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No, no...you not speak English velly wells. Shut face. :bitchslap:

I think when I'm in this idiom, sometimes I get carried away.

You killed eight wedding guests in all. You even kicked the bride in the chest. :moon:

Yes, but I am a doctor. Actually, I'm a gynaecologist but that was my lunch hour.

No, you're not. You're a greengrocer, I'm an insurance salesman.

He's the most brilliant man I ever met. We were in the CIA together. He's retired now. He breeds rabbits up in the Yukon...

Yes, they breed in the sewers

You tit! I soiled my armor I was so scared reading this post. :scared:

blackhawkrush's just done a bundle.

There seems to have been an accident. Well, several accidents actually.

No parrots were involved in an accident on the M1 today, when a lorry carrying high octane fuel was in collision with a bollard ... that is a bollard and not a parrot

Listen, in order to maintain air-speed velocity, a swallow needs to beat its wings 43 times every second, right?

you assured me that its lack of movement was due to it being tired and shagged out after a long squawk.
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No, no...you not speak English velly wells. Shut face. :bitchslap:

I think when I'm in this idiom, sometimes I get carried away.

You killed eight wedding guests in all. You even kicked the bride in the chest. :moon:

Yes, but I am a doctor. Actually, I'm a gynaecologist but that was my lunch hour.

No, you're not. You're a greengrocer, I'm an insurance salesman.

He's the most brilliant man I ever met. We were in the CIA together. He's retired now. He breeds rabbits up in the Yukon...

Yes, they breed in the sewers

You tit! I soiled my armor I was so scared reading this post. :scared:

blackhawkrush's just done a bundle.

There seems to have been an accident. Well, several accidents actually.

No parrots were involved in an accident on the M1 today, when a lorry carrying high octane fuel was in collision with a bollard ... that is a bollard and not a parrot

Listen, in order to maintain air-speed velocity, a swallow needs to beat its wings 43 times every second, right?

you assured me that its lack of movement was due to it being tired and shagged out after a long squawk.

But if he's not dead, what's he doing in a coffin? :rose:
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No, no...you not speak English velly wells. Shut face. :bitchslap:

I think when I'm in this idiom, sometimes I get carried away.

You killed eight wedding guests in all. You even kicked the bride in the chest. :moon:

Yes, but I am a doctor. Actually, I'm a gynaecologist but that was my lunch hour.

No, you're not. You're a greengrocer, I'm an insurance salesman.

He's the most brilliant man I ever met. We were in the CIA together. He's retired now. He breeds rabbits up in the Yukon...

Yes, they breed in the sewers

You tit! I soiled my armor I was so scared reading this post. :scared:

blackhawkrush's just done a bundle.

There seems to have been an accident. Well, several accidents actually.

No parrots were involved in an accident on the M1 today, when a lorry carrying high octane fuel was in collision with a bollard ... that is a bollard and not a parrot

Listen, in order to maintain air-speed velocity, a swallow needs to beat its wings 43 times every second, right?

you assured me that its lack of movement was due to it being tired and shagged out after a long squawk.

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

His mother's been much better since she had her head off, yes she has, I said, don't you talk to me about bladders.
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No, no...you not speak English velly wells. Shut face. :bitchslap:

I think when I'm in this idiom, sometimes I get carried away.

You killed eight wedding guests in all. You even kicked the bride in the chest. :moon:

Yes, but I am a doctor. Actually, I'm a gynaecologist but that was my lunch hour.

No, you're not. You're a greengrocer, I'm an insurance salesman.

He's the most brilliant man I ever met. We were in the CIA together. He's retired now. He breeds rabbits up in the Yukon...

Yes, they breed in the sewers

You tit! I soiled my armor I was so scared reading this post. :scared:

blackhawkrush's just done a bundle.

There seems to have been an accident. Well, several accidents actually.

No parrots were involved in an accident on the M1 today, when a lorry carrying high octane fuel was in collision with a bollard ... that is a bollard and not a parrot

Listen, in order to maintain air-speed velocity, a swallow needs to beat its wings 43 times every second, right?

you assured me that its lack of movement was due to it being tired and shagged out after a long squawk.

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

His mother's been much better since she had her head off, yes she has, I said, don't you talk to me about bladders.

Hope...the bladder trouble's...getting better. Love, blackhawkrush. :wub:
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No, no...you not speak English velly wells. Shut face. :bitchslap:

I think when I'm in this idiom, sometimes I get carried away.

You killed eight wedding guests in all. You even kicked the bride in the chest. :moon:

Yes, but I am a doctor. Actually, I'm a gynaecologist but that was my lunch hour.

No, you're not. You're a greengrocer, I'm an insurance salesman.

He's the most brilliant man I ever met. We were in the CIA together. He's retired now. He breeds rabbits up in the Yukon...

Yes, they breed in the sewers

You tit! I soiled my armor I was so scared reading this post. :scared:

blackhawkrush's just done a bundle.

There seems to have been an accident. Well, several accidents actually.

No parrots were involved in an accident on the M1 today, when a lorry carrying high octane fuel was in collision with a bollard ... that is a bollard and not a parrot

Listen, in order to maintain air-speed velocity, a swallow needs to beat its wings 43 times every second, right?

you assured me that its lack of movement was due to it being tired and shagged out after a long squawk.

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

His mother's been much better since she had her head off, yes she has, I said, don't you talk to me about bladders.

Hope...the bladder trouble's...getting better. Love, blackhawkrush. :wub:

Yes, there's a lot of it about. Probably a virus. Uh, keep warm, plenty of rest, and if you're playing football or anything, try and favour the other leg.
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No, no...you not speak English velly wells. Shut face. :bitchslap:

I think when I'm in this idiom, sometimes I get carried away.

You killed eight wedding guests in all. You even kicked the bride in the chest. :moon:

Yes, but I am a doctor. Actually, I'm a gynaecologist but that was my lunch hour.

No, you're not. You're a greengrocer, I'm an insurance salesman.

He's the most brilliant man I ever met. We were in the CIA together. He's retired now. He breeds rabbits up in the Yukon...

Yes, they breed in the sewers

You tit! I soiled my armor I was so scared reading this post. :scared:

blackhawkrush's just done a bundle.

There seems to have been an accident. Well, several accidents actually.

No parrots were involved in an accident on the M1 today, when a lorry carrying high octane fuel was in collision with a bollard ... that is a bollard and not a parrot

Listen, in order to maintain air-speed velocity, a swallow needs to beat its wings 43 times every second, right?

you assured me that its lack of movement was due to it being tired and shagged out after a long squawk.

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

His mother's been much better since she had her head off, yes she has, I said, don't you talk to me about bladders.

Hope...the bladder trouble's...getting better. Love, blackhawkrush. :wub:

Yes, there's a lot of it about. Probably a virus. Uh, keep warm, plenty of rest, and if you're playing football or anything, try and favour the other leg.

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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No, no...you not speak English velly wells. Shut face. :bitchslap:

I think when I'm in this idiom, sometimes I get carried away.

You killed eight wedding guests in all. You even kicked the bride in the chest. :moon:

Yes, but I am a doctor. Actually, I'm a gynaecologist but that was my lunch hour.

No, you're not. You're a greengrocer, I'm an insurance salesman.

He's the most brilliant man I ever met. We were in the CIA together. He's retired now. He breeds rabbits up in the Yukon...

Yes, they breed in the sewers

You tit! I soiled my armor I was so scared reading this post. :scared:

blackhawkrush's just done a bundle.

There seems to have been an accident. Well, several accidents actually.

No parrots were involved in an accident on the M1 today, when a lorry carrying high octane fuel was in collision with a bollard ... that is a bollard and not a parrot

Listen, in order to maintain air-speed velocity, a swallow needs to beat its wings 43 times every second, right?

you assured me that its lack of movement was due to it being tired and shagged out after a long squawk.

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

His mother's been much better since she had her head off, yes she has, I said, don't you talk to me about bladders.

Hope...the bladder trouble's...getting better. Love, blackhawkrush. :wub:

Yes, there's a lot of it about. Probably a virus. Uh, keep warm, plenty of rest, and if you're playing football or anything, try and favour the other leg.

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. I couldn't eat another thing. I'm absolutely stuffed. Bugger off.
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No, no...you not speak English velly wells. Shut face. :bitchslap:

I think when I'm in this idiom, sometimes I get carried away.

You killed eight wedding guests in all. You even kicked the bride in the chest. :moon:

Yes, but I am a doctor. Actually, I'm a gynaecologist but that was my lunch hour.

No, you're not. You're a greengrocer, I'm an insurance salesman.

He's the most brilliant man I ever met. We were in the CIA together. He's retired now. He breeds rabbits up in the Yukon...

Yes, they breed in the sewers

You tit! I soiled my armor I was so scared reading this post. :scared:

blackhawkrush's just done a bundle.

There seems to have been an accident. Well, several accidents actually.

No parrots were involved in an accident on the M1 today, when a lorry carrying high octane fuel was in collision with a bollard ... that is a bollard and not a parrot

Listen, in order to maintain air-speed velocity, a swallow needs to beat its wings 43 times every second, right?

you assured me that its lack of movement was due to it being tired and shagged out after a long squawk.

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

His mother's been much better since she had her head off, yes she has, I said, don't you talk to me about bladders.

Hope...the bladder trouble's...getting better. Love, blackhawkrush. :wub:

Yes, there's a lot of it about. Probably a virus. Uh, keep warm, plenty of rest, and if you're playing football or anything, try and favour the other leg.

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. I couldn't eat another thing. I'm absolutely stuffed. Bugger off.

He is packing it in and packing it up

And sneaking away and buggering off

And chickening out and pissing off home

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No, no...you not speak English velly wells. Shut face. :bitchslap:

I think when I'm in this idiom, sometimes I get carried away.

You killed eight wedding guests in all. You even kicked the bride in the chest. :moon:

Yes, but I am a doctor. Actually, I'm a gynaecologist but that was my lunch hour.

No, you're not. You're a greengrocer, I'm an insurance salesman.

He's the most brilliant man I ever met. We were in the CIA together. He's retired now. He breeds rabbits up in the Yukon...

Yes, they breed in the sewers

You tit! I soiled my armor I was so scared reading this post. :scared:

blackhawkrush's just done a bundle.

There seems to have been an accident. Well, several accidents actually.

No parrots were involved in an accident on the M1 today, when a lorry carrying high octane fuel was in collision with a bollard ... that is a bollard and not a parrot

Listen, in order to maintain air-speed velocity, a swallow needs to beat its wings 43 times every second, right?

you assured me that its lack of movement was due to it being tired and shagged out after a long squawk.

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

His mother's been much better since she had her head off, yes she has, I said, don't you talk to me about bladders.

Hope...the bladder trouble's...getting better. Love, blackhawkrush. :wub:

Yes, there's a lot of it about. Probably a virus. Uh, keep warm, plenty of rest, and if you're playing football or anything, try and favour the other leg.

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. I couldn't eat another thing. I'm absolutely stuffed. Bugger off.

He is packing it in and packing it up

And sneaking away and buggering off

And chickening out and pissing off home

You can catch the 11.30 from Hornchurch and be in Basingstoke by one o'clock. :ebert:
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Well, that's the plan. The time is now 19.42 hours. I want you to get to bed, have a good night's rest and be up on parade early in the morning. Thank you for listening and thank you for a lovely supper.
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Well, that's the plan. The time is now 19.42 hours. I want you to get to bed, have a good night's rest and be up on parade early in the morning. Thank you for listening and thank you for a lovely supper.

but I wanted to give the impression of a huge get-together, you know. A real Last Supper, not just any old supper, but a proper final treat, a real mother of a blow-out
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Well, that's the plan. The time is now 19.42 hours. I want you to get to bed, have a good night's rest and be up on parade early in the morning. Thank you for listening and thank you for a lovely supper.

but I wanted to give the impression of a huge get-together, you know. A real Last Supper, not just any old supper, but a proper final treat, a real mother of a blow-out

To our own beloved Citizen. A poem on his 57th Birthday. "Lend us a couple of bob till Thursday. I'm absolutely skint".
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Well, that's the plan. The time is now 19.42 hours. I want you to get to bed, have a good night's rest and be up on parade early in the morning. Thank you for listening and thank you for a lovely supper.

but I wanted to give the impression of a huge get-together, you know. A real Last Supper, not just any old supper, but a proper final treat, a real mother of a blow-out

To our own beloved Citizen. A poem on his 57th Birthday. "Lend us a couple of bob till Thursday. I'm absolutely skint".

Who'd have thought thirty year ago we'd all be sittin' here drinking Château de Chasselas, eh?
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Well, that's the plan. The time is now 19.42 hours. I want you to get to bed, have a good night's rest and be up on parade early in the morning. Thank you for listening and thank you for a lovely supper.

but I wanted to give the impression of a huge get-together, you know. A real Last Supper, not just any old supper, but a proper final treat, a real mother of a blow-out

To our own beloved Citizen. A poem on his 57th Birthday. "Lend us a couple of bob till Thursday. I'm absolutely skint".

Who'd have thought thirty year ago we'd all be sittin' here drinking Château de Chasselas, eh?

Oh, yes. It's very nice-a. :spitwater: Now go away or I shall taunt you a second time-a.
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Well, that's the plan. The time is now 19.42 hours. I want you to get to bed, have a good night's rest and be up on parade early in the morning. Thank you for listening and thank you for a lovely supper.

but I wanted to give the impression of a huge get-together, you know. A real Last Supper, not just any old supper, but a proper final treat, a real mother of a blow-out

To our own beloved Citizen. A poem on his 57th Birthday. "Lend us a couple of bob till Thursday. I'm absolutely skint".

Who'd have thought thirty year ago we'd all be sittin' here drinking Château de Chasselas, eh?

Oh, yes. It's very nice-a. :spitwater: Now go away or I shall taunt you a second time-a.

No time to lose.
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Well, that's the plan. The time is now 19.42 hours. I want you to get to bed, have a good night's rest and be up on parade early in the morning. Thank you for listening and thank you for a lovely supper.

but I wanted to give the impression of a huge get-together, you know. A real Last Supper, not just any old supper, but a proper final treat, a real mother of a blow-out

To our own beloved Citizen. A poem on his 57th Birthday. "Lend us a couple of bob till Thursday. I'm absolutely skint".

Who'd have thought thirty year ago we'd all be sittin' here drinking Château de Chasselas, eh?

Oh, yes. It's very nice-a. :spitwater: Now go away or I shall taunt you a second time-a.

No time to lose.

Well, no. Provided I get a good lift off and maybe a gust of breeze over the French coast, I shall be jumping into the center of Calais itself. :ebert:
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Well, that's the plan. The time is now 19.42 hours. I want you to get to bed, have a good night's rest and be up on parade early in the morning. Thank you for listening and thank you for a lovely supper.

but I wanted to give the impression of a huge get-together, you know. A real Last Supper, not just any old supper, but a proper final treat, a real mother of a blow-out

To our own beloved Citizen. A poem on his 57th Birthday. "Lend us a couple of bob till Thursday. I'm absolutely skint".

Who'd have thought thirty year ago we'd all be sittin' here drinking Château de Chasselas, eh?

Oh, yes. It's very nice-a. :spitwater: Now go away or I shall taunt you a second time-a.

No time to lose.

Well, no. Provided I get a good lift off and maybe a gust of breeze over the French coast, I shall be jumping into the center of Calais itself. :ebert:

The penguins scores were consistently equal to those of the non-English-speaking group.
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Well, that's the plan. The time is now 19.42 hours. I want you to get to bed, have a good night's rest and be up on parade early in the morning. Thank you for listening and thank you for a lovely supper.

but I wanted to give the impression of a huge get-together, you know. A real Last Supper, not just any old supper, but a proper final treat, a real mother of a blow-out

To our own beloved Citizen. A poem on his 57th Birthday. "Lend us a couple of bob till Thursday. I'm absolutely skint".

Who'd have thought thirty year ago we'd all be sittin' here drinking Château de Chasselas, eh?

Oh, yes. It's very nice-a. :spitwater: Now go away or I shall taunt you a second time-a.

No time to lose.

Well, no. Provided I get a good lift off and maybe a gust of breeze over the French coast, I shall be jumping into the center of Calais itself. :ebert:

The penguins scores were consistently equal to those of the non-English-speaking group.

Oh, intercourse the penguin.
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Well, that's the plan. The time is now 19.42 hours. I want you to get to bed, have a good night's rest and be up on parade early in the morning. Thank you for listening and thank you for a lovely supper.

but I wanted to give the impression of a huge get-together, you know. A real Last Supper, not just any old supper, but a proper final treat, a real mother of a blow-out

To our own beloved Citizen. A poem on his 57th Birthday. "Lend us a couple of bob till Thursday. I'm absolutely skint".

Who'd have thought thirty year ago we'd all be sittin' here drinking Château de Chasselas, eh?

Oh, yes. It's very nice-a. :spitwater: Now go away or I shall taunt you a second time-a.

No time to lose.

Well, no. Provided I get a good lift off and maybe a gust of breeze over the French coast, I shall be jumping into the center of Calais itself. :ebert:

The penguins scores were consistently equal to those of the non-English-speaking group.

Oh, intercourse the penguin.

Throw her into the pond!
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Well, that's the plan. The time is now 19.42 hours. I want you to get to bed, have a good night's rest and be up on parade early in the morning. Thank you for listening and thank you for a lovely supper.

but I wanted to give the impression of a huge get-together, you know. A real Last Supper, not just any old supper, but a proper final treat, a real mother of a blow-out

To our own beloved Citizen. A poem on his 57th Birthday. "Lend us a couple of bob till Thursday. I'm absolutely skint".

Who'd have thought thirty year ago we'd all be sittin' here drinking Château de Chasselas, eh?

Oh, yes. It's very nice-a. :spitwater: Now go away or I shall taunt you a second time-a.

No time to lose.

Well, no. Provided I get a good lift off and maybe a gust of breeze over the French coast, I shall be jumping into the center of Calais itself. :ebert:

The penguins scores were consistently equal to those of the non-English-speaking group.

Oh, intercourse the penguin.

Throw her into the pond!

Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government
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Well, that's the plan. The time is now 19.42 hours. I want you to get to bed, have a good night's rest and be up on parade early in the morning. Thank you for listening and thank you for a lovely supper.

but I wanted to give the impression of a huge get-together, you know. A real Last Supper, not just any old supper, but a proper final treat, a real mother of a blow-out

To our own beloved Citizen. A poem on his 57th Birthday. "Lend us a couple of bob till Thursday. I'm absolutely skint".

Who'd have thought thirty year ago we'd all be sittin' here drinking Château de Chasselas, eh?

Oh, yes. It's very nice-a. :spitwater: Now go away or I shall taunt you a second time-a.

No time to lose.

Well, no. Provided I get a good lift off and maybe a gust of breeze over the French coast, I shall be jumping into the center of Calais itself. :ebert:

The penguins scores were consistently equal to those of the non-English-speaking group.

Oh, intercourse the penguin.

Throw her into the pond!

Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government

I mean, look at this place! I'm at my wits end. Revolutionary leaflets everywhere. One of these days I'll revolutionary leaflets him. If it wasn't for the goat you couldn't get in here for propaganda.
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Well, that's the plan. The time is now 19.42 hours. I want you to get to bed, have a good night's rest and be up on parade early in the morning. Thank you for listening and thank you for a lovely supper.

but I wanted to give the impression of a huge get-together, you know. A real Last Supper, not just any old supper, but a proper final treat, a real mother of a blow-out

To our own beloved Citizen. A poem on his 57th Birthday. "Lend us a couple of bob till Thursday. I'm absolutely skint".

Who'd have thought thirty year ago we'd all be sittin' here drinking Château de Chasselas, eh?

Oh, yes. It's very nice-a. :spitwater: Now go away or I shall taunt you a second time-a.

No time to lose.

Well, no. Provided I get a good lift off and maybe a gust of breeze over the French coast, I shall be jumping into the center of Calais itself. :ebert:

The penguins scores were consistently equal to those of the non-English-speaking group.

Oh, intercourse the penguin.

Throw her into the pond!

Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government

I mean, look at this place! I'm at my wits end. Revolutionary leaflets everywhere. One of these days I'll revolutionary leaflets him. If it wasn't for the goat you couldn't get in here for propaganda.

I had to bring the goat, he's not well. I only hope he don't go on the carpet.
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Well, that's the plan. The time is now 19.42 hours. I want you to get to bed, have a good night's rest and be up on parade early in the morning. Thank you for listening and thank you for a lovely supper.

but I wanted to give the impression of a huge get-together, you know. A real Last Supper, not just any old supper, but a proper final treat, a real mother of a blow-out

To our own beloved Citizen. A poem on his 57th Birthday. "Lend us a couple of bob till Thursday. I'm absolutely skint".

Who'd have thought thirty year ago we'd all be sittin' here drinking Château de Chasselas, eh?

Oh, yes. It's very nice-a. :spitwater: Now go away or I shall taunt you a second time-a.

No time to lose.

Well, no. Provided I get a good lift off and maybe a gust of breeze over the French coast, I shall be jumping into the center of Calais itself. :ebert:

The penguins scores were consistently equal to those of the non-English-speaking group.

Oh, intercourse the penguin.

Throw her into the pond!

Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government

I mean, look at this place! I'm at my wits end. Revolutionary leaflets everywhere. One of these days I'll revolutionary leaflets him. If it wasn't for the goat you couldn't get in here for propaganda.

I had to bring the goat, he's not well. I only hope he don't go on the carpet.

Oh, don't worry about that. Look at this - number six - the Treaty of Versailles. Didn't you know that? Oh, my :Neil:
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Well, that's the plan. The time is now 19.42 hours. I want you to get to bed, have a good night's rest and be up on parade early in the morning. Thank you for listening and thank you for a lovely supper.

but I wanted to give the impression of a huge get-together, you know. A real Last Supper, not just any old supper, but a proper final treat, a real mother of a blow-out

To our own beloved Citizen. A poem on his 57th Birthday. "Lend us a couple of bob till Thursday. I'm absolutely skint".

Who'd have thought thirty year ago we'd all be sittin' here drinking Château de Chasselas, eh?

Oh, yes. It's very nice-a. :spitwater: Now go away or I shall taunt you a second time-a.

No time to lose.

Well, no. Provided I get a good lift off and maybe a gust of breeze over the French coast, I shall be jumping into the center of Calais itself. :ebert:

The penguins scores were consistently equal to those of the non-English-speaking group.

Oh, intercourse the penguin.

Throw her into the pond!

Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government

I mean, look at this place! I'm at my wits end. Revolutionary leaflets everywhere. One of these days I'll revolutionary leaflets him. If it wasn't for the goat you couldn't get in here for propaganda.

I had to bring the goat, he's not well. I only hope he don't go on the carpet.

Oh, don't worry about that. Look at this - number six - the Treaty of Versailles. Didn't you know that? Oh, my :Neil:

Listen to me, smart arse, when you're King of France,... you've got better things to do than go around all day remembering your bloody number.
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Well, that's the plan. The time is now 19.42 hours. I want you to get to bed, have a good night's rest and be up on parade early in the morning. Thank you for listening and thank you for a lovely supper.

but I wanted to give the impression of a huge get-together, you know. A real Last Supper, not just any old supper, but a proper final treat, a real mother of a blow-out

To our own beloved Citizen. A poem on his 57th Birthday. "Lend us a couple of bob till Thursday. I'm absolutely skint".

Who'd have thought thirty year ago we'd all be sittin' here drinking Château de Chasselas, eh?

Oh, yes. It's very nice-a. :spitwater: Now go away or I shall taunt you a second time-a.

No time to lose.

Well, no. Provided I get a good lift off and maybe a gust of breeze over the French coast, I shall be jumping into the center of Calais itself. :ebert:

The penguins scores were consistently equal to those of the non-English-speaking group.

Oh, intercourse the penguin.

Throw her into the pond!

Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government

I mean, look at this place! I'm at my wits end. Revolutionary leaflets everywhere. One of these days I'll revolutionary leaflets him. If it wasn't for the goat you couldn't get in here for propaganda.

I had to bring the goat, he's not well. I only hope he don't go on the carpet.

Oh, don't worry about that. Look at this - number six - the Treaty of Versailles. Didn't you know that? Oh, my :Neil:

Listen to me, smart arse, when you're King of France,... you've got better things to do than go around all day remembering your bloody number.

This year our Australasian TRF branches put no fewer than 2112 things on top of other things. :clap:
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