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Post by Shippers on Jul 19, 2007 7:44:20 GMT -1
...of conspiratorial whisperings.
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Post by C@V on Jul 19, 2007 7:44:56 GMT -1
Alpacca makes for very nice jumpers.
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Post by jh1980 on Jul 19, 2007 7:48:54 GMT -1
I have a scarf made from baby alpaca wool
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Post by C@V on Jul 19, 2007 7:49:40 GMT -1
Does it make for a cosy Adams apple?
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Post by Shippers on Jul 19, 2007 7:52:08 GMT -1
why are you asking about Jules' apples?
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Post by jh1980 on Jul 19, 2007 7:53:03 GMT -1
Does it make for a cosy Adams apple? Yes and it is a delicate shade of rust! Looks exceedingly good with a long black coat on romantic walks by the river in late autumn... That's enough imagery for now.
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Post by C@V on Jul 19, 2007 7:55:44 GMT -1
Does it make for a cosy Adams apple? Yes and it is a delicate shade of rust! Looks exceedingly good with a long black coat on romantic walks by the river in late autumn... That's enough imagery for now. With the delightful crunch of leaves under foot and the crisp air filling your lungs?
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Post by Shippers on Jul 19, 2007 7:57:05 GMT -1
What the hell is going on?
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Post by jh1980 on Jul 19, 2007 8:00:57 GMT -1
With the delightful crunch of leaves under foot and the crisp air filling your lungs? Yes, that sort of thing. And a comely woman, her arm in mine, rosiness spreading across her cheeks as she laughs clearly and musically at whatever witticism I may utter... *Don't call me back Shippers, I'm happier here...* ;D
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Post by Shippers on Jul 19, 2007 8:03:24 GMT -1
OH man!
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Post by Neko Bazu on Jul 19, 2007 8:03:43 GMT -1
With the delightful crunch of leaves under foot and the crisp air filling your lungs? Yes, that sort of thing. And a comely woman, her arm in mine, rosiness spreading across her cheeks as she laughs clearly and musically at whatever witticism I may utter... *Don't call me back Shippers, I'm happier here...* ;D Until she begins choking on the smoke from your cigarette, reaching for her inhaler with the baleful glare of a wounded puppy... ;D
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Post by C@V on Jul 19, 2007 8:04:24 GMT -1
And the little Robin Red Breast forages in the leaves as the sun light breaks over the tree tops, warming the ground and creating autumn mists! **sigh**
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Post by thales on Jul 19, 2007 8:04:31 GMT -1
*violins playing in background*
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Post by Shippers on Jul 19, 2007 8:06:00 GMT -1
Judith Chalmers Bum Hole!
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Post by jh1980 on Jul 19, 2007 8:09:01 GMT -1
Until she begins choking on the smoke from your cigarette, reaching for her inhaler with the baleful glare of a wounded puppy... ;D You know, if she's asthmatic she wouldn't be able to keep up with me in the first place! ;D Besides I might quit... specially if I found a good woman, whom I should not wish to choke with my secondhand fumage!
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Post by jh1980 on Jul 19, 2007 8:09:39 GMT -1
Judith Chalmers Bum Hole! You sick, sick puppy!
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Post by C@V on Jul 19, 2007 8:11:56 GMT -1
minky
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Post by Shippers on Jul 19, 2007 8:12:29 GMT -1
Judith Chalmers Bum Hole! You sick, sick puppy! something had to be done - desperate times call for desperate measures.
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Post by jh1980 on Jul 19, 2007 8:18:02 GMT -1
You sick, sick puppy! something had to be done - desperate times call for desperate measures. Ah Shippers... do you not see the beauty in an abandoned dockyard, dust whistling between cobbles? A solitary streetlight, flickering. The panorama of stars...
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Post by Neko Bazu on Jul 19, 2007 8:18:37 GMT -1
You sick, sick puppy! something had to be done - desperate times call for desperate measures. Timmy Mallet?
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