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No. He died. He have heart attack and fell out of window onto exploding bomb. :rose:

He's not quote dead! He's getting better!

But if he's not dead, what's he doing in a coffin?

Well, he will be soon, he's very ill.

Yes, well this is not at all uncommon...is that 'We're all going to the zoo tomorrow?' :scared:

if it were from the zoo, it'd have "property of the zoo" stamped on it.

No, they breed in the sewers! And eventually you get evil-smelling flocks of huge soiled budgies flying out of people's lavatories.

I clean out public lavatories. After five years they give me a brush

Oh! Oh well, in that case, I'll be saying goodbye then, sir...Goodbye then, sir... :outtahere:

Farewell, sweet Concorde! You shall not have died in vain!

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No. He died. He have heart attack and fell out of window onto exploding bomb. :rose:

He's not quote dead! He's getting better!

But if he's not dead, what's he doing in a coffin?

Well, he will be soon, he's very ill.

Yes, well this is not at all uncommon...is that 'We're all going to the zoo tomorrow?' :scared:

if it were from the zoo, it'd have "property of the zoo" stamped on it.

No, they breed in the sewers! And eventually you get evil-smelling flocks of huge soiled budgies flying out of people's lavatories.

I clean out public lavatories. After five years they give me a brush

Oh! Oh well, in that case, I'll be saying goodbye then, sir...Goodbye then, sir... :outtahere:

Farewell, sweet Concorde! You shall not have died in vain!

Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore,

Galloping through the sward,

Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore,

And his horse Concorde.

He steals from the rich and

Gives to the poor.

Mr Moore, Mr Moore, Mr Moore.

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No. He died. He have heart attack and fell out of window onto exploding bomb. :rose:

He's not quote dead! He's getting better!

But if he's not dead, what's he doing in a coffin?

Well, he will be soon, he's very ill.

Yes, well this is not at all uncommon...is that 'We're all going to the zoo tomorrow?' :scared:

if it were from the zoo, it'd have "property of the zoo" stamped on it.

No, they breed in the sewers! And eventually you get evil-smelling flocks of huge soiled budgies flying out of people's lavatories.

I clean out public lavatories. After five years they give me a brush

Oh! Oh well, in that case, I'll be saying goodbye then, sir...Goodbye then, sir... :outtahere:

Farewell, sweet Concorde! You shall not have died in vain!

Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore,

Galloping through the sward,

Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore,

And his horse Concorde.

He steals from the rich and

Gives to the poor.

Mr Moore, Mr Moore, Mr Moore.

Stop that, stop that, you're not going to do a song while I'm here.

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No. He died. He have heart attack and fell out of window onto exploding bomb. :rose:

He's not quote dead! He's getting better!

But if he's not dead, what's he doing in a coffin?

Well, he will be soon, he's very ill.

Yes, well this is not at all uncommon...is that 'We're all going to the zoo tomorrow?' :scared:

if it were from the zoo, it'd have "property of the zoo" stamped on it.

No, they breed in the sewers! And eventually you get evil-smelling flocks of huge soiled budgies flying out of people's lavatories.

I clean out public lavatories. After five years they give me a brush

Oh! Oh well, in that case, I'll be saying goodbye then, sir...Goodbye then, sir... :outtahere:

Farewell, sweet Concorde! You shall not have died in vain!

Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore,

Galloping through the sward,

Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore,

And his horse Concorde.

He steals from the rich and

Gives to the poor.

Mr Moore, Mr Moore, Mr Moore.

Stop that, stop that, you're not going to do a song while I'm here.

He's in one of his bleeding moods. :scared: He's like a little child sometimes.
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No. He died. He have heart attack and fell out of window onto exploding bomb. :rose:

He's not quote dead! He's getting better!

But if he's not dead, what's he doing in a coffin?

Well, he will be soon, he's very ill.

Yes, well this is not at all uncommon...is that 'We're all going to the zoo tomorrow?' :scared:

if it were from the zoo, it'd have "property of the zoo" stamped on it.

No, they breed in the sewers! And eventually you get evil-smelling flocks of huge soiled budgies flying out of people's lavatories.

I clean out public lavatories. After five years they give me a brush

Oh! Oh well, in that case, I'll be saying goodbye then, sir...Goodbye then, sir... :outtahere:

Farewell, sweet Concorde! You shall not have died in vain!

Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore,

Galloping through the sward,

Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore,

And his horse Concorde.

He steals from the rich and

Gives to the poor.

Mr Moore, Mr Moore, Mr Moore.

Stop that, stop that, you're not going to do a song while I'm here.

He's in one of his bleeding moods. :scared: He's like a little child sometimes.

I could stamp my little feet the way those Administrators carry on
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No. He died. He have heart attack and fell out of window onto exploding bomb. :rose:

He's not quote dead! He's getting better!

But if he's not dead, what's he doing in a coffin?

Well, he will be soon, he's very ill.

Yes, well this is not at all uncommon...is that 'We're all going to the zoo tomorrow?' :scared:

if it were from the zoo, it'd have "property of the zoo" stamped on it.

No, they breed in the sewers! And eventually you get evil-smelling flocks of huge soiled budgies flying out of people's lavatories.

I clean out public lavatories. After five years they give me a brush

Oh! Oh well, in that case, I'll be saying goodbye then, sir...Goodbye then, sir... :outtahere:

Farewell, sweet Concorde! You shall not have died in vain!

Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore,

Galloping through the sward,

Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore,

And his horse Concorde.

He steals from the rich and

Gives to the poor.

Mr Moore, Mr Moore, Mr Moore.

Stop that, stop that, you're not going to do a song while I'm here.

He's in one of his bleeding moods. :scared: He's like a little child sometimes.

I could stamp my little feet the way those Administrators carry on

Shut up you silly bitch, it was only a bit of fun.

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No. He died. He have heart attack and fell out of window onto exploding bomb. :rose:

He's not quote dead! He's getting better!

But if he's not dead, what's he doing in a coffin?

Well, he will be soon, he's very ill.

Yes, well this is not at all uncommon...is that 'We're all going to the zoo tomorrow?' :scared:

if it were from the zoo, it'd have "property of the zoo" stamped on it.

No, they breed in the sewers! And eventually you get evil-smelling flocks of huge soiled budgies flying out of people's lavatories.

I clean out public lavatories. After five years they give me a brush

Oh! Oh well, in that case, I'll be saying goodbye then, sir...Goodbye then, sir... :outtahere:

Farewell, sweet Concorde! You shall not have died in vain!

Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore,

Galloping through the sward,

Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore,

And his horse Concorde.

He steals from the rich and

Gives to the poor.

Mr Moore, Mr Moore, Mr Moore.

Stop that, stop that, you're not going to do a song while I'm here.

He's in one of his bleeding moods. :scared: He's like a little child sometimes.

I could stamp my little feet the way those Administrators carry on

Shut up you silly bitch, it was only a bit of fun.

This is fun, isn't it? Look. I'm sorry if I'm interrupting anything that any of you may be doing at home, but I want you to think of me as an old queen.
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No. He died. He have heart attack and fell out of window onto exploding bomb. :rose:

He's not quote dead! He's getting better!

But if he's not dead, what's he doing in a coffin?

Well, he will be soon, he's very ill.

Yes, well this is not at all uncommon...is that 'We're all going to the zoo tomorrow?' :scared:

if it were from the zoo, it'd have "property of the zoo" stamped on it.

No, they breed in the sewers! And eventually you get evil-smelling flocks of huge soiled budgies flying out of people's lavatories.

I clean out public lavatories. After five years they give me a brush

Oh! Oh well, in that case, I'll be saying goodbye then, sir...Goodbye then, sir... :outtahere:

Farewell, sweet Concorde! You shall not have died in vain!

Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore,

Galloping through the sward,

Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore,

And his horse Concorde.

He steals from the rich and

Gives to the poor.

Mr Moore, Mr Moore, Mr Moore.

Stop that, stop that, you're not going to do a song while I'm here.

He's in one of his bleeding moods. :scared: He's like a little child sometimes.

I could stamp my little feet the way those Administrators carry on

Shut up you silly bitch, it was only a bit of fun.

This is fun, isn't it? Look. I'm sorry if I'm interrupting anything that any of you may be doing at home, but I want you to think of me as an old queen.

Good lad. Stout fellow, salt of the Earth, backbone of Canada. :coy:
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No. He died. He have heart attack and fell out of window onto exploding bomb. :rose:

He's not quote dead! He's getting better!

But if he's not dead, what's he doing in a coffin?

Well, he will be soon, he's very ill.

Yes, well this is not at all uncommon...is that 'We're all going to the zoo tomorrow?' :scared:

if it were from the zoo, it'd have "property of the zoo" stamped on it.

No, they breed in the sewers! And eventually you get evil-smelling flocks of huge soiled budgies flying out of people's lavatories.

I clean out public lavatories. After five years they give me a brush

Oh! Oh well, in that case, I'll be saying goodbye then, sir...Goodbye then, sir... :outtahere:

Farewell, sweet Concorde! You shall not have died in vain!

Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore,

Galloping through the sward,

Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore,

And his horse Concorde.

He steals from the rich and

Gives to the poor.

Mr Moore, Mr Moore, Mr Moore.

Stop that, stop that, you're not going to do a song while I'm here.

He's in one of his bleeding moods. :scared: He's like a little child sometimes.

I could stamp my little feet the way those Administrators carry on

Shut up you silly bitch, it was only a bit of fun.

This is fun, isn't it? Look. I'm sorry if I'm interrupting anything that any of you may be doing at home, but I want you to think of me as an old queen.

Good lad. Stout fellow, salt of the Earth, backbone of Canada. :coy:

He is someone whose boots I would gladly lick clean until holes wore through my tongue, a man who is so totally and utterly wonderful, that I would rather be sealed in a pit of my own filth, than dare tread on the same stage with him.

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No. He died. He have heart attack and fell out of window onto exploding bomb. :rose:

He's not quote dead! He's getting better!

But if he's not dead, what's he doing in a coffin?

Well, he will be soon, he's very ill.

Yes, well this is not at all uncommon...is that 'We're all going to the zoo tomorrow?' :scared:

if it were from the zoo, it'd have "property of the zoo" stamped on it.

No, they breed in the sewers! And eventually you get evil-smelling flocks of huge soiled budgies flying out of people's lavatories.

I clean out public lavatories. After five years they give me a brush

Oh! Oh well, in that case, I'll be saying goodbye then, sir...Goodbye then, sir... :outtahere:

Farewell, sweet Concorde! You shall not have died in vain!

Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore,

Galloping through the sward,

Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore,

And his horse Concorde.

He steals from the rich and

Gives to the poor.

Mr Moore, Mr Moore, Mr Moore.

Stop that, stop that, you're not going to do a song while I'm here.

He's in one of his bleeding moods. :scared: He's like a little child sometimes.

I could stamp my little feet the way those Administrators carry on

Shut up you silly bitch, it was only a bit of fun.

This is fun, isn't it? Look. I'm sorry if I'm interrupting anything that any of you may be doing at home, but I want you to think of me as an old queen.

Good lad. Stout fellow, salt of the Earth, backbone of Canada. :coy:

He is someone whose boots I would gladly lick clean until holes wore through my tongue, a man who is so totally and utterly wonderful, that I would rather be sealed in a pit of my own filth, than dare tread on the same stage with him.

his best friend is a tree, and in his spare time he's a stockbroker.
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No. He died. He have heart attack and fell out of window onto exploding bomb. :rose:

He's not quote dead! He's getting better!

But if he's not dead, what's he doing in a coffin?

Well, he will be soon, he's very ill.

Yes, well this is not at all uncommon...is that 'We're all going to the zoo tomorrow?' :scared:

if it were from the zoo, it'd have "property of the zoo" stamped on it.

No, they breed in the sewers! And eventually you get evil-smelling flocks of huge soiled budgies flying out of people's lavatories.

I clean out public lavatories. After five years they give me a brush

Oh! Oh well, in that case, I'll be saying goodbye then, sir...Goodbye then, sir... :outtahere:

Farewell, sweet Concorde! You shall not have died in vain!

Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore,

Galloping through the sward,

Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore,

And his horse Concorde.

He steals from the rich and

Gives to the poor.

Mr Moore, Mr Moore, Mr Moore.

Stop that, stop that, you're not going to do a song while I'm here.

He's in one of his bleeding moods. :scared: He's like a little child sometimes.

I could stamp my little feet the way those Administrators carry on

Shut up you silly bitch, it was only a bit of fun.

This is fun, isn't it? Look. I'm sorry if I'm interrupting anything that any of you may be doing at home, but I want you to think of me as an old queen.

Good lad. Stout fellow, salt of the Earth, backbone of Canada. :coy:

He is someone whose boots I would gladly lick clean until holes wore through my tongue, a man who is so totally and utterly wonderful, that I would rather be sealed in a pit of my own filth, than dare tread on the same stage with him.

his best friend is a tree, and in his spare time he's a stockbroker.

What, that tree there? The big beech with the sort of bare branch coming out of the top left? :eh:
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his best friend is a tree, and in his spare time he's a stockbroker.

What, that tree there? The big beech with the sort of bare branch coming out of the top left? :eh:

Blackhawk...do you think you could recognize a larch tree?

He cuts down trees, He eats his lunch,

He goes to the lavatory.

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his best friend is a tree, and in his spare time he's a stockbroker.

What, that tree there? The big beech with the sort of bare branch coming out of the top left? :eh:

Blackhawk...do you think you could recognize a larch tree?

He cuts down trees, He eats his lunch,

He goes to the lavatory.

Good Lord, you're not suggesting we should tax...poo poo's? :scared:
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his best friend is a tree, and in his spare time he's a stockbroker.

What, that tree there? The big beech with the sort of bare branch coming out of the top left? :eh:

Blackhawk...do you think you could recognize a larch tree?

He cuts down trees, He eats his lunch,

He goes to the lavatory.

Good Lord, you're not suggesting we should tax...poo poo's? :scared:

No, II thought you were complaining about the music!

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his best friend is a tree, and in his spare time he's a stockbroker.

What, that tree there? The big beech with the sort of bare branch coming out of the top left? :eh:

Blackhawk...do you think you could recognize a larch tree?

He cuts down trees, He eats his lunch,

He goes to the lavatory.

Good Lord, you're not suggesting we should tax...poo poo's? :scared:

No, II thought you were complaining about the music!

If you complain nothing happens ... you might just as well not bother.
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his best friend is a tree, and in his spare time he's a stockbroker.

What, that tree there? The big beech with the sort of bare branch coming out of the top left? :eh:

Blackhawk...do you think you could recognize a larch tree?

He cuts down trees, He eats his lunch,

He goes to the lavatory.

Good Lord, you're not suggesting we should tax...poo poo's? :scared:

No, II thought you were complaining about the music!

If you complain nothing happens ... you might just as well not bother.

Don't worry. I've...I've brought you something. :rose: :rose: :rose: Lupins!
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his best friend is a tree, and in his spare time he's a stockbroker.

What, that tree there? The big beech with the sort of bare branch coming out of the top left? :eh:

Blackhawk...do you think you could recognize a larch tree?

He cuts down trees, He eats his lunch,

He goes to the lavatory.

Good Lord, you're not suggesting we should tax...poo poo's? :scared:

No, II thought you were complaining about the music!

If you complain nothing happens ... you might just as well not bother.

Don't worry. I've...I've brought you something. :rose: :rose: :rose: Lupins!

And pretty begonias, irises, freesias and cry-manthesums. Then arrange them NICELY in a vase! GET IN! GET IN!

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his best friend is a tree, and in his spare time he's a stockbroker.

What, that tree there? The big beech with the sort of bare branch coming out of the top left? :eh:

Blackhawk...do you think you could recognize a larch tree?

He cuts down trees, He eats his lunch,

He goes to the lavatory.

Good Lord, you're not suggesting we should tax...poo poo's? :scared:

No, II thought you were complaining about the music!

If you complain nothing happens ... you might just as well not bother.

Don't worry. I've...I've brought you something. :rose: :rose: :rose: Lupins!

And pretty begonias, irises, freesias and cry-manthesums. Then arrange them NICELY in a vase! GET IN! GET IN!

Anything goes in.

Anything goes out!

Fish, bananas, old pyjamas,

Mutton! Beef! and Trout!

Anything goes in ...

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his best friend is a tree, and in his spare time he's a stockbroker.

What, that tree there? The big beech with the sort of bare branch coming out of the top left? :eh:

Blackhawk...do you think you could recognize a larch tree?

He cuts down trees, He eats his lunch,

He goes to the lavatory.

Good Lord, you're not suggesting we should tax...poo poo's? :scared:

No, II thought you were complaining about the music!

If you complain nothing happens ... you might just as well not bother.

Don't worry. I've...I've brought you something. :rose: :rose: :rose: Lupins!

And pretty begonias, irises, freesias and cry-manthesums. Then arrange them NICELY in a vase! GET IN! GET IN!

Anything goes in.

Anything goes out!

Fish, bananas, old pyjamas,

Mutton! Beef! and Trout!

Anything goes in ...

He must have died while carving it. :( Perhaps he was dictating. :)
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his best friend is a tree, and in his spare time he's a stockbroker.

What, that tree there? The big beech with the sort of bare branch coming out of the top left? :eh:

Blackhawk...do you think you could recognize a larch tree?

He cuts down trees, He eats his lunch,

He goes to the lavatory.

Good Lord, you're not suggesting we should tax...poo poo's? :scared:

No, II thought you were complaining about the music!

If you complain nothing happens ... you might just as well not bother.

Don't worry. I've...I've brought you something. :rose: :rose: :rose: Lupins!

And pretty begonias, irises, freesias and cry-manthesums. Then arrange them NICELY in a vase! GET IN! GET IN!

Anything goes in.

Anything goes out!

Fish, bananas, old pyjamas,

Mutton! Beef! and Trout!

Anything goes in ...

He must have died while carving it. :( Perhaps he was dictating. :)

What have we been doing wasting our lives with all this nonsense? Right, okay, meeting adjourned forever.

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his best friend is a tree, and in his spare time he's a stockbroker.

What, that tree there? The big beech with the sort of bare branch coming out of the top left? :eh:

Blackhawk...do you think you could recognize a larch tree?

He cuts down trees, He eats his lunch,

He goes to the lavatory.

Good Lord, you're not suggesting we should tax...poo poo's? :scared:

No, II thought you were complaining about the music!

If you complain nothing happens ... you might just as well not bother.

Don't worry. I've...I've brought you something. :rose: :rose: :rose: Lupins!

And pretty begonias, irises, freesias and cry-manthesums. Then arrange them NICELY in a vase! GET IN! GET IN!

Anything goes in.

Anything goes out!

Fish, bananas, old pyjamas,

Mutton! Beef! and Trout!

Anything goes in ...

He must have died while carving it. :( Perhaps he was dictating. :)

What have we been doing wasting our lives with all this nonsense? Right, okay, meeting adjourned forever.

But if any of you could put in a word for me, I'd sit at the back and not get in anyone's way. :ph34r:
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his best friend is a tree, and in his spare time he's a stockbroker.

What, that tree there? The big beech with the sort of bare branch coming out of the top left? :eh:

Blackhawk...do you think you could recognize a larch tree?

He cuts down trees, He eats his lunch,

He goes to the lavatory.

Good Lord, you're not suggesting we should tax...poo poo's? :scared:

No, II thought you were complaining about the music!

If you complain nothing happens ... you might just as well not bother.

Don't worry. I've...I've brought you something. :rose: :rose: :rose: Lupins!

And pretty begonias, irises, freesias and cry-manthesums. Then arrange them NICELY in a vase! GET IN! GET IN!

Anything goes in.

Anything goes out!

Fish, bananas, old pyjamas,

Mutton! Beef! and Trout!

Anything goes in ...

He must have died while carving it. :( Perhaps he was dictating. :)

What have we been doing wasting our lives with all this nonsense? Right, okay, meeting adjourned forever.

But if any of you could put in a word for me, I'd sit at the back and not get in anyone's way. :ph34r:

Good, good. You're very kind. A lot of people are far less understanding than you are. A lot of people take offense even when I talk to them. Let alone when I specifically tell them about my being disturbing.
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his best friend is a tree, and in his spare time he's a stockbroker.

What, that tree there? The big beech with the sort of bare branch coming out of the top left? :eh:

Blackhawk...do you think you could recognize a larch tree?

He cuts down trees, He eats his lunch,

He goes to the lavatory.

Good Lord, you're not suggesting we should tax...poo poo's? :scared:

No, II thought you were complaining about the music!

If you complain nothing happens ... you might just as well not bother.

Don't worry. I've...I've brought you something. :rose: :rose: :rose: Lupins!

And pretty begonias, irises, freesias and cry-manthesums. Then arrange them NICELY in a vase! GET IN! GET IN!

Anything goes in.

Anything goes out!

Fish, bananas, old pyjamas,

Mutton! Beef! and Trout!

Anything goes in ...

He must have died while carving it. :( Perhaps he was dictating. :)

What have we been doing wasting our lives with all this nonsense? Right, okay, meeting adjourned forever.

But if any of you could put in a word for me, I'd sit at the back and not get in anyone's way. :ph34r:

Good, good. You're very kind. A lot of people are far less understanding than you are. A lot of people take offense even when I talk to them. Let alone when I specifically tell them about my being disturbing.

Yes, never mind, never mind. How do you find the new vicarage? :macallan: :ebert: :macallan:
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his best friend is a tree, and in his spare time he's a stockbroker.

What, that tree there? The big beech with the sort of bare branch coming out of the top left? :eh:

Blackhawk...do you think you could recognize a larch tree?

He cuts down trees, He eats his lunch,

He goes to the lavatory.

Good Lord, you're not suggesting we should tax...poo poo's? :scared:

No, II thought you were complaining about the music!

If you complain nothing happens ... you might just as well not bother.

Don't worry. I've...I've brought you something. :rose: :rose: :rose: Lupins!

And pretty begonias, irises, freesias and cry-manthesums. Then arrange them NICELY in a vase! GET IN! GET IN!

Anything goes in.

Anything goes out!

Fish, bananas, old pyjamas,

Mutton! Beef! and Trout!

Anything goes in ...

He must have died while carving it. :( Perhaps he was dictating. :)

What have we been doing wasting our lives with all this nonsense? Right, okay, meeting adjourned forever.

But if any of you could put in a word for me, I'd sit at the back and not get in anyone's way. :ph34r:

Good, good. You're very kind. A lot of people are far less understanding than you are. A lot of people take offense even when I talk to them. Let alone when I specifically tell them about my being disturbing.

Yes, never mind, never mind. How do you find the new vicarage? :macallan: :ebert: :macallan:

We was too late. The Reverend Grundy bit the ceiling.

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