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<Paddington extra hard stares>
Hard as nails me. Ouch!
apparently so hash, apparently so
*checks behind the sofa for lurking males*
no-one there
lol Kaz
Thanks guys. Harrumphing has now gone from a danger level of 5 (Vinnie Jones) to roughly 3 (hormonally stroppy Eastenders character on speed).
oh dear mouse, it's going to have to be a fight
grrrrrrrrrr
*bundles*
lol kazz
thank feck for that hash LOL
Anyone seen Colin?
GingerLoon -Life, dont talk to me ab... wrote (see)
lol you lot are mental lol
I've stuck by robbie all along I'll have you know
or was that wishful thinking
I see the Social has degenerated to a fist fight over men.
*When did you say the next one was *
No, no, no! Not fists. Naked mud wrestling if you please
lol Hash, my dad used to say this poem when we were kids..
One fine day in the middle of the night,
Two dead men got up to fight.
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other.
Is it any wonder I've turned out like this...
Poetry - excellent, a bit of lunchtime culture
*clears throat dramatically*
And what will you have? said the waiterPensively picking his noseTwo hard boild eggs you old bastard'Cos you can't stick your fingers in those
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<Paddington extra hard stares>
Hard as nails me. Ouch!
apparently so hash, apparently so
*checks behind the sofa for lurking males*
no-one there
lol Kaz
Thanks guys. Harrumphing has now gone from a danger level of 5 (Vinnie Jones) to roughly 3 (hormonally stroppy Eastenders character on speed).
oh dear mouse, it's going to have to be a fight
grrrrrrrrrr
*bundles*
lol kazz
thank feck for that hash LOL
Anyone seen Colin?
I've stuck by robbie all along I'll have you know
or was that wishful thinking
I see the Social has degenerated to a fist fight over men.
*When did you say the next one was *
I see the Social has degenerated to a fist fight over men.
No, no, no! Not fists. Naked mud wrestling if you please
lol Hash, my dad used to say this poem when we were kids..
One fine day in the middle of the night,
Two dead men got up to fight.
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other.
Is it any wonder I've turned out like this...
Poetry - excellent, a bit of lunchtime culture
*clears throat dramatically*
And what will you have? said the waiter
Pensively picking his nose
Two hard boild eggs you old bastard
'Cos you can't stick your fingers in those