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So let's forget about them and follow instead the destiny of this man :Neil: Harold Potter, gardener and tax official, first victim of creatures from another planet.

They said I'd bought one of their fruit machines and would I pay for it. :scared:

The first thing to do when you're being stalked by an ugly mob with redcurrants is to... :bang bang:

go 'Neurhhh! Neurhh!' and then you can roll around on the floor going 'pting pting pting'

Primitive customs still survive here as if the march of time had passed them by. :bump:

Mrs William Pitt the Elder used to have to get up at three o'clock and go burrowing for truffles with the bridge of her nose.

It's not even a proper nose. It's polystyrene. :bitchslap: You can collect it at reception.

Note the huge breasted typist in the background
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So let's forget about them and follow instead the destiny of this man :Neil: Harold Potter, gardener and tax official, first victim of creatures from another planet.

They said I'd bought one of their fruit machines and would I pay for it. :scared:

The first thing to do when you're being stalked by an ugly mob with redcurrants is to... :bang bang:

go 'Neurhhh! Neurhh!' and then you can roll around on the floor going 'pting pting pting'

Primitive customs still survive here as if the march of time had passed them by. :bump:

Mrs William Pitt the Elder used to have to get up at three o'clock and go burrowing for truffles with the bridge of her nose.

It's not even a proper nose. It's polystyrene. :bitchslap: You can collect it at reception.

Note the huge breasted typist in the background

Oh, stop thinking about sex. You're always on about it. Morning, noon and night. "Is it too big?" "Is it too small?" :eyeroll:
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So let's forget about them and follow instead the destiny of this man :Neil: Harold Potter, gardener and tax official, first victim of creatures from another planet.

They said I'd bought one of their fruit machines and would I pay for it. :scared:

The first thing to do when you're being stalked by an ugly mob with redcurrants is to... :bang bang:

go 'Neurhhh! Neurhh!' and then you can roll around on the floor going 'pting pting pting'

Primitive customs still survive here as if the march of time had passed them by. :bump:

Mrs William Pitt the Elder used to have to get up at three o'clock and go burrowing for truffles with the bridge of her nose.

It's not even a proper nose. It's polystyrene. :bitchslap: You can collect it at reception.

Note the huge breasted typist in the background

Oh, stop thinking about sex. You're always on about it. Morning, noon and night. "Is it too big?" "Is it too small?" :eyeroll:

...ooh, You are so big,...so absolutely huge. Gosh, we're all really impressed down here, I can tell You.
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So let's forget about them and follow instead the destiny of this man :Neil: Harold Potter, gardener and tax official, first victim of creatures from another planet.

They said I'd bought one of their fruit machines and would I pay for it. :scared:

The first thing to do when you're being stalked by an ugly mob with redcurrants is to... :bang bang:

go 'Neurhhh! Neurhh!' and then you can roll around on the floor going 'pting pting pting'

Primitive customs still survive here as if the march of time had passed them by. :bump:

Mrs William Pitt the Elder used to have to get up at three o'clock and go burrowing for truffles with the bridge of her nose.

It's not even a proper nose. It's polystyrene. :bitchslap: You can collect it at reception.

Note the huge breasted typist in the background

Oh, stop thinking about sex. You're always on about it. Morning, noon and night. "Is it too big?" "Is it too small?" :eyeroll:

...ooh, You are so big,...so absolutely huge. Gosh, we're all really impressed down here, I can tell You.

In fact, I think you're six foot five, aren't you? :wub: Oh, that's marvelous!
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So let's forget about them and follow instead the destiny of this man :Neil: Harold Potter, gardener and tax official, first victim of creatures from another planet.

They said I'd bought one of their fruit machines and would I pay for it. :scared:

The first thing to do when you're being stalked by an ugly mob with redcurrants is to... :bang bang:

go 'Neurhhh! Neurhh!' and then you can roll around on the floor going 'pting pting pting'

Primitive customs still survive here as if the march of time had passed them by. :bump:

Mrs William Pitt the Elder used to have to get up at three o'clock and go burrowing for truffles with the bridge of her nose.

It's not even a proper nose. It's polystyrene. :bitchslap: You can collect it at reception.

Note the huge breasted typist in the background

Oh, stop thinking about sex. You're always on about it. Morning, noon and night. "Is it too big?" "Is it too small?" :eyeroll:

...ooh, You are so big,...so absolutely huge. Gosh, we're all really impressed down here, I can tell You.

In fact, I think you're six foot five, aren't you? :wub: Oh, that's marvelous!

The tall thin one with the moustache, remember? About three years ago?
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So let's forget about them and follow instead the destiny of this man :Neil: Harold Potter, gardener and tax official, first victim of creatures from another planet.

They said I'd bought one of their fruit machines and would I pay for it. :scared:

The first thing to do when you're being stalked by an ugly mob with redcurrants is to... :bang bang:

go 'Neurhhh! Neurhh!' and then you can roll around on the floor going 'pting pting pting'

Primitive customs still survive here as if the march of time had passed them by. :bump:

Mrs William Pitt the Elder used to have to get up at three o'clock and go burrowing for truffles with the bridge of her nose.

It's not even a proper nose. It's polystyrene. :bitchslap: You can collect it at reception.

Note the huge breasted typist in the background

Oh, stop thinking about sex. You're always on about it. Morning, noon and night. "Is it too big?" "Is it too small?" :eyeroll:

...ooh, You are so big,...so absolutely huge. Gosh, we're all really impressed down here, I can tell You.

In fact, I think you're six foot five, aren't you? :wub: Oh, that's marvelous!

The tall thin one with the moustache, remember? About three years ago?

Mein Fuhrer. I did not... :poke: ...Mein Dickie old chum.
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So let's forget about them and follow instead the destiny of this man :Neil: Harold Potter, gardener and tax official, first victim of creatures from another planet.

They said I'd bought one of their fruit machines and would I pay for it. :scared:

The first thing to do when you're being stalked by an ugly mob with redcurrants is to... :bang bang:

go 'Neurhhh! Neurhh!' and then you can roll around on the floor going 'pting pting pting'

Primitive customs still survive here as if the march of time had passed them by. :bump:

Mrs William Pitt the Elder used to have to get up at three o'clock and go burrowing for truffles with the bridge of her nose.

It's not even a proper nose. It's polystyrene. :bitchslap: You can collect it at reception.

Note the huge breasted typist in the background

Oh, stop thinking about sex. You're always on about it. Morning, noon and night. "Is it too big?" "Is it too small?" :eyeroll:

...ooh, You are so big,...so absolutely huge. Gosh, we're all really impressed down here, I can tell You.

In fact, I think you're six foot five, aren't you? :wub: Oh, that's marvelous!

The tall thin one with the moustache, remember? About three years ago?

Mein Fuhrer. I did not... :poke: ...Mein Dickie old chum.

One thing worries me, Fritz. Where's the traditional cheeky and lovable Cockney sergeant? :huh:
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So let's forget about them and follow instead the destiny of this man :Neil: Harold Potter, gardener and tax official, first victim of creatures from another planet.

They said I'd bought one of their fruit machines and would I pay for it. :scared:

The first thing to do when you're being stalked by an ugly mob with redcurrants is to... :bang bang:

go 'Neurhhh! Neurhh!' and then you can roll around on the floor going 'pting pting pting'

Primitive customs still survive here as if the march of time had passed them by. :bump:

Mrs William Pitt the Elder used to have to get up at three o'clock and go burrowing for truffles with the bridge of her nose.

It's not even a proper nose. It's polystyrene. :bitchslap: You can collect it at reception.

Note the huge breasted typist in the background

Oh, stop thinking about sex. You're always on about it. Morning, noon and night. "Is it too big?" "Is it too small?" :eyeroll:

...ooh, You are so big,...so absolutely huge. Gosh, we're all really impressed down here, I can tell You.

In fact, I think you're six foot five, aren't you? :wub: Oh, that's marvelous!

The tall thin one with the moustache, remember? About three years ago?

Mein Fuhrer. I did not... :poke: ...Mein Dickie old chum.

One thing worries me, Fritz. Where's the traditional cheeky and lovable Cockney sergeant? :huh:

Hear you are, Mr. Your_Lion! :hi: There's a whole horde of them marauding Citizens to see y'all.
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So let's forget about them and follow instead the destiny of this man :Neil: Harold Potter, gardener and tax official, first victim of creatures from another planet.

They said I'd bought one of their fruit machines and would I pay for it. :scared:

The first thing to do when you're being stalked by an ugly mob with redcurrants is to... :bang bang:

go 'Neurhhh! Neurhh!' and then you can roll around on the floor going 'pting pting pting'

Primitive customs still survive here as if the march of time had passed them by. :bump:

Mrs William Pitt the Elder used to have to get up at three o'clock and go burrowing for truffles with the bridge of her nose.

It's not even a proper nose. It's polystyrene. :bitchslap: You can collect it at reception.

Note the huge breasted typist in the background

Oh, stop thinking about sex. You're always on about it. Morning, noon and night. "Is it too big?" "Is it too small?" :eyeroll:

...ooh, You are so big,...so absolutely huge. Gosh, we're all really impressed down here, I can tell You.

In fact, I think you're six foot five, aren't you? :wub: Oh, that's marvelous!

The tall thin one with the moustache, remember? About three years ago?

Mein Fuhrer. I did not... :poke: ...Mein Dickie old chum.

One thing worries me, Fritz. Where's the traditional cheeky and lovable Cockney sergeant? :huh:

Hear you are, Mr. Your_Lion! :hi: There's a whole horde of them marauding Citizens to see y'all.

There are other equally dangerous gangs - such as the baby snatchers
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So let's forget about them and follow instead the destiny of this man :Neil: Harold Potter, gardener and tax official, first victim of creatures from another planet.

They said I'd bought one of their fruit machines and would I pay for it. :scared:

The first thing to do when you're being stalked by an ugly mob with redcurrants is to... :bang bang:

go 'Neurhhh! Neurhh!' and then you can roll around on the floor going 'pting pting pting'

Primitive customs still survive here as if the march of time had passed them by. :bump:

Mrs William Pitt the Elder used to have to get up at three o'clock and go burrowing for truffles with the bridge of her nose.

It's not even a proper nose. It's polystyrene. :bitchslap: You can collect it at reception.

Note the huge breasted typist in the background

Oh, stop thinking about sex. You're always on about it. Morning, noon and night. "Is it too big?" "Is it too small?" :eyeroll:

...ooh, You are so big,...so absolutely huge. Gosh, we're all really impressed down here, I can tell You.

In fact, I think you're six foot five, aren't you? :wub: Oh, that's marvelous!

The tall thin one with the moustache, remember? About three years ago?

Mein Fuhrer. I did not... :poke: ...Mein Dickie old chum.

One thing worries me, Fritz. Where's the traditional cheeky and lovable Cockney sergeant? :huh:

Hear you are, Mr. Your_Lion! :hi: There's a whole horde of them marauding Citizens to see y'all.

There are other equally dangerous gangs - such as the baby snatchers

That is correct. The criminal mind is a strange and contorted one. :wacko: Good evening. The mind is subject to severe mental stresses. :nya nya: Good evening. Guilt fears abound. :unsure: Good evening.
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So let's forget about them and follow instead the destiny of this man :Neil: Harold Potter, gardener and tax official, first victim of creatures from another planet.

They said I'd bought one of their fruit machines and would I pay for it. :scared:

The first thing to do when you're being stalked by an ugly mob with redcurrants is to... :bang bang:

go 'Neurhhh! Neurhh!' and then you can roll around on the floor going 'pting pting pting'

Primitive customs still survive here as if the march of time had passed them by. :bump:

Mrs William Pitt the Elder used to have to get up at three o'clock and go burrowing for truffles with the bridge of her nose.

It's not even a proper nose. It's polystyrene. :bitchslap: You can collect it at reception.

Note the huge breasted typist in the background

Oh, stop thinking about sex. You're always on about it. Morning, noon and night. "Is it too big?" "Is it too small?" :eyeroll:

...ooh, You are so big,...so absolutely huge. Gosh, we're all really impressed down here, I can tell You.

In fact, I think you're six foot five, aren't you? :wub: Oh, that's marvelous!

The tall thin one with the moustache, remember? About three years ago?

Mein Fuhrer. I did not... :poke: ...Mein Dickie old chum.

One thing worries me, Fritz. Where's the traditional cheeky and lovable Cockney sergeant? :huh:

Hear you are, Mr. Your_Lion! :hi: There's a whole horde of them marauding Citizens to see y'all.

There are other equally dangerous gangs - such as the baby snatchers

That is correct. The criminal mind is a strange and contorted one. :wacko: Good evening. The mind is subject to severe mental stresses. :nya nya: Good evening. Guilt fears abound. :unsure: Good evening.

Well... I was about seventeen and some mates and me went to a party, and, er... we had quite a lot to drink... and then some of the fellows there ... started handing ... cheese around ... and well just out of curiosity I tried a bit ... and well that was that. http://www.planetsmilies.com/smilies/animal/animal0058.gif :wub:
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So let's forget about them and follow instead the destiny of this man :Neil: Harold Potter, gardener and tax official, first victim of creatures from another planet.

They said I'd bought one of their fruit machines and would I pay for it. :scared:

The first thing to do when you're being stalked by an ugly mob with redcurrants is to... :bang bang:

go 'Neurhhh! Neurhh!' and then you can roll around on the floor going 'pting pting pting'

Primitive customs still survive here as if the march of time had passed them by. :bump:

Mrs William Pitt the Elder used to have to get up at three o'clock and go burrowing for truffles with the bridge of her nose.

It's not even a proper nose. It's polystyrene. :bitchslap: You can collect it at reception.

Note the huge breasted typist in the background

Oh, stop thinking about sex. You're always on about it. Morning, noon and night. "Is it too big?" "Is it too small?" :eyeroll:

...ooh, You are so big,...so absolutely huge. Gosh, we're all really impressed down here, I can tell You.

In fact, I think you're six foot five, aren't you? :wub: Oh, that's marvelous!

The tall thin one with the moustache, remember? About three years ago?

Mein Fuhrer. I did not... :poke: ...Mein Dickie old chum.

One thing worries me, Fritz. Where's the traditional cheeky and lovable Cockney sergeant? :huh:

Hear you are, Mr. Your_Lion! :hi: There's a whole horde of them marauding Citizens to see y'all.

There are other equally dangerous gangs - such as the baby snatchers

That is correct. The criminal mind is a strange and contorted one. :wacko: Good evening. The mind is subject to severe mental stresses. :nya nya: Good evening. Guilt fears abound. :unsure: Good evening.

Well... I was about seventeen and some mates and me went to a party, and, er... we had quite a lot to drink... and then some of the fellows there ... started handing ... cheese around ... and well just out of curiosity I tried a bit ... and well that was that. http://www.planetsmilies.com/smilies/animal/animal0058.gif :wub:

You naughty person! I'm afraid it's my unpleasant duty to inform you that you're fired. :|
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So let's forget about them and follow instead the destiny of this man :Neil: Harold Potter, gardener and tax official, first victim of creatures from another planet.

They said I'd bought one of their fruit machines and would I pay for it. :scared:

The first thing to do when you're being stalked by an ugly mob with redcurrants is to... :bang bang:

go 'Neurhhh! Neurhh!' and then you can roll around on the floor going 'pting pting pting'

Primitive customs still survive here as if the march of time had passed them by. :bump:

Mrs William Pitt the Elder used to have to get up at three o'clock and go burrowing for truffles with the bridge of her nose.

It's not even a proper nose. It's polystyrene. :bitchslap: You can collect it at reception.

Note the huge breasted typist in the background

Oh, stop thinking about sex. You're always on about it. Morning, noon and night. "Is it too big?" "Is it too small?" :eyeroll:

...ooh, You are so big,...so absolutely huge. Gosh, we're all really impressed down here, I can tell You.

In fact, I think you're six foot five, aren't you? :wub: Oh, that's marvelous!

The tall thin one with the moustache, remember? About three years ago?

Mein Fuhrer. I did not... :poke: ...Mein Dickie old chum.

One thing worries me, Fritz. Where's the traditional cheeky and lovable Cockney sergeant? :huh:

Hear you are, Mr. Your_Lion! :hi: There's a whole horde of them marauding Citizens to see y'all.

There are other equally dangerous gangs - such as the baby snatchers

That is correct. The criminal mind is a strange and contorted one. :wacko: Good evening. The mind is subject to severe mental stresses. :nya nya: Good evening. Guilt fears abound. :unsure: Good evening.

Well... I was about seventeen and some mates and me went to a party, and, er... we had quite a lot to drink... and then some of the fellows there ... started handing ... cheese around ... and well just out of curiosity I tried a bit ... and well that was that. http://www.planetsmilies.com/smilies/animal/animal0058.gif :wub:

You naughty person! I'm afraid it's my unpleasant duty to inform you that you're fired. :|

Well that was all good fun and we all had a jolly good laugh, but I would like to assure you that you'd never be treated like that if you had an interview here at the Careers Advisory Board
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So let's forget about them and follow instead the destiny of this man :Neil: Harold Potter, gardener and tax official, first victim of creatures from another planet.

They said I'd bought one of their fruit machines and would I pay for it. :scared:

The first thing to do when you're being stalked by an ugly mob with redcurrants is to... :bang bang:

go 'Neurhhh! Neurhh!' and then you can roll around on the floor going 'pting pting pting'

Primitive customs still survive here as if the march of time had passed them by. :bump:

Mrs William Pitt the Elder used to have to get up at three o'clock and go burrowing for truffles with the bridge of her nose.

It's not even a proper nose. It's polystyrene. :bitchslap: You can collect it at reception.

Note the huge breasted typist in the background

Oh, stop thinking about sex. You're always on about it. Morning, noon and night. "Is it too big?" "Is it too small?" :eyeroll:

...ooh, You are so big,...so absolutely huge. Gosh, we're all really impressed down here, I can tell You.

In fact, I think you're six foot five, aren't you? :wub: Oh, that's marvelous!

The tall thin one with the moustache, remember? About three years ago?

Mein Fuhrer. I did not... :poke: ...Mein Dickie old chum.

One thing worries me, Fritz. Where's the traditional cheeky and lovable Cockney sergeant? :huh:

Hear you are, Mr. Your_Lion! :hi: There's a whole horde of them marauding Citizens to see y'all.

There are other equally dangerous gangs - such as the baby snatchers

That is correct. The criminal mind is a strange and contorted one. :wacko: Good evening. The mind is subject to severe mental stresses. :nya nya: Good evening. Guilt fears abound. :unsure: Good evening.

Well... I was about seventeen and some mates and me went to a party, and, er... we had quite a lot to drink... and then some of the fellows there ... started handing ... cheese around ... and well just out of curiosity I tried a bit ... and well that was that. http://www.planetsmilies.com/smilies/animal/animal0058.gif :wub:

You naughty person! I'm afraid it's my unpleasant duty to inform you that you're fired. :|

Well that was all good fun and we all had a jolly good laugh, but I would like to assure you that you'd never be treated like that if you had an interview here at the Careers Advisory Board

Next...Ah, Mr. Pattinson. :bitchslap: Sit!
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Why am I sitting in this chair? Why am I on this thread? And what am I going to post next? Here to answer this is a professional cricketer

There's lots of people making love, but no mention af Geoff Boyott's average. :huh:
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Why am I sitting in this chair? Why am I on this thread? And what am I going to post next? Here to answer this is a professional cricketer

There's lots of people making love, but no mention af Geoff Boyott's average. :huh:

Oh Your_Lion, are you going to do anything or are you just going to show me films all evening?
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Why am I sitting in this chair? Why am I on this thread? And what am I going to post next? Here to answer this is a professional cricketer

There's lots of people making love, but no mention af Geoff Boyott's average. :huh:

Oh Your_Lion, are you going to do anything or are you just going to show me films all evening?

What's the meaning of this? Who is this? Your_Lion, don't you understand, it's me that loves you. :boohoo:
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Why am I sitting in this chair? Why am I on this thread? And what am I going to post next? Here to answer this is a professional cricketer

There's lots of people making love, but no mention af Geoff Boyott's average. :huh:

Oh Your_Lion, are you going to do anything or are you just going to show me films all evening?

What's the meaning of this? Who is this? Your_Lion, don't you understand, it's me that loves you. :boohoo:

Heavens, it's my lucky day, isn't it. All right, but you'll have to wait until I've married these two, sir. :coy:
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Why am I sitting in this chair? Why am I on this thread? And what am I going to post next? Here to answer this is a professional cricketer

There's lots of people making love, but no mention af Geoff Boyott's average. :huh:

Oh Your_Lion, are you going to do anything or are you just going to show me films all evening?

What's the meaning of this? Who is this? Your_Lion, don't you understand, it's me that loves you. :boohoo:

Heavens, it's my lucky day, isn't it. All right, but you'll have to wait until I've married these two, sir. :coy:

No, no, no, no. I don't want to wait. At nine o'clock tomorrow, I want to be in there, (lion) taming. :whipgirl:
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Why am I sitting in this chair? Why am I on this thread? And what am I going to post next? Here to answer this is a professional cricketer

There's lots of people making love, but no mention af Geoff Boyott's average. :huh:

Oh Your_Lion, are you going to do anything or are you just going to show me films all evening?

What's the meaning of this? Who is this? Your_Lion, don't you understand, it's me that loves you. :boohoo:

Heavens, it's my lucky day, isn't it. All right, but you'll have to wait until I've married these two, sir. :coy:

No, no, no, no. I don't want to wait. At nine o'clock tomorrow, I want to be in there, (lion) taming. :whipgirl:

Well, Kirkie, doll, there are no lions in the Antarctic, baby. :unsure:
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Why am I sitting in this chair? Why am I on this thread? And what am I going to post next? Here to answer this is a professional cricketer

There's lots of people making love, but no mention af Geoff Boyott's average. :huh:

Oh Your_Lion, are you going to do anything or are you just going to show me films all evening?

What's the meaning of this? Who is this? Your_Lion, don't you understand, it's me that loves you. :boohoo:

Heavens, it's my lucky day, isn't it. All right, but you'll have to wait until I've married these two, sir. :coy:

No, no, no, no. I don't want to wait. At nine o'clock tomorrow, I want to be in there, (lion) taming. :whipgirl:

Well, Kirkie, doll, there are no lions in the Antarctic, baby. :unsure:

I've had my lot of the Arctic Circle. :moon: I wish I was back in Oldham.
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Why am I sitting in this chair? Why am I on this thread? And what am I going to post next? Here to answer this is a professional cricketer

There's lots of people making love, but no mention af Geoff Boyott's average. :huh:

Oh Your_Lion, are you going to do anything or are you just going to show me films all evening?

What's the meaning of this? Who is this? Your_Lion, don't you understand, it's me that loves you. :boohoo:

Heavens, it's my lucky day, isn't it. All right, but you'll have to wait until I've married these two, sir. :coy:

No, no, no, no. I don't want to wait. At nine o'clock tomorrow, I want to be in there, (lion) taming. :whipgirl:

Well, Kirkie, doll, there are no lions in the Antarctic, baby. :unsure:

I've had my lot of the Arctic Circle. :moon: I wish I was back in Oldham.

Now if you and your pal had one big wish, Blackhawkrush, what would you like to see on television?
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Why am I sitting in this chair? Why am I on this thread? And what am I going to post next? Here to answer this is a professional cricketer

There's lots of people making love, but no mention af Geoff Boyott's average. :huh:

Oh Your_Lion, are you going to do anything or are you just going to show me films all evening?

What's the meaning of this? Who is this? Your_Lion, don't you understand, it's me that loves you. :boohoo:

Heavens, it's my lucky day, isn't it. All right, but you'll have to wait until I've married these two, sir. :coy:

No, no, no, no. I don't want to wait. At nine o'clock tomorrow, I want to be in there, (lion) taming. :whipgirl:

Well, Kirkie, doll, there are no lions in the Antarctic, baby. :unsure:

I've had my lot of the Arctic Circle. :moon: I wish I was back in Oldham.

Now if you and your pal had one big wish, Blackhawkrush, what would you like to see on television?

Attila the Nun. A simple country girl who took a vow of eternal brutality. :smash:
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Why am I sitting in this chair? Why am I on this thread? And what am I going to post next? Here to answer this is a professional cricketer

There's lots of people making love, but no mention af Geoff Boyott's average. :huh:

Oh Your_Lion, are you going to do anything or are you just going to show me films all evening?

What's the meaning of this? Who is this? Your_Lion, don't you understand, it's me that loves you. :boohoo:

Heavens, it's my lucky day, isn't it. All right, but you'll have to wait until I've married these two, sir. :coy:

No, no, no, no. I don't want to wait. At nine o'clock tomorrow, I want to be in there, (lion) taming. :whipgirl:

Well, Kirkie, doll, there are no lions in the Antarctic, baby. :unsure:

I've had my lot of the Arctic Circle. :moon: I wish I was back in Oldham.

Now if you and your pal had one big wish, Blackhawkrush, what would you like to see on television?

Attila the Nun. A simple country girl who took a vow of eternal brutality. :smash:

The same. Only more violent
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