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Really interesting. Remember, if you're interesting and want to appear in this thread, write your name and address and your telephone number and send it to this address: The Rush Forum, c/o E. F. Lutt, 18 Rupee Buildings, West 12.

Oh, there's nobody here of that name. It's Mrs. G. Pinnet. 46 Egernon Road. :hi:

Yes, you know, we find that nine out of ten British housewives can't tell the difference between Whizzo butter and a dead crab.

Mrs Harris said, so she said, she said, she said, the dead crab she said, she said
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May I say this is my first time posting in this thread?

 

Really interesting. Remember, if you're interesting and want to appear in this thread, write your name and address and your telephone number and send it to this address: The Rush Forum, c/o E. F. Lutt, 18 Rupee Buildings, West 12.

Oh, there's nobody here of that name. It's Mrs. G. Pinnet. 46 Egernon Road. :hi:

Yes, you know, we find that nine out of ten British housewives can't tell the difference between Whizzo butter and a dead crab.

Mrs Harris said, so she said, she said, she said, the dead crab she said, she said

Take the tablets Tiger.

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May I say this is my first time posting in this thread?

 

Really interesting. Remember, if you're interesting and want to appear in this thread, write your name and address and your telephone number and send it to this address: The Rush Forum, c/o E. F. Lutt, 18 Rupee Buildings, West 12.

Oh, there's nobody here of that name. It's Mrs. G. Pinnet. 46 Egernon Road. :hi:

Yes, you know, we find that nine out of ten British housewives can't tell the difference between Whizzo butter and a dead crab.

Mrs Harris said, so she said, she said, she said, the dead crab she said, she said

Take the tablets Tiger.

We are dressed as a tiger because he had an auntie who did it in eighteen-thirty-nine, and this is the fiftieth anniversary.
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May I say this is my first time posting in this thread?

 

Really interesting. Remember, if you're interesting and want to appear in this thread, write your name and address and your telephone number and send it to this address: The Rush Forum, c/o E. F. Lutt, 18 Rupee Buildings, West 12.

Oh, there's nobody here of that name. It's Mrs. G. Pinnet. 46 Egernon Road. :hi:

Yes, you know, we find that nine out of ten British housewives can't tell the difference between Whizzo butter and a dead crab.

Mrs Harris said, so she said, she said, she said, the dead crab she said, she said

Take the tablets Tiger.

We are dressed as a tiger because he had an auntie who did it in eighteen-thirty-nine, and this is the fiftieth anniversary.

We like dressing up, yes. :coy: :coy:

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May I say this is my first time posting in this thread?

 

Really interesting. Remember, if you're interesting and want to appear in this thread, write your name and address and your telephone number and send it to this address: The Rush Forum, c/o E. F. Lutt, 18 Rupee Buildings, West 12.

Oh, there's nobody here of that name. It's Mrs. G. Pinnet. 46 Egernon Road. :hi:

Yes, you know, we find that nine out of ten British housewives can't tell the difference between Whizzo butter and a dead crab.

Mrs Harris said, so she said, she said, she said, the dead crab she said, she said

Take the tablets Tiger.

We are dressed as a tiger because he had an auntie who did it in eighteen-thirty-nine, and this is the fiftieth anniversary.

We like dressing up, yes. :coy: :coy:

On my left is the Minister for Home Affairs who is wearing a striking organza dress in pink tulle, with matching pearls and a diamante collar necklace. The shoes are in brushed pigskin with gold clasps, by Maxwell of Bond Street. The hair is by Roger, and the whole ensemble is crowned by a spectacular display of Christmas orchids
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May I say this is my first time posting in this thread?

 

Really interesting. Remember, if you're interesting and want to appear in this thread, write your name and address and your telephone number and send it to this address: The Rush Forum, c/o E. F. Lutt, 18 Rupee Buildings, West 12.

Oh, there's nobody here of that name. It's Mrs. G. Pinnet. 46 Egernon Road. :hi:

Yes, you know, we find that nine out of ten British housewives can't tell the difference between Whizzo butter and a dead crab.

Mrs Harris said, so she said, she said, she said, the dead crab she said, she said

Take the tablets Tiger.

We are dressed as a tiger because he had an auntie who did it in eighteen-thirty-nine, and this is the fiftieth anniversary.

We like dressing up, yes. :coy: :coy:

On my left is the Minister for Home Affairs who is wearing a striking organza dress in pink tulle, with matching pearls and a diamante collar necklace. The shoes are in brushed pigskin with gold clasps, by Maxwell of Bond Street. The hair is by Roger, and the whole ensemble is crowned by a spectacular display of Christmas orchids

We invite you to come with us all over the world to meet all kinds of people in all kinds of places, and ask you to...Spot the Loony! :codger:

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May I say this is my first time posting in this thread?

 

Really interesting. Remember, if you're interesting and want to appear in this thread, write your name and address and your telephone number and send it to this address: The Rush Forum, c/o E. F. Lutt, 18 Rupee Buildings, West 12.

Oh, there's nobody here of that name. It's Mrs. G. Pinnet. 46 Egernon Road. :hi:

Yes, you know, we find that nine out of ten British housewives can't tell the difference between Whizzo butter and a dead crab.

Mrs Harris said, so she said, she said, she said, the dead crab she said, she said

Take the tablets Tiger.

We are dressed as a tiger because he had an auntie who did it in eighteen-thirty-nine, and this is the fiftieth anniversary.

We like dressing up, yes. :coy: :coy:

On my left is the Minister for Home Affairs who is wearing a striking organza dress in pink tulle, with matching pearls and a diamante collar necklace. The shoes are in brushed pigskin with gold clasps, by Maxwell of Bond Street. The hair is by Roger, and the whole ensemble is crowned by a spectacular display of Christmas orchids

We invite you to come with us all over the world to meet all kinds of people in all kinds of places, and ask you to...Spot the Loony! :codger:

We do not know which bush he is behind, but we can soon find out. ...http://www.freesmileys.org/smileys/smiley-violent025.gifYes it was the middle one.

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May I say this is my first time posting in this thread?

 

Really interesting. Remember, if you're interesting and want to appear in this thread, write your name and address and your telephone number and send it to this address: The Rush Forum, c/o E. F. Lutt, 18 Rupee Buildings, West 12.

Oh, there's nobody here of that name. It's Mrs. G. Pinnet. 46 Egernon Road. :hi:

Yes, you know, we find that nine out of ten British housewives can't tell the difference between Whizzo butter and a dead crab.

Mrs Harris said, so she said, she said, she said, the dead crab she said, she said

Take the tablets Tiger.

We are dressed as a tiger because he had an auntie who did it in eighteen-thirty-nine, and this is the fiftieth anniversary.

We like dressing up, yes. :coy: :coy:

On my left is the Minister for Home Affairs who is wearing a striking organza dress in pink tulle, with matching pearls and a diamante collar necklace. The shoes are in brushed pigskin with gold clasps, by Maxwell of Bond Street. The hair is by Roger, and the whole ensemble is crowned by a spectacular display of Christmas orchids

We invite you to come with us all over the world to meet all kinds of people in all kinds of places, and ask you to...Spot the Loony! :codger:

We do not know which bush he is behind, but we can soon find out. ...http://www.freesmileys.org/smileys/smiley-violent025.gifYes it was the middle one.

Yes, shrubberies are my trade. I am a shrubber. My name is Roger the Shrubber. I arrange, design, and sell shrubberies.
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May I say this is my first time posting in this thread?

 

Really interesting. Remember, if you're interesting and want to appear in this thread, write your name and address and your telephone number and send it to this address: The Rush Forum, c/o E. F. Lutt, 18 Rupee Buildings, West 12.

Oh, there's nobody here of that name. It's Mrs. G. Pinnet. 46 Egernon Road. :hi:

Yes, you know, we find that nine out of ten British housewives can't tell the difference between Whizzo butter and a dead crab.

Mrs Harris said, so she said, she said, she said, the dead crab she said, she said

Take the tablets Tiger.

We are dressed as a tiger because he had an auntie who did it in eighteen-thirty-nine, and this is the fiftieth anniversary.

We like dressing up, yes. :coy: :coy:

On my left is the Minister for Home Affairs who is wearing a striking organza dress in pink tulle, with matching pearls and a diamante collar necklace. The shoes are in brushed pigskin with gold clasps, by Maxwell of Bond Street. The hair is by Roger, and the whole ensemble is crowned by a spectacular display of Christmas orchids

We invite you to come with us all over the world to meet all kinds of people in all kinds of places, and ask you to...Spot the Loony! :codger:

We do not know which bush he is behind, but we can soon find out. ...http://www.freesmileys.org/smileys/smiley-violent025.gifYes it was the middle one.

Yes, shrubberies are my trade. I am a shrubber. My name is Roger the Shrubber. I arrange, design, and sell shrubberies.

I always preferred the outdoor life. Getting out there with a gun, slaughtering a few of God's creatures :bang bang: :chickendance: :atickhum: :whipgirl: that was the life.

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May I say this is my first time posting in this thread?

 

Really interesting. Remember, if you're interesting and want to appear in this thread, write your name and address and your telephone number and send it to this address: The Rush Forum, c/o E. F. Lutt, 18 Rupee Buildings, West 12.

Oh, there's nobody here of that name. It's Mrs. G. Pinnet. 46 Egernon Road. :hi:

Yes, you know, we find that nine out of ten British housewives can't tell the difference between Whizzo butter and a dead crab.

Mrs Harris said, so she said, she said, she said, the dead crab she said, she said

Take the tablets Tiger.

We are dressed as a tiger because he had an auntie who did it in eighteen-thirty-nine, and this is the fiftieth anniversary.

We like dressing up, yes. :coy: :coy:

On my left is the Minister for Home Affairs who is wearing a striking organza dress in pink tulle, with matching pearls and a diamante collar necklace. The shoes are in brushed pigskin with gold clasps, by Maxwell of Bond Street. The hair is by Roger, and the whole ensemble is crowned by a spectacular display of Christmas orchids

We invite you to come with us all over the world to meet all kinds of people in all kinds of places, and ask you to...Spot the Loony! :codger:

We do not know which bush he is behind, but we can soon find out. ...http://www.freesmileys.org/smileys/smiley-violent025.gifYes it was the middle one.

Yes, shrubberies are my trade. I am a shrubber. My name is Roger the Shrubber. I arrange, design, and sell shrubberies.

I always preferred the outdoor life. Getting out there with a gun, slaughtering a few of God's creatures :bang bang: :chickendance: :atickhum: :whipgirl: that was the life.

The mosquito's a clever little bastard. You can track him for days and days until you really get to know him like a friend. He knows you're there, and you know he's there. It's a game of wits. You hate him, then you respect him, then you kill him.

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May I say this is my first time posting in this thread?

 

Really interesting. Remember, if you're interesting and want to appear in this thread, write your name and address and your telephone number and send it to this address: The Rush Forum, c/o E. F. Lutt, 18 Rupee Buildings, West 12.

Oh, there's nobody here of that name. It's Mrs. G. Pinnet. 46 Egernon Road. :hi:

Yes, you know, we find that nine out of ten British housewives can't tell the difference between Whizzo butter and a dead crab.

Mrs Harris said, so she said, she said, she said, the dead crab she said, she said

Take the tablets Tiger.

We are dressed as a tiger because he had an auntie who did it in eighteen-thirty-nine, and this is the fiftieth anniversary.

We like dressing up, yes. :coy: :coy:

On my left is the Minister for Home Affairs who is wearing a striking organza dress in pink tulle, with matching pearls and a diamante collar necklace. The shoes are in brushed pigskin with gold clasps, by Maxwell of Bond Street. The hair is by Roger, and the whole ensemble is crowned by a spectacular display of Christmas orchids

We invite you to come with us all over the world to meet all kinds of people in all kinds of places, and ask you to...Spot the Loony! :codger:

We do not know which bush he is behind, but we can soon find out. ...http://www.freesmileys.org/smileys/smiley-violent025.gifYes it was the middle one.

Yes, shrubberies are my trade. I am a shrubber. My name is Roger the Shrubber. I arrange, design, and sell shrubberies.

I always preferred the outdoor life. Getting out there with a gun, slaughtering a few of God's creatures :bang bang: :chickendance: :atickhum: :whipgirl: that was the life.

The mosquito's a clever little bastard. You can track him for days and days until you really get to know him like a friend. He knows you're there, and you know he's there. It's a game of wits. You hate him, then you respect him, then you kill him.

first with bombs, and rockets destroying their homes, and then when they run helpless into the streets, er, mowing them down with machine guns. Er, and then of course releasing the vultures
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May I say this is my first time posting in this thread?

 

Really interesting. Remember, if you're interesting and want to appear in this thread, write your name and address and your telephone number and send it to this address: The Rush Forum, c/o E. F. Lutt, 18 Rupee Buildings, West 12.

Oh, there's nobody here of that name. It's Mrs. G. Pinnet. 46 Egernon Road. :hi:

Yes, you know, we find that nine out of ten British housewives can't tell the difference between Whizzo butter and a dead crab.

Mrs Harris said, so she said, she said, she said, the dead crab she said, she said

Take the tablets Tiger.

We are dressed as a tiger because he had an auntie who did it in eighteen-thirty-nine, and this is the fiftieth anniversary.

We like dressing up, yes. :coy: :coy:

On my left is the Minister for Home Affairs who is wearing a striking organza dress in pink tulle, with matching pearls and a diamante collar necklace. The shoes are in brushed pigskin with gold clasps, by Maxwell of Bond Street. The hair is by Roger, and the whole ensemble is crowned by a spectacular display of Christmas orchids

We invite you to come with us all over the world to meet all kinds of people in all kinds of places, and ask you to...Spot the Loony! :codger:

We do not know which bush he is behind, but we can soon find out. ...http://www.freesmileys.org/smileys/smiley-violent025.gifYes it was the middle one.

Yes, shrubberies are my trade. I am a shrubber. My name is Roger the Shrubber. I arrange, design, and sell shrubberies.

I always preferred the outdoor life. Getting out there with a gun, slaughtering a few of God's creatures :bang bang: :chickendance: :atickhum: :whipgirl: that was the life.

The mosquito's a clever little bastard. You can track him for days and days until you really get to know him like a friend. He knows you're there, and you know he's there. It's a game of wits. You hate him, then you respect him, then you kill him.

first with bombs, and rockets destroying their homes, and then when they run helpless into the streets, er, mowing them down with machine guns. Er, and then of course releasing the vultures

Thanks, Jackie. Great idea. And this week on 'How to do it' we're going to show you how to play the flute, how to split an atom, how to construct a box girder bridge and how to irrigate the Sahara Desert and make vast new areas of land cultivatable.

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May I say this is my first time posting in this thread?

 

Really interesting. Remember, if you're interesting and want to appear in this thread, write your name and address and your telephone number and send it to this address: The Rush Forum, c/o E. F. Lutt, 18 Rupee Buildings, West 12.

Oh, there's nobody here of that name. It's Mrs. G. Pinnet. 46 Egernon Road. :hi:

Yes, you know, we find that nine out of ten British housewives can't tell the difference between Whizzo butter and a dead crab.

Mrs Harris said, so she said, she said, she said, the dead crab she said, she said

Take the tablets Tiger.

We are dressed as a tiger because he had an auntie who did it in eighteen-thirty-nine, and this is the fiftieth anniversary.

We like dressing up, yes. :coy: :coy:

On my left is the Minister for Home Affairs who is wearing a striking organza dress in pink tulle, with matching pearls and a diamante collar necklace. The shoes are in brushed pigskin with gold clasps, by Maxwell of Bond Street. The hair is by Roger, and the whole ensemble is crowned by a spectacular display of Christmas orchids

We invite you to come with us all over the world to meet all kinds of people in all kinds of places, and ask you to...Spot the Loony! :codger:

We do not know which bush he is behind, but we can soon find out. ...http://www.freesmileys.org/smileys/smiley-violent025.gifYes it was the middle one.

Yes, shrubberies are my trade. I am a shrubber. My name is Roger the Shrubber. I arrange, design, and sell shrubberies.

I always preferred the outdoor life. Getting out there with a gun, slaughtering a few of God's creatures :bang bang: :chickendance: :atickhum: :whipgirl: that was the life.

The mosquito's a clever little bastard. You can track him for days and days until you really get to know him like a friend. He knows you're there, and you know he's there. It's a game of wits. You hate him, then you respect him, then you kill him.

first with bombs, and rockets destroying their homes, and then when they run helpless into the streets, er, mowing them down with machine guns. Er, and then of course releasing the vultures

Thanks, Jackie. Great idea. And this week on 'How to do it' we're going to show you how to play the flute, how to split an atom, how to construct a box girder bridge and how to irrigate the Sahara Desert and make vast new areas of land cultivatable.

That was a talk on the open-field farming system by Professor Angus Jones. Some of the main points covered in this talk are now available on a long playing recored entitled "The Ronettes Sing Medieval Agrarian History"
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May I say this is my first time posting in this thread?

 

Really interesting. Remember, if you're interesting and want to appear in this thread, write your name and address and your telephone number and send it to this address: The Rush Forum, c/o E. F. Lutt, 18 Rupee Buildings, West 12.

Oh, there's nobody here of that name. It's Mrs. G. Pinnet. 46 Egernon Road. :hi:

Yes, you know, we find that nine out of ten British housewives can't tell the difference between Whizzo butter and a dead crab.

Mrs Harris said, so she said, she said, she said, the dead crab she said, she said

Take the tablets Tiger.

We are dressed as a tiger because he had an auntie who did it in eighteen-thirty-nine, and this is the fiftieth anniversary.

We like dressing up, yes. :coy: :coy:

On my left is the Minister for Home Affairs who is wearing a striking organza dress in pink tulle, with matching pearls and a diamante collar necklace. The shoes are in brushed pigskin with gold clasps, by Maxwell of Bond Street. The hair is by Roger, and the whole ensemble is crowned by a spectacular display of Christmas orchids

We invite you to come with us all over the world to meet all kinds of people in all kinds of places, and ask you to...Spot the Loony! :codger:

We do not know which bush he is behind, but we can soon find out. ...http://www.freesmileys.org/smileys/smiley-violent025.gifYes it was the middle one.

Yes, shrubberies are my trade. I am a shrubber. My name is Roger the Shrubber. I arrange, design, and sell shrubberies.

I always preferred the outdoor life. Getting out there with a gun, slaughtering a few of God's creatures :bang bang: :chickendance: :atickhum: :whipgirl: that was the life.

The mosquito's a clever little bastard. You can track him for days and days until you really get to know him like a friend. He knows you're there, and you know he's there. It's a game of wits. You hate him, then you respect him, then you kill him.

first with bombs, and rockets destroying their homes, and then when they run helpless into the streets, er, mowing them down with machine guns. Er, and then of course releasing the vultures

Thanks, Jackie. Great idea. And this week on 'How to do it' we're going to show you how to play the flute, how to split an atom, how to construct a box girder bridge and how to irrigate the Sahara Desert and make vast new areas of land cultivatable.

That was a talk on the open-field farming system by Professor Angus Jones. Some of the main points covered in this talk are now available on a long playing recored entitled "The Ronettes Sing Medieval Agrarian History"

Mind if I change the record? Here's a good one, I heard it in the pub. What's brown, what's brown and sounds like a bell? :yay:
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May I say this is my first time posting in this thread?

 

Really interesting. Remember, if you're interesting and want to appear in this thread, write your name and address and your telephone number and send it to this address: The Rush Forum, c/o E. F. Lutt, 18 Rupee Buildings, West 12.

Oh, there's nobody here of that name. It's Mrs. G. Pinnet. 46 Egernon Road. :hi:

Yes, you know, we find that nine out of ten British housewives can't tell the difference between Whizzo butter and a dead crab.

Mrs Harris said, so she said, she said, she said, the dead crab she said, she said

Take the tablets Tiger.

We are dressed as a tiger because he had an auntie who did it in eighteen-thirty-nine, and this is the fiftieth anniversary.

We like dressing up, yes. :coy: :coy:

On my left is the Minister for Home Affairs who is wearing a striking organza dress in pink tulle, with matching pearls and a diamante collar necklace. The shoes are in brushed pigskin with gold clasps, by Maxwell of Bond Street. The hair is by Roger, and the whole ensemble is crowned by a spectacular display of Christmas orchids

We invite you to come with us all over the world to meet all kinds of people in all kinds of places, and ask you to...Spot the Loony! :codger:

We do not know which bush he is behind, but we can soon find out. ...http://www.freesmileys.org/smileys/smiley-violent025.gifYes it was the middle one.

Yes, shrubberies are my trade. I am a shrubber. My name is Roger the Shrubber. I arrange, design, and sell shrubberies.

I always preferred the outdoor life. Getting out there with a gun, slaughtering a few of God's creatures :bang bang: :chickendance: :atickhum: :whipgirl: that was the life.

The mosquito's a clever little bastard. You can track him for days and days until you really get to know him like a friend. He knows you're there, and you know he's there. It's a game of wits. You hate him, then you respect him, then you kill him.

first with bombs, and rockets destroying their homes, and then when they run helpless into the streets, er, mowing them down with machine guns. Er, and then of course releasing the vultures

Thanks, Jackie. Great idea. And this week on 'How to do it' we're going to show you how to play the flute, how to split an atom, how to construct a box girder bridge and how to irrigate the Sahara Desert and make vast new areas of land cultivatable.

That was a talk on the open-field farming system by Professor Angus Jones. Some of the main points covered in this talk are now available on a long playing recored entitled "The Ronettes Sing Medieval Agrarian History"

Mind if I change the record? Here's a good one, I heard it in the pub. What's brown, what's brown and sounds like a bell? :yay:

Goodnight, ding-ding-ding-ding-ding. Goodnight. Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding.
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May I say this is my first time posting in this thread?

 

Really interesting. Remember, if you're interesting and want to appear in this thread, write your name and address and your telephone number and send it to this address: The Rush Forum, c/o E. F. Lutt, 18 Rupee Buildings, West 12.

Oh, there's nobody here of that name. It's Mrs. G. Pinnet. 46 Egernon Road. :hi:

Yes, you know, we find that nine out of ten British housewives can't tell the difference between Whizzo butter and a dead crab.

Mrs Harris said, so she said, she said, she said, the dead crab she said, she said

Take the tablets Tiger.

We are dressed as a tiger because he had an auntie who did it in eighteen-thirty-nine, and this is the fiftieth anniversary.

We like dressing up, yes. :coy: :coy:

On my left is the Minister for Home Affairs who is wearing a striking organza dress in pink tulle, with matching pearls and a diamante collar necklace. The shoes are in brushed pigskin with gold clasps, by Maxwell of Bond Street. The hair is by Roger, and the whole ensemble is crowned by a spectacular display of Christmas orchids

We invite you to come with us all over the world to meet all kinds of people in all kinds of places, and ask you to...Spot the Loony! :codger:

We do not know which bush he is behind, but we can soon find out. ...http://www.freesmileys.org/smileys/smiley-violent025.gifYes it was the middle one.

Yes, shrubberies are my trade. I am a shrubber. My name is Roger the Shrubber. I arrange, design, and sell shrubberies.

I always preferred the outdoor life. Getting out there with a gun, slaughtering a few of God's creatures :bang bang: :chickendance: :atickhum: :whipgirl: that was the life.

The mosquito's a clever little bastard. You can track him for days and days until you really get to know him like a friend. He knows you're there, and you know he's there. It's a game of wits. You hate him, then you respect him, then you kill him.

first with bombs, and rockets destroying their homes, and then when they run helpless into the streets, er, mowing them down with machine guns. Er, and then of course releasing the vultures

Thanks, Jackie. Great idea. And this week on 'How to do it' we're going to show you how to play the flute, how to split an atom, how to construct a box girder bridge and how to irrigate the Sahara Desert and make vast new areas of land cultivatable.

That was a talk on the open-field farming system by Professor Angus Jones. Some of the main points covered in this talk are now available on a long playing recored entitled "The Ronettes Sing Medieval Agrarian History"

Mind if I change the record? Here's a good one, I heard it in the pub. What's brown, what's brown and sounds like a bell? :yay:

Goodnight, ding-ding-ding-ding-ding. Goodnight. Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding.

Well done, Mr. Hamlet. You've done extremely well in our disorientation tests. :cheerleader: :blink: :cheerleader:

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Really interesting. Remember, if you're interesting and want to appear in this thread, write your name and address and your telephone number and send it to this address: The Rush Forum, c/o E. F. Lutt, 18 Rupee Buildings, West 12.

Oh, there's nobody here of that name. It's Mrs. G. Pinnet. 46 Egernon Road. :hi:

Yes, you know, we find that nine out of ten British housewives can't tell the difference between Whizzo butter and a dead crab.

Mrs Harris said, so she said, she said, she said, the dead crab she said, she said

Take the tablets Tiger.

We are dressed as a tiger because he had an auntie who did it in eighteen-thirty-nine, and this is the fiftieth anniversary.

We like dressing up, yes. :coy: :coy:

On my left is the Minister for Home Affairs who is wearing a striking organza dress in pink tulle, with matching pearls and a diamante collar necklace. The shoes are in brushed pigskin with gold clasps, by Maxwell of Bond Street. The hair is by Roger, and the whole ensemble is crowned by a spectacular display of Christmas orchids

We invite you to come with us all over the world to meet all kinds of people in all kinds of places, and ask you to...Spot the Loony! :codger:

We do not know which bush he is behind, but we can soon find out. ...http://www.freesmileys.org/smileys/smiley-violent025.gifYes it was the middle one.

Yes, shrubberies are my trade. I am a shrubber. My name is Roger the Shrubber. I arrange, design, and sell shrubberies.

I always preferred the outdoor life. Getting out there with a gun, slaughtering a few of God's creatures :bang bang: :chickendance: :atickhum: :whipgirl: that was the life.

The mosquito's a clever little bastard. You can track him for days and days until you really get to know him like a friend. He knows you're there, and you know he's there. It's a game of wits. You hate him, then you respect him, then you kill him.

first with bombs, and rockets destroying their homes, and then when they run helpless into the streets, er, mowing them down with machine guns. Er, and then of course releasing the vultures

Thanks, Jackie. Great idea. And this week on 'How to do it' we're going to show you how to play the flute, how to split an atom, how to construct a box girder bridge and how to irrigate the Sahara Desert and make vast new areas of land cultivatable.

That was a talk on the open-field farming system by Professor Angus Jones. Some of the main points covered in this talk are now available on a long playing recored entitled "The Ronettes Sing Medieval Agrarian History"

Mind if I change the record? Here's a good one, I heard it in the pub. What's brown, what's brown and sounds like a bell? :yay:

Goodnight, ding-ding-ding-ding-ding. Goodnight. Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding.

Well done, Mr. Hamlet. You've done extremely well in our disorientation tests. :cheerleader: :blink: :cheerleader:

'Thamle'. 'Be ot or bot ne ot, tath is the nestquie.'
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Here we are...Yandelvayasna grldenwi stravenka. :outtahere:

No, I'm just not understanding banter at all well today.

One, two, three, testing, testing. :smash: Quiet please. It's not adjusted yet.

Hold it. Hold it. Now, who changed the caption? Can whoever changed the caption put the right one back immediately please.

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We apologize. Those responsible for changing the caption have been sacked.

Better still, we can't afford to take any chances, sack the entire washing-up staff.

Now you may think that this is very harsh behaviour but let me tell you that our management consultants actually queried the necessity for us to employ a pantomime horse at all. :huh:

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