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Post by Mrs H on Sept 19, 2006 13:02:29 GMT -1
Noakesy's dog like the fanny then Ninj? Sod the dog the squirrel don't mind some (3/1 that mrs squirrel knows I have commented on another woman in a sexual way) Why is she some sort of Clingon?
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Post by Ninja Squirrel on Sept 19, 2006 13:03:42 GMT -1
Sod the dog the squirrel don't mind some (3/1 that mrs squirrel knows I have commented on another woman in a sexual way) Why is she some sort of Clingon? She has a sixth sense about these things
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Post by Mrs H on Sept 19, 2006 13:05:00 GMT -1
Why is she some sort of Clingon? She has a sixth sense about these things Perhaps she smells your fear Ninj. Are you a victim of abuse at home?
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Post by Ninja Squirrel on Sept 19, 2006 13:06:21 GMT -1
She has a sixth sense about these things Perhaps she smells your fear Ninj. Are you a victim of abuse at home? well if you count me saying it was bollocks that she ever did kick boxing, then she kicked me in the head to prove it
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Post by Mrs H on Sept 19, 2006 13:12:56 GMT -1
Ninj regretted his comment about the bedroom fanny.
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Post by Mrs H on Sept 19, 2006 13:19:11 GMT -1
Ninj was prepared for Mrs Squirrel's next attack
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Post by Roaster©®™ on Sept 19, 2006 14:36:50 GMT -1
Not only did Sterland find an economical and 'green' alternative method of transport - but it also help to create the ULTIMATE 10p rolling floor!! He we see him running through the process with his new 'driver'[/i]
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Post by Roaster©®™ on Sept 19, 2006 14:37:36 GMT -1
As the argument between the driver and the lead singer grew more heated, the real reason why GT was thrown off the tour bus became apparent. "For fucks sake you could see he was bladdered but to let him navigate.......!![/i]
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Post by Mrs H on Sept 19, 2006 14:38:53 GMT -1
Afternoon Ro
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Post by Roaster©®™ on Sept 19, 2006 14:40:38 GMT -1
"Fuck," fumed Gresley! "If I'd swapped the Shilton gloves as a pair I'd have got the whole Storm-Trooper outfit. Still, bet I don't as much as a dick as the 'one-gloved goalie!"[/i]
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Post by Roaster©®™ on Sept 19, 2006 14:41:23 GMT -1
Afternoon MrsH. Hows things?
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Post by Mrs H on Sept 19, 2006 14:42:52 GMT -1
Afternoon MrsH. Hows things? Just counting the minutes until I can go home. How's you?
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Post by Mrs H on Sept 19, 2006 14:44:08 GMT -1
GT had a strange smoke filled dream that he was James Bond...
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Post by Roaster©®™ on Sept 19, 2006 14:48:37 GMT -1
Pissed off with Peter's constant and inappropriate mis-use of Governement Internet Services, Embassy officials show him to his new workstation.[/i]
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Post by Roaster©®™ on Sept 19, 2006 14:50:33 GMT -1
Afternoon MrsH. Hows things? Just counting the minutes until I can go home. How's you? Was sent from work with a streaming cold! Well to avoid clocking up anything on my sickness record I waited till 2.30pm before flexing off. I'm now snuggled up at home supping Brandy and hot-water.
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Post by Roaster©®™ on Sept 19, 2006 14:52:30 GMT -1
As RNBO bookings at The Vine grew an anxious landlord soon agreed to the shared-bathroom conversions as suggested by Gresley "There's no way Peter's gonna be shitting in MY bidet!"![/i]
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Post by Roaster©®™ on Sept 19, 2006 14:53:04 GMT -1
Unable to locate a bread-wrapper Peter mugged little Heidi Blass and her mother for their "Bubble-Magic Kit"![/i]
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Post by Roaster©®™ on Sept 19, 2006 14:55:18 GMT -1
GT decided he didn't want a lift on the tour bus anyway. He fancied some exercise instead[/i]
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Post by Mrs H on Sept 19, 2006 14:55:37 GMT -1
Ro takes a small medicinal brandy to help with his pain!
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Post by Roaster©®™ on Sept 19, 2006 14:59:21 GMT -1
Better sup it quick - before Gresley finds out I nicked his glass ;D
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