fall out of favour and the latest obsession to be home made cuntry slices.
Laws passed banning the wearing of wanky overpriced shoes, and all offences fast tracked to custodial sentence.
Jeremy Corbyn to trap himself in parallax boredom loop between two mirrors.
James O’Brien to secretly convert to leave in a private ceremony.
Brexit to be cancelled on the basis that no one knows what the fuck to do with it.
Dogs will take over Portugal in a bloodless coup.
Radiohead to go missing and be declared dead after mass public searching comes to nothing. No one attends the funeral.
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I’ll settle for just that.
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2019 is the year of the pig. I foresee the need to up my pork consumption by 500% (approximately) while also predicting a total ban on Westminster Gammon.
This will be no problem with the power of Nduja - a miracle of Pork. It is nicely spicy and SPREADABLE! All Pizza’s and pasta’s have all been dosed to good effect over the last couple of months. Choritzo has been eclipsed.
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No predictions, just desires.
Lou will finally get her (successful) operation.
Sunderland will win promotion to The Championship.
I’ll find a Rockport Sirius III for £500 on eBay (and it won’t be a scam!)
Moar pigs will be slaughtered on Fetlar for me to eat.
I’ll finally complete the fucking music room and be able to host a bake off (and there will be enough maniacs on here that are willing and able to attend)
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