Citizen of the World Posted July 26, 2019 Author Share Posted July 26, 2019 ...where there were halls and palaces, an excellent swimming pool and one of the most attractive bonus incentive schemes for industrial development in the city. :ebert:Father Citizen, why did you stay on in this colonial Campari-land where the clink of glasses mingles with the murmur of a million mosquitoes, where waterfalls of whisky wash away the worries of a world-weary Ibanez, where gin and tonic jingle in a gyroscopic jubilee of something beginning With J - Father Citizen, why did you stay on here?For the water-skiing :D-13: and for the travel.What a silly buntWe mustn't fight each other! Surely we should be united against the common enemy!Well, people would keep taking my hairdryer and never returning it.You wouldn't rather just have it combed, would you sir? l'd ... love ... to. Hairdressing is very interesting. And very important, too. If you don't care for your scalp, you get rabiesNo, not quite, but...er...just look in here. Yes.What would we see if we look out of the yard?Small dark furry things increased severely on the floor, whilst rude jellies wobbled up and down, and bounced against rising thighs.pert...pert thighs...botty, botty botty...erogenous...zone...concubine...erogenous zone! 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
IbanezJem Posted July 27, 2019 Share Posted July 27, 2019 ...where there were halls and palaces, an excellent swimming pool and one of the most attractive bonus incentive schemes for industrial development in the city. :ebert:Father Citizen, why did you stay on in this colonial Campari-land where the clink of glasses mingles with the murmur of a million mosquitoes, where waterfalls of whisky wash away the worries of a world-weary Ibanez, where gin and tonic jingle in a gyroscopic jubilee of something beginning With J - Father Citizen, why did you stay on here?For the water-skiing :D-13: and for the travel.What a silly buntWe mustn't fight each other! Surely we should be united against the common enemy!Well, people would keep taking my hairdryer and never returning it.You wouldn't rather just have it combed, would you sir? l'd ... love ... to. Hairdressing is very interesting. And very important, too. If you don't care for your scalp, you get rabiesNo, not quite, but...er...just look in here. Yes.What would we see if we look out of the yard?Small dark furry things increased severely on the floor, whilst rude jellies wobbled up and down, and bounced against rising thighs.pert...pert thighs...botty, botty botty...erogenous...zone...concubine...erogenous zone!Yes, Citizen is a randy little fellow whose primitive brain scarcely strays from the subject of the you know what. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
blackhawkrush Posted July 27, 2019 Share Posted July 27, 2019 ...where there were halls and palaces, an excellent swimming pool and one of the most attractive bonus incentive schemes for industrial development in the city. :ebert:Father Citizen, why did you stay on in this colonial Campari-land where the clink of glasses mingles with the murmur of a million mosquitoes, where waterfalls of whisky wash away the worries of a world-weary Ibanez, where gin and tonic jingle in a gyroscopic jubilee of something beginning With J - Father Citizen, why did you stay on here?For the water-skiing :D-13: and for the travel.What a silly buntWe mustn't fight each other! Surely we should be united against the common enemy!Well, people would keep taking my hairdryer and never returning it.You wouldn't rather just have it combed, would you sir? l'd ... love ... to. Hairdressing is very interesting. And very important, too. If you don't care for your scalp, you get rabiesNo, not quite, but...er...just look in here. Yes.What would we see if we look out of the yard?Small dark furry things increased severely on the floor, whilst rude jellies wobbled up and down, and bounced against rising thighs.pert...pert thighs...botty, botty botty...erogenous...zone...concubine...erogenous zone!Yes, Citizen is a randy little fellow whose primitive brain scarcely strays from the subject of the you know what.His mother had a terrible job getting him to come in for tea. Putting his little in he'd be. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
IbanezJem Posted July 27, 2019 Share Posted July 27, 2019 (edited) ...where there were halls and palaces, an excellent swimming pool and one of the most attractive bonus incentive schemes for industrial development in the city. :ebert:Father Citizen, why did you stay on in this colonial Campari-land where the clink of glasses mingles with the murmur of a million mosquitoes, where waterfalls of whisky wash away the worries of a world-weary Ibanez, where gin and tonic jingle in a gyroscopic jubilee of something beginning With J - Father Citizen, why did you stay on here?For the water-skiing :D-13: and for the travel.What a silly buntWe mustn't fight each other! Surely we should be united against the common enemy!Well, people would keep taking my hairdryer and never returning it.You wouldn't rather just have it combed, would you sir? l'd ... love ... to. Hairdressing is very interesting. And very important, too. If you don't care for your scalp, you get rabiesNo, not quite, but...er...just look in here. Yes.What would we see if we look out of the yard?Small dark furry things increased severely on the floor, whilst rude jellies wobbled up and down, and bounced against rising thighs.pert...pert thighs...botty, botty botty...erogenous...zone...concubine...erogenous zone!Yes, Citizen is a randy little fellow whose primitive brain scarcely strays from the subject of the you know what.His mother had a terrible job getting him to come in for tea. Putting his little in he'd be.He grew, grew, and grew, grew up to be, grew up to be a boy called Citizen, a boy called Citizen. He had arms and legs and hands and feet. Edited July 27, 2019 by IbanezJem 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Citizen of the World Posted July 27, 2019 Author Share Posted July 27, 2019 ...where there were halls and palaces, an excellent swimming pool and one of the most attractive bonus incentive schemes for industrial development in the city. :ebert:Father Citizen, why did you stay on in this colonial Campari-land where the clink of glasses mingles with the murmur of a million mosquitoes, where waterfalls of whisky wash away the worries of a world-weary Ibanez, where gin and tonic jingle in a gyroscopic jubilee of something beginning With J - Father Citizen, why did you stay on here?For the water-skiing :D-13: and for the travel.What a silly buntWe mustn't fight each other! Surely we should be united against the common enemy!Well, people would keep taking my hairdryer and never returning it.You wouldn't rather just have it combed, would you sir? l'd ... love ... to. Hairdressing is very interesting. And very important, too. If you don't care for your scalp, you get rabiesNo, not quite, but...er...just look in here. Yes.What would we see if we look out of the yard?Small dark furry things increased severely on the floor, whilst rude jellies wobbled up and down, and bounced against rising thighs.pert...pert thighs...botty, botty botty...erogenous...zone...concubine...erogenous zone!Yes, Citizen is a randy little fellow whose primitive brain scarcely strays from the subject of the you know what.His mother had a terrible job getting him to come in for tea. Putting his little in he'd be.He grew, grew, and grew, grew up to be, grew up to be a boy called Citizen, a boy called Citizen. He had arms and legs and hands and feet.Well here is a three-stage model of Citizen... here you see the legs, used for walking around, and which can be jettisoned at night ... And this is the main trunk, the power house of the whole thing, incorporating of course the naughty bits 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
IbanezJem Posted July 27, 2019 Share Posted July 27, 2019 ...where there were halls and palaces, an excellent swimming pool and one of the most attractive bonus incentive schemes for industrial development in the city. :ebert:Father Citizen, why did you stay on in this colonial Campari-land where the clink of glasses mingles with the murmur of a million mosquitoes, where waterfalls of whisky wash away the worries of a world-weary Ibanez, where gin and tonic jingle in a gyroscopic jubilee of something beginning With J - Father Citizen, why did you stay on here?For the water-skiing :D-13: and for the travel.What a silly buntWe mustn't fight each other! Surely we should be united against the common enemy!Well, people would keep taking my hairdryer and never returning it.You wouldn't rather just have it combed, would you sir? l'd ... love ... to. Hairdressing is very interesting. And very important, too. If you don't care for your scalp, you get rabiesNo, not quite, but...er...just look in here. Yes.What would we see if we look out of the yard?Small dark furry things increased severely on the floor, whilst rude jellies wobbled up and down, and bounced against rising thighs.pert...pert thighs...botty, botty botty...erogenous...zone...concubine...erogenous zone!Yes, Citizen is a randy little fellow whose primitive brain scarcely strays from the subject of the you know what.His mother had a terrible job getting him to come in for tea. Putting his little in he'd be.He grew, grew, and grew, grew up to be, grew up to be a boy called Citizen, a boy called Citizen. He had arms and legs and hands and feet.Well here is a three-stage model of Citizen... here you see the legs, used for walking around, and which can be jettisoned at night ... And this is the main trunk, the power house of the whole thing, incorporating of course the naughty bitsThe engine must be our head, the dining car our esophagus, the guard's van our left lung, the cattle truck our shins, the first-class compartment the piece of skin at the nape of the neck and the level crossing an electric elk called Simon. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Citizen of the World Posted July 27, 2019 Author Share Posted July 27, 2019 ...where there were halls and palaces, an excellent swimming pool and one of the most attractive bonus incentive schemes for industrial development in the city. :ebert:Father Citizen, why did you stay on in this colonial Campari-land where the clink of glasses mingles with the murmur of a million mosquitoes, where waterfalls of whisky wash away the worries of a world-weary Ibanez, where gin and tonic jingle in a gyroscopic jubilee of something beginning With J - Father Citizen, why did you stay on here?For the water-skiing :D-13: and for the travel.What a silly buntWe mustn't fight each other! Surely we should be united against the common enemy!Well, people would keep taking my hairdryer and never returning it.You wouldn't rather just have it combed, would you sir? l'd ... love ... to. Hairdressing is very interesting. And very important, too. If you don't care for your scalp, you get rabiesNo, not quite, but...er...just look in here. Yes.What would we see if we look out of the yard?Small dark furry things increased severely on the floor, whilst rude jellies wobbled up and down, and bounced against rising thighs.pert...pert thighs...botty, botty botty...erogenous...zone...concubine...erogenous zone!Yes, Citizen is a randy little fellow whose primitive brain scarcely strays from the subject of the you know what.His mother had a terrible job getting him to come in for tea. Putting his little in he'd be.He grew, grew, and grew, grew up to be, grew up to be a boy called Citizen, a boy called Citizen. He had arms and legs and hands and feet.Well here is a three-stage model of Citizen... here you see the legs, used for walking around, and which can be jettisoned at night ... And this is the main trunk, the power house of the whole thing, incorporating of course the naughty bitsThe engine must be our head, the dining car our esophagus, the guard's van our left lung, the cattle truck our shins, the first-class compartment the piece of skin at the nape of the neck and the level crossing an electric elk called Simon. Simon-Zinc-Trumpet-Harris, married to a very attractive table lamp 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
blackhawkrush Posted July 28, 2019 Share Posted July 28, 2019 ...where there were halls and palaces, an excellent swimming pool and one of the most attractive bonus incentive schemes for industrial development in the city. :ebert:Father Citizen, why did you stay on in this colonial Campari-land where the clink of glasses mingles with the murmur of a million mosquitoes, where waterfalls of whisky wash away the worries of a world-weary Ibanez, where gin and tonic jingle in a gyroscopic jubilee of something beginning With J - Father Citizen, why did you stay on here?For the water-skiing :D-13: and for the travel.What a silly buntWe mustn't fight each other! Surely we should be united against the common enemy!Well, people would keep taking my hairdryer and never returning it.You wouldn't rather just have it combed, would you sir? l'd ... love ... to. Hairdressing is very interesting. And very important, too. If you don't care for your scalp, you get rabiesNo, not quite, but...er...just look in here. Yes.What would we see if we look out of the yard?Small dark furry things increased severely on the floor, whilst rude jellies wobbled up and down, and bounced against rising thighs.pert...pert thighs...botty, botty botty...erogenous...zone...concubine...erogenous zone!Yes, Citizen is a randy little fellow whose primitive brain scarcely strays from the subject of the you know what.His mother had a terrible job getting him to come in for tea. Putting his little in he'd be.He grew, grew, and grew, grew up to be, grew up to be a boy called Citizen, a boy called Citizen. He had arms and legs and hands and feet.Well here is a three-stage model of Citizen... here you see the legs, used for walking around, and which can be jettisoned at night ... And this is the main trunk, the power house of the whole thing, incorporating of course the naughty bitsThe engine must be our head, the dining car our esophagus, the guard's van our left lung, the cattle truck our shins, the first-class compartment the piece of skin at the nape of the neck and the level crossing an electric elk called Simon. Simon-Zinc-Trumpet-Harris, married to a very attractive table lampJulius Caesar on an Aldis lamp. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
IbanezJem Posted July 28, 2019 Share Posted July 28, 2019 ...where there were halls and palaces, an excellent swimming pool and one of the most attractive bonus incentive schemes for industrial development in the city. :ebert:Father Citizen, why did you stay on in this colonial Campari-land where the clink of glasses mingles with the murmur of a million mosquitoes, where waterfalls of whisky wash away the worries of a world-weary Ibanez, where gin and tonic jingle in a gyroscopic jubilee of something beginning With J - Father Citizen, why did you stay on here?For the water-skiing :D-13: and for the travel.What a silly buntWe mustn't fight each other! Surely we should be united against the common enemy!Well, people would keep taking my hairdryer and never returning it.You wouldn't rather just have it combed, would you sir? l'd ... love ... to. Hairdressing is very interesting. And very important, too. If you don't care for your scalp, you get rabiesNo, not quite, but...er...just look in here. Yes.What would we see if we look out of the yard?Small dark furry things increased severely on the floor, whilst rude jellies wobbled up and down, and bounced against rising thighs.pert...pert thighs...botty, botty botty...erogenous...zone...concubine...erogenous zone!Yes, Citizen is a randy little fellow whose primitive brain scarcely strays from the subject of the you know what.His mother had a terrible job getting him to come in for tea. Putting his little in he'd be.He grew, grew, and grew, grew up to be, grew up to be a boy called Citizen, a boy called Citizen. He had arms and legs and hands and feet.Well here is a three-stage model of Citizen... here you see the legs, used for walking around, and which can be jettisoned at night ... And this is the main trunk, the power house of the whole thing, incorporating of course the naughty bitsThe engine must be our head, the dining car our esophagus, the guard's van our left lung, the cattle truck our shins, the first-class compartment the piece of skin at the nape of the neck and the level crossing an electric elk called Simon. Simon-Zinc-Trumpet-Harris, married to a very attractive table lampJulius Caesar on an Aldis lamp. I like traffic lights, but only when they're green. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Citizen of the World Posted July 29, 2019 Author Share Posted July 29, 2019 ...where there were halls and palaces, an excellent swimming pool and one of the most attractive bonus incentive schemes for industrial development in the city. :ebert:Father Citizen, why did you stay on in this colonial Campari-land where the clink of glasses mingles with the murmur of a million mosquitoes, where waterfalls of whisky wash away the worries of a world-weary Ibanez, where gin and tonic jingle in a gyroscopic jubilee of something beginning With J - Father Citizen, why did you stay on here?For the water-skiing :D-13: and for the travel.What a silly buntWe mustn't fight each other! Surely we should be united against the common enemy!Well, people would keep taking my hairdryer and never returning it.You wouldn't rather just have it combed, would you sir? l'd ... love ... to. Hairdressing is very interesting. And very important, too. If you don't care for your scalp, you get rabiesNo, not quite, but...er...just look in here. Yes.What would we see if we look out of the yard?Small dark furry things increased severely on the floor, whilst rude jellies wobbled up and down, and bounced against rising thighs.pert...pert thighs...botty, botty botty...erogenous...zone...concubine...erogenous zone!Yes, Citizen is a randy little fellow whose primitive brain scarcely strays from the subject of the you know what.His mother had a terrible job getting him to come in for tea. Putting his little in he'd be.He grew, grew, and grew, grew up to be, grew up to be a boy called Citizen, a boy called Citizen. He had arms and legs and hands and feet.Well here is a three-stage model of Citizen... here you see the legs, used for walking around, and which can be jettisoned at night ... And this is the main trunk, the power house of the whole thing, incorporating of course the naughty bitsThe engine must be our head, the dining car our esophagus, the guard's van our left lung, the cattle truck our shins, the first-class compartment the piece of skin at the nape of the neck and the level crossing an electric elk called Simon. Simon-Zinc-Trumpet-Harris, married to a very attractive table lampJulius Caesar on an Aldis lamp. I like traffic lights, but only when they're green.I like Chinese,I like Chinese,They only come up to your knees,Yet they're always friendly and they're ready to please 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
blackhawkrush Posted July 30, 2019 Share Posted July 30, 2019 (edited) Yes, yes, speakee, speakee…me Blitish consul. :hi: Edited July 30, 2019 by blackhawkrush 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
IbanezJem Posted July 30, 2019 Share Posted July 30, 2019 Yes, yes, speakee, speakee…me Blitish consul. :hi: OK. We'll bomb blackhawkrush out. Get me Moscow! Chicago! Peking! And Shanklin, Isle of Wight! 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Citizen of the World Posted July 30, 2019 Author Share Posted July 30, 2019 Yes, yes, speakee, speakee…me Blitish consul. :hi: OK. We'll bomb blackhawkrush out. Get me Moscow! Chicago! Peking! And Shanklin, Isle of Wight!IbanezJem realized he had gone too far and that the hunt was on. He went into hiding and I decided on a subtle approach, viz some form of disguise, as the old helmet and boots are a bit of a giveaway. Luckily my years with Bristol Rep. stood me in good stead, as I assumed a bewildering variety of disguises 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
IbanezJem Posted July 30, 2019 Share Posted July 30, 2019 Yes, yes, speakee, speakee…me Blitish consul. :hi: OK. We'll bomb blackhawkrush out. Get me Moscow! Chicago! Peking! And Shanklin, Isle of Wight!IbanezJem realized he had gone too far and that the hunt was on. He went into hiding and I decided on a subtle approach, viz some form of disguise, as the old helmet and boots are a bit of a giveaway. Luckily my years with Bristol Rep. stood me in good stead, as I assumed a bewildering variety of disguisesGumby Theatre comes live tonight from the Yvonne Gumby Theatre near Guildford. Citizen, blackhawkrush and Ibanez star in 'The Cherry Orchard' by Anton Chekhov. The action takes place near Moscow in the 1870’s. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Citizen of the World Posted July 30, 2019 Author Share Posted July 30, 2019 Yes, yes, speakee, speakee…me Blitish consul. :hi: OK. We'll bomb blackhawkrush out. Get me Moscow! Chicago! Peking! And Shanklin, Isle of Wight!IbanezJem realized he had gone too far and that the hunt was on. He went into hiding and I decided on a subtle approach, viz some form of disguise, as the old helmet and boots are a bit of a giveaway. Luckily my years with Bristol Rep. stood me in good stead, as I assumed a bewildering variety of disguisesGumby Theatre comes live tonight from the Yvonne Gumby Theatre near Guildford. Citizen, blackhawkrush and Ibanez star in 'The Cherry Orchard' by Anton Chekhov. The action takes place near Moscow in the 1870’s.April 26th. Thrown into Russian cell. Severely damaged my Mars bar 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
IbanezJem Posted July 30, 2019 Share Posted July 30, 2019 Yes, yes, speakee, speakee…me Blitish consul. :hi: OK. We'll bomb blackhawkrush out. Get me Moscow! Chicago! Peking! And Shanklin, Isle of Wight!IbanezJem realized he had gone too far and that the hunt was on. He went into hiding and I decided on a subtle approach, viz some form of disguise, as the old helmet and boots are a bit of a giveaway. Luckily my years with Bristol Rep. stood me in good stead, as I assumed a bewildering variety of disguisesGumby Theatre comes live tonight from the Yvonne Gumby Theatre near Guildford. Citizen, blackhawkrush and Ibanez star in 'The Cherry Orchard' by Anton Chekhov. The action takes place near Moscow in the 1870’s.April 26th. Thrown into Russian cell. Severely damaged my Mars barAll right. Bag of otters' noses, then. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
blackhawkrush Posted July 30, 2019 Share Posted July 30, 2019 Yes, yes, speakee, speakee…me Blitish consul. :hi: OK. We'll bomb blackhawkrush out. Get me Moscow! Chicago! Peking! And Shanklin, Isle of Wight!IbanezJem realized he had gone too far and that the hunt was on. He went into hiding and I decided on a subtle approach, viz some form of disguise, as the old helmet and boots are a bit of a giveaway. Luckily my years with Bristol Rep. stood me in good stead, as I assumed a bewildering variety of disguisesGumby Theatre comes live tonight from the Yvonne Gumby Theatre near Guildford. Citizen, blackhawkrush and Ibanez star in 'The Cherry Orchard' by Anton Chekhov. The action takes place near Moscow in the 1870’s.April 26th. Thrown into Russian cell. Severely damaged my Mars barAll right. Bag of otters' noses, then.We must study this post in conditions of absolute secrecy. :ph34r: 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Citizen of the World Posted July 30, 2019 Author Share Posted July 30, 2019 Yes, yes, speakee, speakee…me Blitish consul. :hi: OK. We'll bomb blackhawkrush out. Get me Moscow! Chicago! Peking! And Shanklin, Isle of Wight!IbanezJem realized he had gone too far and that the hunt was on. He went into hiding and I decided on a subtle approach, viz some form of disguise, as the old helmet and boots are a bit of a giveaway. Luckily my years with Bristol Rep. stood me in good stead, as I assumed a bewildering variety of disguisesGumby Theatre comes live tonight from the Yvonne Gumby Theatre near Guildford. Citizen, blackhawkrush and Ibanez star in 'The Cherry Orchard' by Anton Chekhov. The action takes place near Moscow in the 1870’s.April 26th. Thrown into Russian cell. Severely damaged my Mars barAll right. Bag of otters' noses, then.We must study this post in conditions of absolute secrecy. :ph34r:I've had enough of this, I'm going to ring the police. Hello operator, operator...I'm trying to get the police...the police yes, what? nine and a half, nine and a half, yes, yes... 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
blackhawkrush Posted July 31, 2019 Share Posted July 31, 2019 Yes, yes, speakee, speakee…me Blitish consul. :hi: OK. We'll bomb blackhawkrush out. Get me Moscow! Chicago! Peking! And Shanklin, Isle of Wight!IbanezJem realized he had gone too far and that the hunt was on. He went into hiding and I decided on a subtle approach, viz some form of disguise, as the old helmet and boots are a bit of a giveaway. Luckily my years with Bristol Rep. stood me in good stead, as I assumed a bewildering variety of disguisesGumby Theatre comes live tonight from the Yvonne Gumby Theatre near Guildford. Citizen, blackhawkrush and Ibanez star in 'The Cherry Orchard' by Anton Chekhov. The action takes place near Moscow in the 1870’s.April 26th. Thrown into Russian cell. Severely damaged my Mars barAll right. Bag of otters' noses, then.We must study this post in conditions of absolute secrecy. :ph34r:I've had enough of this, I'm going to ring the police. Hello operator, operator...I'm trying to get the police...the police yes, what? nine and a half, nine and a half, yes, yes...Hello operator, is that the central line? Give me the Piccadilly number. Nine one o nine. :) 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
IbanezJem Posted July 31, 2019 Share Posted July 31, 2019 Yes, yes, speakee, speakee…me Blitish consul. :hi: OK. We'll bomb blackhawkrush out. Get me Moscow! Chicago! Peking! And Shanklin, Isle of Wight!IbanezJem realized he had gone too far and that the hunt was on. He went into hiding and I decided on a subtle approach, viz some form of disguise, as the old helmet and boots are a bit of a giveaway. Luckily my years with Bristol Rep. stood me in good stead, as I assumed a bewildering variety of disguisesGumby Theatre comes live tonight from the Yvonne Gumby Theatre near Guildford. Citizen, blackhawkrush and Ibanez star in 'The Cherry Orchard' by Anton Chekhov. The action takes place near Moscow in the 1870’s.April 26th. Thrown into Russian cell. Severely damaged my Mars barAll right. Bag of otters' noses, then.We must study this post in conditions of absolute secrecy. :ph34r:I've had enough of this, I'm going to ring the police. Hello operator, operator...I'm trying to get the police...the police yes, what? nine and a half, nine and a half, yes, yes...Hello operator, is that the central line? Give me the Piccadilly number. Nine one o nine. :)Hello. Paris 621036 please and make it snappy, buster. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
blackhawkrush Posted August 1, 2019 Share Posted August 1, 2019 Yes, yes, speakee, speakee…me Blitish consul. :hi: OK. We'll bomb blackhawkrush out. Get me Moscow! Chicago! Peking! And Shanklin, Isle of Wight!IbanezJem realized he had gone too far and that the hunt was on. He went into hiding and I decided on a subtle approach, viz some form of disguise, as the old helmet and boots are a bit of a giveaway. Luckily my years with Bristol Rep. stood me in good stead, as I assumed a bewildering variety of disguisesGumby Theatre comes live tonight from the Yvonne Gumby Theatre near Guildford. Citizen, blackhawkrush and Ibanez star in 'The Cherry Orchard' by Anton Chekhov. The action takes place near Moscow in the 1870’s.April 26th. Thrown into Russian cell. Severely damaged my Mars barAll right. Bag of otters' noses, then.We must study this post in conditions of absolute secrecy. :ph34r:I've had enough of this, I'm going to ring the police. Hello operator, operator...I'm trying to get the police...the police yes, what? nine and a half, nine and a half, yes, yes...Hello operator, is that the central line? Give me the Piccadilly number. Nine one o nine. :)Hello. Paris 621036 please and make it snappy, buster.You don't frighten us, English pig-dog. Go and boil your bottom son of a silly person. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
IbanezJem Posted August 1, 2019 Share Posted August 1, 2019 Yes, yes, speakee, speakee…me Blitish consul. :hi: OK. We'll bomb blackhawkrush out. Get me Moscow! Chicago! Peking! And Shanklin, Isle of Wight!IbanezJem realized he had gone too far and that the hunt was on. He went into hiding and I decided on a subtle approach, viz some form of disguise, as the old helmet and boots are a bit of a giveaway. Luckily my years with Bristol Rep. stood me in good stead, as I assumed a bewildering variety of disguisesGumby Theatre comes live tonight from the Yvonne Gumby Theatre near Guildford. Citizen, blackhawkrush and Ibanez star in 'The Cherry Orchard' by Anton Chekhov. The action takes place near Moscow in the 1870’s.April 26th. Thrown into Russian cell. Severely damaged my Mars barAll right. Bag of otters' noses, then.We must study this post in conditions of absolute secrecy. :ph34r:I've had enough of this, I'm going to ring the police. Hello operator, operator...I'm trying to get the police...the police yes, what? nine and a half, nine and a half, yes, yes...Hello operator, is that the central line? Give me the Piccadilly number. Nine one o nine. :)Hello. Paris 621036 please and make it snappy, buster.You don't frighten us, English pig-dog. Go and boil your bottom son of a silly person.Dear Old Codgers, I am President of the United States of America, Yours truly, R. M. Nixon. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Citizen of the World Posted August 1, 2019 Author Share Posted August 1, 2019 Yes, yes, speakee, speakee…me Blitish consul. :hi: OK. We'll bomb blackhawkrush out. Get me Moscow! Chicago! Peking! And Shanklin, Isle of Wight!IbanezJem realized he had gone too far and that the hunt was on. He went into hiding and I decided on a subtle approach, viz some form of disguise, as the old helmet and boots are a bit of a giveaway. Luckily my years with Bristol Rep. stood me in good stead, as I assumed a bewildering variety of disguisesGumby Theatre comes live tonight from the Yvonne Gumby Theatre near Guildford. Citizen, blackhawkrush and Ibanez star in 'The Cherry Orchard' by Anton Chekhov. The action takes place near Moscow in the 1870’s.April 26th. Thrown into Russian cell. Severely damaged my Mars barAll right. Bag of otters' noses, then.We must study this post in conditions of absolute secrecy. :ph34r:I've had enough of this, I'm going to ring the police. Hello operator, operator...I'm trying to get the police...the police yes, what? nine and a half, nine and a half, yes, yes...Hello operator, is that the central line? Give me the Piccadilly number. Nine one o nine. :)Hello. Paris 621036 please and make it snappy, buster.You don't frighten us, English pig-dog. Go and boil your bottom son of a silly person.Dear Old Codgers, I am President of the United States of America, Yours truly, R. M. Nixon.I'm 37. I'm not old 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
IbanezJem Posted August 1, 2019 Share Posted August 1, 2019 Yes, yes, speakee, speakee…me Blitish consul. :hi: OK. We'll bomb blackhawkrush out. Get me Moscow! Chicago! Peking! And Shanklin, Isle of Wight!IbanezJem realized he had gone too far and that the hunt was on. He went into hiding and I decided on a subtle approach, viz some form of disguise, as the old helmet and boots are a bit of a giveaway. Luckily my years with Bristol Rep. stood me in good stead, as I assumed a bewildering variety of disguisesGumby Theatre comes live tonight from the Yvonne Gumby Theatre near Guildford. Citizen, blackhawkrush and Ibanez star in 'The Cherry Orchard' by Anton Chekhov. The action takes place near Moscow in the 1870’s.April 26th. Thrown into Russian cell. Severely damaged my Mars barAll right. Bag of otters' noses, then.We must study this post in conditions of absolute secrecy. :ph34r:I've had enough of this, I'm going to ring the police. Hello operator, operator...I'm trying to get the police...the police yes, what? nine and a half, nine and a half, yes, yes...Hello operator, is that the central line? Give me the Piccadilly number. Nine one o nine. :)Hello. Paris 621036 please and make it snappy, buster.You don't frighten us, English pig-dog. Go and boil your bottom son of a silly person.Dear Old Codgers, I am President of the United States of America, Yours truly, R. M. Nixon.I'm 37. I'm not oldWell it's funny you should ask that, but I've just been reading a great big book about how to put your Citizen down, and apparently you can either hit them with a book, or you can shoot them just there, just above the beak. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
blackhawkrush Posted August 1, 2019 Share Posted August 1, 2019 Yes, yes, speakee, speakee…me Blitish consul. :hi: OK. We'll bomb blackhawkrush out. Get me Moscow! Chicago! Peking! And Shanklin, Isle of Wight!IbanezJem realized he had gone too far and that the hunt was on. He went into hiding and I decided on a subtle approach, viz some form of disguise, as the old helmet and boots are a bit of a giveaway. Luckily my years with Bristol Rep. stood me in good stead, as I assumed a bewildering variety of disguisesGumby Theatre comes live tonight from the Yvonne Gumby Theatre near Guildford. Citizen, blackhawkrush and Ibanez star in 'The Cherry Orchard' by Anton Chekhov. The action takes place near Moscow in the 1870’s.April 26th. Thrown into Russian cell. Severely damaged my Mars barAll right. Bag of otters' noses, then.We must study this post in conditions of absolute secrecy. :ph34r:I've had enough of this, I'm going to ring the police. Hello operator, operator...I'm trying to get the police...the police yes, what? nine and a half, nine and a half, yes, yes...Hello operator, is that the central line? Give me the Piccadilly number. Nine one o nine. :)Hello. Paris 621036 please and make it snappy, buster.You don't frighten us, English pig-dog. Go and boil your bottom son of a silly person.Dear Old Codgers, I am President of the United States of America, Yours truly, R. M. Nixon.I'm 37. I'm not oldWell it's funny you should ask that, but I've just been reading a great big book about how to put your Citizen down, and apparently you can either hit them with a book, or you can shoot them just there, just above the beak.I'm taking this Citizen back, mother. He's got two legs missing. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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