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Well, things turned out all right in the end, but you mustn't ask how 'cause it's naughty. :finbar: They're all married and living quite well in a council estate near Dulwich.

121, Halliwell Road, Dulwich, SE21

Oh, you must be tired. It's a long drive from Coventry, isn't it?

7.30 Fed cat.

8.00 Breakfast.

8.30 Yes (successfully).

9.00 Set out on historic journey.

Ah, gleetings, capitalist dog; very sorry but must inform you, you are now prisoner of People's Republic.

Would you like drinkee? Or game bingo?

Now, Citizen and blackhawkrush have been found rubbing linseed oil into the TRF cormorant. Some of you may feel that the cormorant does not play an important part in the life of TRF, but I would remind you that it was presented to us by the Corporation of the town of Sudbury to commemorate Empire Day, when we try to remember the names of all those from the Sudbury area who so gallantly gave their lives to keep China British. So, from now on, the cormorant is strictly out of bounds!

Why is it that no one remembers the name of Johann Gambolputty...? :boohoo:

Terribly bad memory for names.
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Well, things turned out all right in the end, but you mustn't ask how 'cause it's naughty. :finbar: They're all married and living quite well in a council estate near Dulwich.

121, Halliwell Road, Dulwich, SE21

Oh, you must be tired. It's a long drive from Coventry, isn't it?

7.30 Fed cat.

8.00 Breakfast.

8.30 Yes (successfully).

9.00 Set out on historic journey.

Ah, gleetings, capitalist dog; very sorry but must inform you, you are now prisoner of People's Republic.

Would you like drinkee? Or game bingo?

Now, Citizen and blackhawkrush have been found rubbing linseed oil into the TRF cormorant. Some of you may feel that the cormorant does not play an important part in the life of TRF, but I would remind you that it was presented to us by the Corporation of the town of Sudbury to commemorate Empire Day, when we try to remember the names of all those from the Sudbury area who so gallantly gave their lives to keep China British. So, from now on, the cormorant is strictly out of bounds!

Why is it that no one remembers the name of Johann Gambolputty...? :boohoo:

Terribly bad memory for names.

His name's Riley... Jack Riley... He's that most rare of criminals ... a blancmange impersonator and cannibal.
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Well, things turned out all right in the end, but you mustn't ask how 'cause it's naughty. :finbar: They're all married and living quite well in a council estate near Dulwich.

121, Halliwell Road, Dulwich, SE21

Oh, you must be tired. It's a long drive from Coventry, isn't it?

7.30 Fed cat.

8.00 Breakfast.

8.30 Yes (successfully).

9.00 Set out on historic journey.

Ah, gleetings, capitalist dog; very sorry but must inform you, you are now prisoner of People's Republic.

Would you like drinkee? Or game bingo?

Now, Citizen and blackhawkrush have been found rubbing linseed oil into the TRF cormorant. Some of you may feel that the cormorant does not play an important part in the life of TRF, but I would remind you that it was presented to us by the Corporation of the town of Sudbury to commemorate Empire Day, when we try to remember the names of all those from the Sudbury area who so gallantly gave their lives to keep China British. So, from now on, the cormorant is strictly out of bounds!

Why is it that no one remembers the name of Johann Gambolputty...? :boohoo:

Terribly bad memory for names.

His name's Riley... Jack Riley... He's that most rare of criminals ... a blancmange impersonator and cannibal.

Listen ... chaps ... there's one last chance. I'm done for, I've got a gammy leg, I'm going fast, I'll never get through ... but ... some of you might ... so you'd better eat me.
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Well, things turned out all right in the end, but you mustn't ask how 'cause it's naughty. :finbar: They're all married and living quite well in a council estate near Dulwich.

121, Halliwell Road, Dulwich, SE21

Oh, you must be tired. It's a long drive from Coventry, isn't it?

7.30 Fed cat.

8.00 Breakfast.

8.30 Yes (successfully).

9.00 Set out on historic journey.

Ah, gleetings, capitalist dog; very sorry but must inform you, you are now prisoner of People's Republic.

Would you like drinkee? Or game bingo?

Now, Citizen and blackhawkrush have been found rubbing linseed oil into the TRF cormorant. Some of you may feel that the cormorant does not play an important part in the life of TRF, but I would remind you that it was presented to us by the Corporation of the town of Sudbury to commemorate Empire Day, when we try to remember the names of all those from the Sudbury area who so gallantly gave their lives to keep China British. So, from now on, the cormorant is strictly out of bounds!

Why is it that no one remembers the name of Johann Gambolputty...? :boohoo:

Terribly bad memory for names.

His name's Riley... Jack Riley... He's that most rare of criminals ... a blancmange impersonator and cannibal.

Listen ... chaps ... there's one last chance. I'm done for, I've got a gammy leg, I'm going fast, I'll never get through ... but ... some of you might ... so you'd better eat me.

Look, tell you what, we'll eat him, if you feel a bit guilty about it afterwards, we can dig a grave and you can throw up in it.
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Well, things turned out all right in the end, but you mustn't ask how 'cause it's naughty. :finbar: They're all married and living quite well in a council estate near Dulwich.

121, Halliwell Road, Dulwich, SE21

Oh, you must be tired. It's a long drive from Coventry, isn't it?

7.30 Fed cat.

8.00 Breakfast.

8.30 Yes (successfully).

9.00 Set out on historic journey.

Ah, gleetings, capitalist dog; very sorry but must inform you, you are now prisoner of People's Republic.

Would you like drinkee? Or game bingo?

Now, Citizen and blackhawkrush have been found rubbing linseed oil into the TRF cormorant. Some of you may feel that the cormorant does not play an important part in the life of TRF, but I would remind you that it was presented to us by the Corporation of the town of Sudbury to commemorate Empire Day, when we try to remember the names of all those from the Sudbury area who so gallantly gave their lives to keep China British. So, from now on, the cormorant is strictly out of bounds!

Why is it that no one remembers the name of Johann Gambolputty...? :boohoo:

Terribly bad memory for names.

His name's Riley... Jack Riley... He's that most rare of criminals ... a blancmange impersonator and cannibal.

Listen ... chaps ... there's one last chance. I'm done for, I've got a gammy leg, I'm going fast, I'll never get through ... but ... some of you might ... so you'd better eat me.

Look, tell you what, we'll eat him, if you feel a bit guilty about it afterwards, we can dig a grave and you can throw up in it.

Gaston! A bucket for monsieur.
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Well, things turned out all right in the end, but you mustn't ask how 'cause it's naughty. :finbar: They're all married and living quite well in a council estate near Dulwich.

121, Halliwell Road, Dulwich, SE21

Oh, you must be tired. It's a long drive from Coventry, isn't it?

7.30 Fed cat.

8.00 Breakfast.

8.30 Yes (successfully).

9.00 Set out on historic journey.

Ah, gleetings, capitalist dog; very sorry but must inform you, you are now prisoner of People's Republic.

Would you like drinkee? Or game bingo?

Now, Citizen and blackhawkrush have been found rubbing linseed oil into the TRF cormorant. Some of you may feel that the cormorant does not play an important part in the life of TRF, but I would remind you that it was presented to us by the Corporation of the town of Sudbury to commemorate Empire Day, when we try to remember the names of all those from the Sudbury area who so gallantly gave their lives to keep China British. So, from now on, the cormorant is strictly out of bounds!

Why is it that no one remembers the name of Johann Gambolputty...? :boohoo:

Terribly bad memory for names.

His name's Riley... Jack Riley... He's that most rare of criminals ... a blancmange impersonator and cannibal.

Listen ... chaps ... there's one last chance. I'm done for, I've got a gammy leg, I'm going fast, I'll never get through ... but ... some of you might ... so you'd better eat me.

Look, tell you what, we'll eat him, if you feel a bit guilty about it afterwards, we can dig a grave and you can throw up in it.

Gaston! A bucket for monsieur.

Oh yes, we get a lot of French people round here. All over, yes.
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Well, things turned out all right in the end, but you mustn't ask how 'cause it's naughty. :finbar: They're all married and living quite well in a council estate near Dulwich.

121, Halliwell Road, Dulwich, SE21

Oh, you must be tired. It's a long drive from Coventry, isn't it?

7.30 Fed cat.

8.00 Breakfast.

8.30 Yes (successfully).

9.00 Set out on historic journey.

Ah, gleetings, capitalist dog; very sorry but must inform you, you are now prisoner of People's Republic.

Would you like drinkee? Or game bingo?

Now, Citizen and blackhawkrush have been found rubbing linseed oil into the TRF cormorant. Some of you may feel that the cormorant does not play an important part in the life of TRF, but I would remind you that it was presented to us by the Corporation of the town of Sudbury to commemorate Empire Day, when we try to remember the names of all those from the Sudbury area who so gallantly gave their lives to keep China British. So, from now on, the cormorant is strictly out of bounds!

Why is it that no one remembers the name of Johann Gambolputty...? :boohoo:

Terribly bad memory for names.

His name's Riley... Jack Riley... He's that most rare of criminals ... a blancmange impersonator and cannibal.

Listen ... chaps ... there's one last chance. I'm done for, I've got a gammy leg, I'm going fast, I'll never get through ... but ... some of you might ... so you'd better eat me.

Look, tell you what, we'll eat him, if you feel a bit guilty about it afterwards, we can dig a grave and you can throw up in it.

Gaston! A bucket for monsieur.

Oh yes, we get a lot of French people round here. All over, yes.

What are you doing in England? If you will not show us the Grail, we shall take your castle by force. :hug2:
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Well, things turned out all right in the end, but you mustn't ask how 'cause it's naughty. :finbar: They're all married and living quite well in a council estate near Dulwich.

121, Halliwell Road, Dulwich, SE21

Oh, you must be tired. It's a long drive from Coventry, isn't it?

7.30 Fed cat.

8.00 Breakfast.

8.30 Yes (successfully).

9.00 Set out on historic journey.

Ah, gleetings, capitalist dog; very sorry but must inform you, you are now prisoner of People's Republic.

Would you like drinkee? Or game bingo?

Now, Citizen and blackhawkrush have been found rubbing linseed oil into the TRF cormorant. Some of you may feel that the cormorant does not play an important part in the life of TRF, but I would remind you that it was presented to us by the Corporation of the town of Sudbury to commemorate Empire Day, when we try to remember the names of all those from the Sudbury area who so gallantly gave their lives to keep China British. So, from now on, the cormorant is strictly out of bounds!

Why is it that no one remembers the name of Johann Gambolputty...? :boohoo:

Terribly bad memory for names.

His name's Riley... Jack Riley... He's that most rare of criminals ... a blancmange impersonator and cannibal.

Listen ... chaps ... there's one last chance. I'm done for, I've got a gammy leg, I'm going fast, I'll never get through ... but ... some of you might ... so you'd better eat me.

Look, tell you what, we'll eat him, if you feel a bit guilty about it afterwards, we can dig a grave and you can throw up in it.

Gaston! A bucket for monsieur.

Oh yes, we get a lot of French people round here. All over, yes.

What are you doing in England? If you will not show us the Grail, we shall take your castle by force. :hug2:

No, no, I live 'ere.
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Well, things turned out all right in the end, but you mustn't ask how 'cause it's naughty. :finbar: They're all married and living quite well in a council estate near Dulwich.

121, Halliwell Road, Dulwich, SE21

Oh, you must be tired. It's a long drive from Coventry, isn't it?

7.30 Fed cat.

8.00 Breakfast.

8.30 Yes (successfully).

9.00 Set out on historic journey.

Ah, gleetings, capitalist dog; very sorry but must inform you, you are now prisoner of People's Republic.

Would you like drinkee? Or game bingo?

Now, Citizen and blackhawkrush have been found rubbing linseed oil into the TRF cormorant. Some of you may feel that the cormorant does not play an important part in the life of TRF, but I would remind you that it was presented to us by the Corporation of the town of Sudbury to commemorate Empire Day, when we try to remember the names of all those from the Sudbury area who so gallantly gave their lives to keep China British. So, from now on, the cormorant is strictly out of bounds!

Why is it that no one remembers the name of Johann Gambolputty...? :boohoo:

Terribly bad memory for names.

His name's Riley... Jack Riley... He's that most rare of criminals ... a blancmange impersonator and cannibal.

Listen ... chaps ... there's one last chance. I'm done for, I've got a gammy leg, I'm going fast, I'll never get through ... but ... some of you might ... so you'd better eat me.

Look, tell you what, we'll eat him, if you feel a bit guilty about it afterwards, we can dig a grave and you can throw up in it.

Gaston! A bucket for monsieur.

Oh yes, we get a lot of French people round here. All over, yes.

What are you doing in England? If you will not show us the Grail, we shall take your castle by force. :hug2:

No, no, I live 'ere.

You don't mind living in a figment of another man's imagination? :blink:
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Well, things turned out all right in the end, but you mustn't ask how 'cause it's naughty. :finbar: They're all married and living quite well in a council estate near Dulwich.

121, Halliwell Road, Dulwich, SE21

Oh, you must be tired. It's a long drive from Coventry, isn't it?

7.30 Fed cat.

8.00 Breakfast.

8.30 Yes (successfully).

9.00 Set out on historic journey.

Ah, gleetings, capitalist dog; very sorry but must inform you, you are now prisoner of People's Republic.

Would you like drinkee? Or game bingo?

Now, Citizen and blackhawkrush have been found rubbing linseed oil into the TRF cormorant. Some of you may feel that the cormorant does not play an important part in the life of TRF, but I would remind you that it was presented to us by the Corporation of the town of Sudbury to commemorate Empire Day, when we try to remember the names of all those from the Sudbury area who so gallantly gave their lives to keep China British. So, from now on, the cormorant is strictly out of bounds!

Why is it that no one remembers the name of Johann Gambolputty...? :boohoo:

Terribly bad memory for names.

His name's Riley... Jack Riley... He's that most rare of criminals ... a blancmange impersonator and cannibal.

Listen ... chaps ... there's one last chance. I'm done for, I've got a gammy leg, I'm going fast, I'll never get through ... but ... some of you might ... so you'd better eat me.

Look, tell you what, we'll eat him, if you feel a bit guilty about it afterwards, we can dig a grave and you can throw up in it.

Gaston! A bucket for monsieur.

Oh yes, we get a lot of French people round here. All over, yes.

What are you doing in England? If you will not show us the Grail, we shall take your castle by force. :hug2:

No, no, I live 'ere.

You don't mind living in a figment of another man's imagination? :blink:

Oh, we used to dream of living in a corridor! Would have been a palace to us! We used to live in an old watertank on a rubbish tip. We'd all woke up every morning by having a load of rotten fish dumped all over us! House, huh!
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Well, things turned out all right in the end, but you mustn't ask how 'cause it's naughty. :finbar: They're all married and living quite well in a council estate near Dulwich.

121, Halliwell Road, Dulwich, SE21

Oh, you must be tired. It's a long drive from Coventry, isn't it?

7.30 Fed cat.

8.00 Breakfast.

8.30 Yes (successfully).

9.00 Set out on historic journey.

Ah, gleetings, capitalist dog; very sorry but must inform you, you are now prisoner of People's Republic.

Would you like drinkee? Or game bingo?

Now, Citizen and blackhawkrush have been found rubbing linseed oil into the TRF cormorant. Some of you may feel that the cormorant does not play an important part in the life of TRF, but I would remind you that it was presented to us by the Corporation of the town of Sudbury to commemorate Empire Day, when we try to remember the names of all those from the Sudbury area who so gallantly gave their lives to keep China British. So, from now on, the cormorant is strictly out of bounds!

Why is it that no one remembers the name of Johann Gambolputty...? :boohoo:

Terribly bad memory for names.

His name's Riley... Jack Riley... He's that most rare of criminals ... a blancmange impersonator and cannibal.

Listen ... chaps ... there's one last chance. I'm done for, I've got a gammy leg, I'm going fast, I'll never get through ... but ... some of you might ... so you'd better eat me.

Look, tell you what, we'll eat him, if you feel a bit guilty about it afterwards, we can dig a grave and you can throw up in it.

Gaston! A bucket for monsieur.

Oh yes, we get a lot of French people round here. All over, yes.

What are you doing in England? If you will not show us the Grail, we shall take your castle by force. :hug2:

No, no, I live 'ere.

You don't mind living in a figment of another man's imagination? :blink:

Oh, we used to dream of living in a corridor! Would have been a palace to us! We used to live in an old watertank on a rubbish tip. We'd all woke up every morning by having a load of rotten fish dumped all over us! House, huh!

What do you know about it? What do you know about getting up at five o'clock in the morning to fly to Paris, back at the Old Vic for drinks at twelve? Yet tit! :drool:
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Well, things turned out all right in the end, but you mustn't ask how 'cause it's naughty. :finbar: They're all married and living quite well in a council estate near Dulwich.

121, Halliwell Road, Dulwich, SE21

Oh, you must be tired. It's a long drive from Coventry, isn't it?

7.30 Fed cat.

8.00 Breakfast.

8.30 Yes (successfully).

9.00 Set out on historic journey.

Ah, gleetings, capitalist dog; very sorry but must inform you, you are now prisoner of People's Republic.

Would you like drinkee? Or game bingo?

Now, Citizen and blackhawkrush have been found rubbing linseed oil into the TRF cormorant. Some of you may feel that the cormorant does not play an important part in the life of TRF, but I would remind you that it was presented to us by the Corporation of the town of Sudbury to commemorate Empire Day, when we try to remember the names of all those from the Sudbury area who so gallantly gave their lives to keep China British. So, from now on, the cormorant is strictly out of bounds!

Why is it that no one remembers the name of Johann Gambolputty...? :boohoo:

Terribly bad memory for names.

His name's Riley... Jack Riley... He's that most rare of criminals ... a blancmange impersonator and cannibal.

Listen ... chaps ... there's one last chance. I'm done for, I've got a gammy leg, I'm going fast, I'll never get through ... but ... some of you might ... so you'd better eat me.

Look, tell you what, we'll eat him, if you feel a bit guilty about it afterwards, we can dig a grave and you can throw up in it.

Gaston! A bucket for monsieur.

Oh yes, we get a lot of French people round here. All over, yes.

What are you doing in England? If you will not show us the Grail, we shall take your castle by force. :hug2:

No, no, I live 'ere.

You don't mind living in a figment of another man's imagination? :blink:

Oh, we used to dream of living in a corridor! Would have been a palace to us! We used to live in an old watertank on a rubbish tip. We'd all woke up every morning by having a load of rotten fish dumped all over us! House, huh!

What do you know about it? What do you know about getting up at five o'clock in the morning to fly to Paris, back at the Old Vic for drinks at twelve? Yet tit! :drool:

I like tits!
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Well, things turned out all right in the end, but you mustn't ask how 'cause it's naughty. :finbar: They're all married and living quite well in a council estate near Dulwich.

121, Halliwell Road, Dulwich, SE21

Oh, you must be tired. It's a long drive from Coventry, isn't it?

7.30 Fed cat.

8.00 Breakfast.

8.30 Yes (successfully).

9.00 Set out on historic journey.

Ah, gleetings, capitalist dog; very sorry but must inform you, you are now prisoner of People's Republic.

Would you like drinkee? Or game bingo?

Now, Citizen and blackhawkrush have been found rubbing linseed oil into the TRF cormorant. Some of you may feel that the cormorant does not play an important part in the life of TRF, but I would remind you that it was presented to us by the Corporation of the town of Sudbury to commemorate Empire Day, when we try to remember the names of all those from the Sudbury area who so gallantly gave their lives to keep China British. So, from now on, the cormorant is strictly out of bounds!

Why is it that no one remembers the name of Johann Gambolputty...? :boohoo:

Terribly bad memory for names.

His name's Riley... Jack Riley... He's that most rare of criminals ... a blancmange impersonator and cannibal.

Listen ... chaps ... there's one last chance. I'm done for, I've got a gammy leg, I'm going fast, I'll never get through ... but ... some of you might ... so you'd better eat me.

Look, tell you what, we'll eat him, if you feel a bit guilty about it afterwards, we can dig a grave and you can throw up in it.

Gaston! A bucket for monsieur.

Oh yes, we get a lot of French people round here. All over, yes.

What are you doing in England? If you will not show us the Grail, we shall take your castle by force. :hug2:

No, no, I live 'ere.

You don't mind living in a figment of another man's imagination? :blink:

Oh, we used to dream of living in a corridor! Would have been a palace to us! We used to live in an old watertank on a rubbish tip. We'd all woke up every morning by having a load of rotten fish dumped all over us! House, huh!

What do you know about it? What do you know about getting up at five o'clock in the morning to fly to Paris, back at the Old Vic for drinks at twelve? Yet tit! :drool:

I like tits!

Number twelve: The naughty bits of a lady.
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Well I mean like you've er...you've done it...I mean like, know...you've...er...you've slept...with a lady...What's it like?

Well I can see you're all ready to go. So I'll just wish you good luck in your latest venture.
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Well I mean like you've er...you've done it...I mean like, know...you've...er...you've slept...with a lady...What's it like?

Well I can see you're all ready to go. So I'll just wish you good luck in your latest venture.

Well I saw your adverts in the paper and I've been on package tours several times, you see, and I decided that this was for me.
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Well I mean like you've er...you've done it...I mean like, know...you've...er...you've slept...with a lady...What's it like?

Well I can see you're all ready to go. So I'll just wish you good luck in your latest venture.

Well I saw your adverts in the paper and I've been on package tours several times, you see, and I decided that this was for me.

If you like going to the West End. I think it's a stinking dump. :moon:
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Well I mean like you've er...you've done it...I mean like, know...you've...er...you've slept...with a lady...What's it like?

Well I can see you're all ready to go. So I'll just wish you good luck in your latest venture.

Well I saw your adverts in the paper and I've been on package tours several times, you see, and I decided that this was for me.

If you like going to the West End. I think it's a stinking dump. :moon:

My God, what a simply ghastly place.
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Well I mean like you've er...you've done it...I mean like, know...you've...er...you've slept...with a lady...What's it like?

Well I can see you're all ready to go. So I'll just wish you good luck in your latest venture.

Well I saw your adverts in the paper and I've been on package tours several times, you see, and I decided that this was for me.

If you like going to the West End. I think it's a stinking dump. :moon:

My God, what a simply ghastly place.

:yes: Frankly, I think the central pillar may need strengthening.
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Well I mean like you've er...you've done it...I mean like, know...you've...er...you've slept...with a lady...What's it like?

Well I can see you're all ready to go. So I'll just wish you good luck in your latest venture.

Well I saw your adverts in the paper and I've been on package tours several times, you see, and I decided that this was for me.

If you like going to the West End. I think it's a stinking dump. :moon:

My God, what a simply ghastly place.

:yes: Frankly, I think the central pillar may need strengthening.

The local Council here have over fifty hypnosis-induced twenty-five story blocks, put up by El Mystico and Janet. I asked Mr Ken Verybigliar the advantages of hypnosis compared to other building methods.
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Well I mean like you've er...you've done it...I mean like, know...you've...er...you've slept...with a lady...What's it like?

Well I can see you're all ready to go. So I'll just wish you good luck in your latest venture.

Well I saw your adverts in the paper and I've been on package tours several times, you see, and I decided that this was for me.

If you like going to the West End. I think it's a stinking dump. :moon:

My God, what a simply ghastly place.

:yes: Frankly, I think the central pillar may need strengthening.

The local Council here have over fifty hypnosis-induced twenty-five story blocks, put up by El Mystico and Janet. I asked Mr Ken Verybigliar the advantages of hypnosis compared to other building methods.

TRF brings you a man who claims he can send bricks to sleep by hypnosis. :notworthy:
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Well I mean like you've er...you've done it...I mean like, know...you've...er...you've slept...with a lady...What's it like?

Well I can see you're all ready to go. So I'll just wish you good luck in your latest venture.

Well I saw your adverts in the paper and I've been on package tours several times, you see, and I decided that this was for me.

If you like going to the West End. I think it's a stinking dump. :moon:

My God, what a simply ghastly place.

:yes: Frankly, I think the central pillar may need strengthening.

The local Council here have over fifty hypnosis-induced twenty-five story blocks, put up by El Mystico and Janet. I asked Mr Ken Verybigliar the advantages of hypnosis compared to other building methods.

TRF brings you a man who claims he can send bricks to sleep by hypnosis. :notworthy:

:gumby: Basically, I believe in peace and bashing two bricks together.
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Well I mean like you've er...you've done it...I mean like, know...you've...er...you've slept...with a lady...What's it like?

Well I can see you're all ready to go. So I'll just wish you good luck in your latest venture.

Well I saw your adverts in the paper and I've been on package tours several times, you see, and I decided that this was for me.

If you like going to the West End. I think it's a stinking dump. :moon:

My God, what a simply ghastly place.

:yes: Frankly, I think the central pillar may need strengthening.

The local Council here have over fifty hypnosis-induced twenty-five story blocks, put up by El Mystico and Janet. I asked Mr Ken Verybigliar the advantages of hypnosis compared to other building methods.

TRF brings you a man who claims he can send bricks to sleep by hypnosis. :notworthy:

:gumby: Basically, I believe in peace and bashing two bricks together.

At Christmas parties I used to strike myself on the head repeatedly with blunt instruments while crooning. 'Only make believe, I love you, Only make believe that you love me,
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Well I mean like you've er...you've done it...I mean like, know...you've...er...you've slept...with a lady...What's it like?

Well I can see you're all ready to go. So I'll just wish you good luck in your latest venture.

Well I saw your adverts in the paper and I've been on package tours several times, you see, and I decided that this was for me.

If you like going to the West End. I think it's a stinking dump. :moon:

My God, what a simply ghastly place.

:yes: Frankly, I think the central pillar may need strengthening.

The local Council here have over fifty hypnosis-induced twenty-five story blocks, put up by El Mystico and Janet. I asked Mr Ken Verybigliar the advantages of hypnosis compared to other building methods.

TRF brings you a man who claims he can send bricks to sleep by hypnosis. :notworthy:

:gumby: Basically, I believe in peace and bashing two bricks together.

At Christmas parties I used to strike myself on the head repeatedly with blunt instruments while crooning. 'Only make believe, I love you, Only make believe that you love me,

Yummy, yummy, yummy, I've got love in my tummy. :guitar:
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Well I mean like you've er...you've done it...I mean like, know...you've...er...you've slept...with a lady...What's it like?

Well I can see you're all ready to go. So I'll just wish you good luck in your latest venture.

Well I saw your adverts in the paper and I've been on package tours several times, you see, and I decided that this was for me.

If you like going to the West End. I think it's a stinking dump. :moon:

My God, what a simply ghastly place.

:yes: Frankly, I think the central pillar may need strengthening.

The local Council here have over fifty hypnosis-induced twenty-five story blocks, put up by El Mystico and Janet. I asked Mr Ken Verybigliar the advantages of hypnosis compared to other building methods.

TRF brings you a man who claims he can send bricks to sleep by hypnosis. :notworthy:

:gumby: Basically, I believe in peace and bashing two bricks together.

At Christmas parties I used to strike myself on the head repeatedly with blunt instruments while crooning. 'Only make believe, I love you, Only make believe that you love me,

Yummy, yummy, yummy, I've got love in my tummy. :guitar:

Yes! Coming to this forum soon! The tender compassionate story of one man's love for another man in drag.
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