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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:

Come the year 2112, given the present rate of increase in the forum`s membership, the "I felt it in the music" thread will be three deep. Edited by IbanezJem
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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:

Come the year 2112, given the present rate of increase in the forum`s membership, the "I felt it in the music" thread will be three deep.

I am one who delights in all manifestations of the Terpsichorean muse. :guitar: :chickendance: :guitar:
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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:

Come the year 2112, given the present rate of increase in the forum`s membership, the "I felt it in the music" thread will be three deep.

I am one who delights in all manifestations of the Terpsichorean muse. :guitar: :chickendance: :guitar:

This waltz is "The Trondheim Hammer Dance", which is held every 25 minutes in the town of Trondheim, in which the old ladies are struck about the head with round sticks of clerdowl.
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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:

Come the year 2112, given the present rate of increase in the forum`s membership, the "I felt it in the music" thread will be three deep.

I am one who delights in all manifestations of the Terpsichorean muse. :guitar: :chickendance: :guitar:

This waltz is "The Trondheim Hammer Dance", which is held every 25 minutes in the town of Trondheim, in which the old ladies are struck about the head with round sticks of clerdowl.

Honestly, they'll do anything for you. They'll go through the card. You name it, they know it. But there's one in Trondheim who can put her... :whipgirl:
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Now, I've noticed a tendency for this forum to get rather silly. Now I do my best to keep things moving along, but I'm not having things getting silly. Those last two posts got very silly indeed. And that last one about Trondheim was even sillier.
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Now, I've noticed a tendency for this forum to get rather silly. Now I do my best to keep things moving along, but I'm not having things getting silly. Those last two posts got very silly indeed. And that last one about Trondheim was even sillier.

Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place.
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Now, I've noticed a tendency for this forum to get rather silly. Now I do my best to keep things moving along, but I'm not having things getting silly. Those last two posts got very silly indeed. And that last one about Trondheim was even sillier.

Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place.

Yes, I quite agree, I mean, what's the point of being treated like sheep. What's the point of going abroad if you're just another tourist carted around in buses surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Coventry. :outtahere:
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Now, I've noticed a tendency for this forum to get rather silly. Now I do my best to keep things moving along, but I'm not having things getting silly. Those last two posts got very silly indeed. And that last one about Trondheim was even sillier.

Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place.

Yes, I quite agree, I mean, what's the point of being treated like sheep. What's the point of going abroad if you're just another tourist carted around in buses surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Coventry. :outtahere:

But this is where blackhawkrush was wrong. For this was no old dump, but a town with a future, an urban El Dorado where the businessmen of today can enjoy the facilities of tomorrow in the comfort of yesterday.
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Now, I've noticed a tendency for this forum to get rather silly. Now I do my best to keep things moving along, but I'm not having things getting silly. Those last two posts got very silly indeed. And that last one about Trondheim was even sillier.

Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place.

Yes, I quite agree, I mean, what's the point of being treated like sheep. What's the point of going abroad if you're just another tourist carted around in buses surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Coventry. :outtahere:

But this is where blackhawkrush was wrong. For this was no old dump, but a town with a future, an urban El Dorado where the businessmen of today can enjoy the facilities of tomorrow in the comfort of yesterday.

Yes, everyone is welcome to North Malden. None more so than the businessmen and investors who shape our society of the future. :ebert:
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Now, I've noticed a tendency for this forum to get rather silly. Now I do my best to keep things moving along, but I'm not having things getting silly. Those last two posts got very silly indeed. And that last one about Trondheim was even sillier.

Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place.

Yes, I quite agree, I mean, what's the point of being treated like sheep. What's the point of going abroad if you're just another tourist carted around in buses surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Coventry. :outtahere:

But this is where blackhawkrush was wrong. For this was no old dump, but a town with a future, an urban El Dorado where the businessmen of today can enjoy the facilities of tomorrow in the comfort of yesterday.

Yes, everyone is welcome to North Malden. None more so than the businessmen and investors who shape our society of the future. :ebert:

A tree-lined treasure trove, a fat fir-coned future for the financiers ... but what of the cost?
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Now, I've noticed a tendency for this forum to get rather silly. Now I do my best to keep things moving along, but I'm not having things getting silly. Those last two posts got very silly indeed. And that last one about Trondheim was even sillier.

Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place.

Yes, I quite agree, I mean, what's the point of being treated like sheep. What's the point of going abroad if you're just another tourist carted around in buses surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Coventry. :outtahere:

But this is where blackhawkrush was wrong. For this was no old dump, but a town with a future, an urban El Dorado where the businessmen of today can enjoy the facilities of tomorrow in the comfort of yesterday.

Yes, everyone is welcome to North Malden. None more so than the businessmen and investors who shape our society of the future. :ebert:

A tree-lined treasure trove, a fat fir-coned future for the financiers ... but what of the cost?

an ordinary cup of drinking chocolate costs four million pounds, an immersion heater for the hot-water tank costs over six billion pounds, and a pair of split-crotch panties would be almost unobtainable
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Now, I've noticed a tendency for this forum to get rather silly. Now I do my best to keep things moving along, but I'm not having things getting silly. Those last two posts got very silly indeed. And that last one about Trondheim was even sillier.

Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place.

Yes, I quite agree, I mean, what's the point of being treated like sheep. What's the point of going abroad if you're just another tourist carted around in buses surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Coventry. :outtahere:

But this is where blackhawkrush was wrong. For this was no old dump, but a town with a future, an urban El Dorado where the businessmen of today can enjoy the facilities of tomorrow in the comfort of yesterday.

Yes, everyone is welcome to North Malden. None more so than the businessmen and investors who shape our society of the future. :ebert:

A tree-lined treasure trove, a fat fir-coned future for the financiers ... but what of the cost?

an ordinary cup of drinking chocolate costs four million pounds, an immersion heater for the hot-water tank costs over six billion pounds, and a pair of split-crotch panties would be almost unobtainable

I've always wanted The Big Money. To handle! To touch! The smell of the rain-washed florin! The lure of the lira! The glitter and the glory of the guinea! The romance of the ruble! The feel of the franc! The heel of the deutschmark! The cold antiseptic sting of the Swiss franc! And the sunburnt splendour of the Australian dollar!
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Now, I've noticed a tendency for this forum to get rather silly. Now I do my best to keep things moving along, but I'm not having things getting silly. Those last two posts got very silly indeed. And that last one about Trondheim was even sillier.

Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place.

Yes, I quite agree, I mean, what's the point of being treated like sheep. What's the point of going abroad if you're just another tourist carted around in buses surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Coventry. :outtahere:

But this is where blackhawkrush was wrong. For this was no old dump, but a town with a future, an urban El Dorado where the businessmen of today can enjoy the facilities of tomorrow in the comfort of yesterday.

Yes, everyone is welcome to North Malden. None more so than the businessmen and investors who shape our society of the future. :ebert:

A tree-lined treasure trove, a fat fir-coned future for the financiers ... but what of the cost?

an ordinary cup of drinking chocolate costs four million pounds, an immersion heater for the hot-water tank costs over six billion pounds, and a pair of split-crotch panties would be almost unobtainable

I've always wanted The Big Money. To handle! To touch! The smell of the rain-washed florin! The lure of the lira! The glitter and the glory of the guinea! The romance of the ruble! The feel of the franc! The heel of the deutschmark! The cold antiseptic sting of the Swiss franc! And the sunburnt splendour of the Australian dollar!

I don't want Scottish money. :tsk: They've got the numbers. It can be traced.
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Now, I've noticed a tendency for this forum to get rather silly. Now I do my best to keep things moving along, but I'm not having things getting silly. Those last two posts got very silly indeed. And that last one about Trondheim was even sillier.

Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place.

Yes, I quite agree, I mean, what's the point of being treated like sheep. What's the point of going abroad if you're just another tourist carted around in buses surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Coventry. :outtahere:

But this is where blackhawkrush was wrong. For this was no old dump, but a town with a future, an urban El Dorado where the businessmen of today can enjoy the facilities of tomorrow in the comfort of yesterday.

Yes, everyone is welcome to North Malden. None more so than the businessmen and investors who shape our society of the future. :ebert:

A tree-lined treasure trove, a fat fir-coned future for the financiers ... but what of the cost?

an ordinary cup of drinking chocolate costs four million pounds, an immersion heater for the hot-water tank costs over six billion pounds, and a pair of split-crotch panties would be almost unobtainable

I've always wanted The Big Money. To handle! To touch! The smell of the rain-washed florin! The lure of the lira! The glitter and the glory of the guinea! The romance of the ruble! The feel of the franc! The heel of the deutschmark! The cold antiseptic sting of the Swiss franc! And the sunburnt splendour of the Australian dollar!

I don't want Scottish money. :tsk: They've got the numbers. It can be traced.

Well did you... err, did you see anyone take it? Anyone hanging around, or...
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Now, I've noticed a tendency for this forum to get rather silly. Now I do my best to keep things moving along, but I'm not having things getting silly. Those last two posts got very silly indeed. And that last one about Trondheim was even sillier.

Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place.

Yes, I quite agree, I mean, what's the point of being treated like sheep. What's the point of going abroad if you're just another tourist carted around in buses surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Coventry. :outtahere:

But this is where blackhawkrush was wrong. For this was no old dump, but a town with a future, an urban El Dorado where the businessmen of today can enjoy the facilities of tomorrow in the comfort of yesterday.

Yes, everyone is welcome to North Malden. None more so than the businessmen and investors who shape our society of the future. :ebert:

A tree-lined treasure trove, a fat fir-coned future for the financiers ... but what of the cost?

an ordinary cup of drinking chocolate costs four million pounds, an immersion heater for the hot-water tank costs over six billion pounds, and a pair of split-crotch panties would be almost unobtainable

I've always wanted The Big Money. To handle! To touch! The smell of the rain-washed florin! The lure of the lira! The glitter and the glory of the guinea! The romance of the ruble! The feel of the franc! The heel of the deutschmark! The cold antiseptic sting of the Swiss franc! And the sunburnt splendour of the Australian dollar!

I don't want Scottish money. :tsk: They've got the numbers. It can be traced.

Well did you... err, did you see anyone take it? Anyone hanging around, or...

Ibanez must have died while carving it. :rose:
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Now, I've noticed a tendency for this forum to get rather silly. Now I do my best to keep things moving along, but I'm not having things getting silly. Those last two posts got very silly indeed. And that last one about Trondheim was even sillier.

Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place.

Yes, I quite agree, I mean, what's the point of being treated like sheep. What's the point of going abroad if you're just another tourist carted around in buses surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Coventry. :outtahere:

But this is where blackhawkrush was wrong. For this was no old dump, but a town with a future, an urban El Dorado where the businessmen of today can enjoy the facilities of tomorrow in the comfort of yesterday.

Yes, everyone is welcome to North Malden. None more so than the businessmen and investors who shape our society of the future. :ebert:

A tree-lined treasure trove, a fat fir-coned future for the financiers ... but what of the cost?

an ordinary cup of drinking chocolate costs four million pounds, an immersion heater for the hot-water tank costs over six billion pounds, and a pair of split-crotch panties would be almost unobtainable

I've always wanted The Big Money. To handle! To touch! The smell of the rain-washed florin! The lure of the lira! The glitter and the glory of the guinea! The romance of the ruble! The feel of the franc! The heel of the deutschmark! The cold antiseptic sting of the Swiss franc! And the sunburnt splendour of the Australian dollar!

I don't want Scottish money. :tsk: They've got the numbers. It can be traced.

Well did you... err, did you see anyone take it? Anyone hanging around, or...

Ibanez must have died while carving it. :rose:

I have now eaten the banana. The deceased Mr Ibanez is now disarmed
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Now, I've noticed a tendency for this forum to get rather silly. Now I do my best to keep things moving along, but I'm not having things getting silly. Those last two posts got very silly indeed. And that last one about Trondheim was even sillier.

Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place.

Yes, I quite agree, I mean, what's the point of being treated like sheep. What's the point of going abroad if you're just another tourist carted around in buses surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Coventry. :outtahere:

But this is where blackhawkrush was wrong. For this was no old dump, but a town with a future, an urban El Dorado where the businessmen of today can enjoy the facilities of tomorrow in the comfort of yesterday.

Yes, everyone is welcome to North Malden. None more so than the businessmen and investors who shape our society of the future. :ebert:

A tree-lined treasure trove, a fat fir-coned future for the financiers ... but what of the cost?

an ordinary cup of drinking chocolate costs four million pounds, an immersion heater for the hot-water tank costs over six billion pounds, and a pair of split-crotch panties would be almost unobtainable

I've always wanted The Big Money. To handle! To touch! The smell of the rain-washed florin! The lure of the lira! The glitter and the glory of the guinea! The romance of the ruble! The feel of the franc! The heel of the deutschmark! The cold antiseptic sting of the Swiss franc! And the sunburnt splendour of the Australian dollar!

I don't want Scottish money. :tsk: They've got the numbers. It can be traced.

Well did you... err, did you see anyone take it? Anyone hanging around, or...

Ibanez must have died while carving it. :rose:

I have now eaten the banana. The deceased Mr Ibanez is now disarmed

There, poor Ibanez's dead. And never called me mother. And soon you at Video Vertigo will all be dead. :fury:
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Now, I've noticed a tendency for this forum to get rather silly. Now I do my best to keep things moving along, but I'm not having things getting silly. Those last two posts got very silly indeed. And that last one about Trondheim was even sillier.

Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place.

Yes, I quite agree, I mean, what's the point of being treated like sheep. What's the point of going abroad if you're just another tourist carted around in buses surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Coventry. :outtahere:

But this is where blackhawkrush was wrong. For this was no old dump, but a town with a future, an urban El Dorado where the businessmen of today can enjoy the facilities of tomorrow in the comfort of yesterday.

Yes, everyone is welcome to North Malden. None more so than the businessmen and investors who shape our society of the future. :ebert:

A tree-lined treasure trove, a fat fir-coned future for the financiers ... but what of the cost?

an ordinary cup of drinking chocolate costs four million pounds, an immersion heater for the hot-water tank costs over six billion pounds, and a pair of split-crotch panties would be almost unobtainable

I've always wanted The Big Money. To handle! To touch! The smell of the rain-washed florin! The lure of the lira! The glitter and the glory of the guinea! The romance of the ruble! The feel of the franc! The heel of the deutschmark! The cold antiseptic sting of the Swiss franc! And the sunburnt splendour of the Australian dollar!

I don't want Scottish money. :tsk: They've got the numbers. It can be traced.

Well did you... err, did you see anyone take it? Anyone hanging around, or...

Ibanez must have died while carving it. :rose:

I have now eaten the banana. The deceased Mr Ibanez is now disarmed

There, poor Ibanez's dead. And never called me mother. And soon you at Video Vertigo will all be dead. :fury:

No he's not completely dead blackhawkrush. No. But he's not at all well.
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Now, I've noticed a tendency for this forum to get rather silly. Now I do my best to keep things moving along, but I'm not having things getting silly. Those last two posts got very silly indeed. And that last one about Trondheim was even sillier.

Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place.

Yes, I quite agree, I mean, what's the point of being treated like sheep. What's the point of going abroad if you're just another tourist carted around in buses surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Coventry. :outtahere:

But this is where blackhawkrush was wrong. For this was no old dump, but a town with a future, an urban El Dorado where the businessmen of today can enjoy the facilities of tomorrow in the comfort of yesterday.

Yes, everyone is welcome to North Malden. None more so than the businessmen and investors who shape our society of the future. :ebert:

A tree-lined treasure trove, a fat fir-coned future for the financiers ... but what of the cost?

an ordinary cup of drinking chocolate costs four million pounds, an immersion heater for the hot-water tank costs over six billion pounds, and a pair of split-crotch panties would be almost unobtainable

I've always wanted The Big Money. To handle! To touch! The smell of the rain-washed florin! The lure of the lira! The glitter and the glory of the guinea! The romance of the ruble! The feel of the franc! The heel of the deutschmark! The cold antiseptic sting of the Swiss franc! And the sunburnt splendour of the Australian dollar!

I don't want Scottish money. :tsk: They've got the numbers. It can be traced.

Well did you... err, did you see anyone take it? Anyone hanging around, or...

Ibanez must have died while carving it. :rose:

I have now eaten the banana. The deceased Mr Ibanez is now disarmed

There, poor Ibanez's dead. And never called me mother. And soon you at Video Vertigo will all be dead. :fury:

No he's not completely dead blackhawkrush. No. But he's not at all well.

Mind you, that's just a pat diagnosis made without first obtaining Ibanez's full medical history. :tsk:
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Now, I've noticed a tendency for this forum to get rather silly. Now I do my best to keep things moving along, but I'm not having things getting silly. Those last two posts got very silly indeed. And that last one about Trondheim was even sillier.

Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place.

Yes, I quite agree, I mean, what's the point of being treated like sheep. What's the point of going abroad if you're just another tourist carted around in buses surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Coventry. :outtahere:

But this is where blackhawkrush was wrong. For this was no old dump, but a town with a future, an urban El Dorado where the businessmen of today can enjoy the facilities of tomorrow in the comfort of yesterday.

Yes, everyone is welcome to North Malden. None more so than the businessmen and investors who shape our society of the future. :ebert:

A tree-lined treasure trove, a fat fir-coned future for the financiers ... but what of the cost?

an ordinary cup of drinking chocolate costs four million pounds, an immersion heater for the hot-water tank costs over six billion pounds, and a pair of split-crotch panties would be almost unobtainable

I've always wanted The Big Money. To handle! To touch! The smell of the rain-washed florin! The lure of the lira! The glitter and the glory of the guinea! The romance of the ruble! The feel of the franc! The heel of the deutschmark! The cold antiseptic sting of the Swiss franc! And the sunburnt splendour of the Australian dollar!

I don't want Scottish money. :tsk: They've got the numbers. It can be traced.

Well did you... err, did you see anyone take it? Anyone hanging around, or...

Ibanez must have died while carving it. :rose:

I have now eaten the banana. The deceased Mr Ibanez is now disarmed

There, poor Ibanez's dead. And never called me mother. And soon you at Video Vertigo will all be dead. :fury:

No he's not completely dead blackhawkrush. No. But he's not at all well.

Mind you, that's just a pat diagnosis made without first obtaining Ibanez's full medical history. :tsk:

Yes, I came over all dead so I have taken the afternoon off.
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Now, I've noticed a tendency for this forum to get rather silly. Now I do my best to keep things moving along, but I'm not having things getting silly. Those last two posts got very silly indeed. And that last one about Trondheim was even sillier.

Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place.

Yes, I quite agree, I mean, what's the point of being treated like sheep. What's the point of going abroad if you're just another tourist carted around in buses surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Coventry. :outtahere:

But this is where blackhawkrush was wrong. For this was no old dump, but a town with a future, an urban El Dorado where the businessmen of today can enjoy the facilities of tomorrow in the comfort of yesterday.

Yes, everyone is welcome to North Malden. None more so than the businessmen and investors who shape our society of the future. :ebert:

A tree-lined treasure trove, a fat fir-coned future for the financiers ... but what of the cost?

an ordinary cup of drinking chocolate costs four million pounds, an immersion heater for the hot-water tank costs over six billion pounds, and a pair of split-crotch panties would be almost unobtainable

I've always wanted The Big Money. To handle! To touch! The smell of the rain-washed florin! The lure of the lira! The glitter and the glory of the guinea! The romance of the ruble! The feel of the franc! The heel of the deutschmark! The cold antiseptic sting of the Swiss franc! And the sunburnt splendour of the Australian dollar!

I don't want Scottish money. :tsk: They've got the numbers. It can be traced.

Well did you... err, did you see anyone take it? Anyone hanging around, or...

Ibanez must have died while carving it. :rose:

I have now eaten the banana. The deceased Mr Ibanez is now disarmed

There, poor Ibanez's dead. And never called me mother. And soon you at Video Vertigo will all be dead. :fury:

No he's not completely dead blackhawkrush. No. But he's not at all well.

Mind you, that's just a pat diagnosis made without first obtaining Ibanez's full medical history. :tsk:

Yes, I came over all dead so I have taken the afternoon off.

Mr Ibanez, this is no common problem. You are suffering from a disease so rare that it hasn't got a name. Not yet. But it will have. Oh yes. This is the opportunity I've been waiting for. The chance of a lifetime! I'll show them at the Royal College of Surgeons! I'll make them sit up and take notice!
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Now, I've noticed a tendency for this forum to get rather silly. Now I do my best to keep things moving along, but I'm not having things getting silly. Those last two posts got very silly indeed. And that last one about Trondheim was even sillier.

Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place.

Yes, I quite agree, I mean, what's the point of being treated like sheep. What's the point of going abroad if you're just another tourist carted around in buses surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Coventry. :outtahere:

But this is where blackhawkrush was wrong. For this was no old dump, but a town with a future, an urban El Dorado where the businessmen of today can enjoy the facilities of tomorrow in the comfort of yesterday.

Yes, everyone is welcome to North Malden. None more so than the businessmen and investors who shape our society of the future. :ebert:

A tree-lined treasure trove, a fat fir-coned future for the financiers ... but what of the cost?

an ordinary cup of drinking chocolate costs four million pounds, an immersion heater for the hot-water tank costs over six billion pounds, and a pair of split-crotch panties would be almost unobtainable

I've always wanted The Big Money. To handle! To touch! The smell of the rain-washed florin! The lure of the lira! The glitter and the glory of the guinea! The romance of the ruble! The feel of the franc! The heel of the deutschmark! The cold antiseptic sting of the Swiss franc! And the sunburnt splendour of the Australian dollar!

I don't want Scottish money. :tsk: They've got the numbers. It can be traced.

Well did you... err, did you see anyone take it? Anyone hanging around, or...

Ibanez must have died while carving it. :rose:

I have now eaten the banana. The deceased Mr Ibanez is now disarmed

There, poor Ibanez's dead. And never called me mother. And soon you at Video Vertigo will all be dead. :fury:

No he's not completely dead blackhawkrush. No. But he's not at all well.

Mind you, that's just a pat diagnosis made without first obtaining Ibanez's full medical history. :tsk:

Yes, I came over all dead so I have taken the afternoon off.

Mr Ibanez, this is no common problem. You are suffering from a disease so rare that it hasn't got a name. Not yet. But it will have. Oh yes. This is the opportunity I've been waiting for. The chance of a lifetime! I'll show them at the Royal College of Surgeons! I'll make them sit up and take notice!

Great, great, Citizen. Well, next week he'll be showing you how black and white people can live together in peace and harmony, and blackhawkrush will be over in Moscow showing us how to reconcile the Russians and the Chinese.
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Now, I've noticed a tendency for this forum to get rather silly. Now I do my best to keep things moving along, but I'm not having things getting silly. Those last two posts got very silly indeed. And that last one about Trondheim was even sillier.

Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place.

Yes, I quite agree, I mean, what's the point of being treated like sheep. What's the point of going abroad if you're just another tourist carted around in buses surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Coventry. :outtahere:

But this is where blackhawkrush was wrong. For this was no old dump, but a town with a future, an urban El Dorado where the businessmen of today can enjoy the facilities of tomorrow in the comfort of yesterday.

Yes, everyone is welcome to North Malden. None more so than the businessmen and investors who shape our society of the future. :ebert:

A tree-lined treasure trove, a fat fir-coned future for the financiers ... but what of the cost?

an ordinary cup of drinking chocolate costs four million pounds, an immersion heater for the hot-water tank costs over six billion pounds, and a pair of split-crotch panties would be almost unobtainable

I've always wanted The Big Money. To handle! To touch! The smell of the rain-washed florin! The lure of the lira! The glitter and the glory of the guinea! The romance of the ruble! The feel of the franc! The heel of the deutschmark! The cold antiseptic sting of the Swiss franc! And the sunburnt splendour of the Australian dollar!

I don't want Scottish money. :tsk: They've got the numbers. It can be traced.

Well did you... err, did you see anyone take it? Anyone hanging around, or...

Ibanez must have died while carving it. :rose:

I have now eaten the banana. The deceased Mr Ibanez is now disarmed

There, poor Ibanez's dead. And never called me mother. And soon you at Video Vertigo will all be dead. :fury:

No he's not completely dead blackhawkrush. No. But he's not at all well.

Mind you, that's just a pat diagnosis made without first obtaining Ibanez's full medical history. :tsk:

Yes, I came over all dead so I have taken the afternoon off.

Mr Ibanez, this is no common problem. You are suffering from a disease so rare that it hasn't got a name. Not yet. But it will have. Oh yes. This is the opportunity I've been waiting for. The chance of a lifetime! I'll show them at the Royal College of Surgeons! I'll make them sit up and take notice!

Great, great, Citizen. Well, next week he'll be showing you how black and white people can live together in peace and harmony, and blackhawkrush will be over in Moscow showing us how to reconcile the Russians and the Chinese.

blackhawkrush, still believing himself to be Trotsky, was very tired from haranguing the masses all the way from Monte Carlo Edited by Citizen of the World
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Now, I've noticed a tendency for this forum to get rather silly. Now I do my best to keep things moving along, but I'm not having things getting silly. Those last two posts got very silly indeed. And that last one about Trondheim was even sillier.

Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place.

Yes, I quite agree, I mean, what's the point of being treated like sheep. What's the point of going abroad if you're just another tourist carted around in buses surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Coventry. :outtahere:

But this is where blackhawkrush was wrong. For this was no old dump, but a town with a future, an urban El Dorado where the businessmen of today can enjoy the facilities of tomorrow in the comfort of yesterday.

Yes, everyone is welcome to North Malden. None more so than the businessmen and investors who shape our society of the future. :ebert:

A tree-lined treasure trove, a fat fir-coned future for the financiers ... but what of the cost?

an ordinary cup of drinking chocolate costs four million pounds, an immersion heater for the hot-water tank costs over six billion pounds, and a pair of split-crotch panties would be almost unobtainable

I've always wanted The Big Money. To handle! To touch! The smell of the rain-washed florin! The lure of the lira! The glitter and the glory of the guinea! The romance of the ruble! The feel of the franc! The heel of the deutschmark! The cold antiseptic sting of the Swiss franc! And the sunburnt splendour of the Australian dollar!

I don't want Scottish money. :tsk: They've got the numbers. It can be traced.

Well did you... err, did you see anyone take it? Anyone hanging around, or...

Ibanez must have died while carving it. :rose:

I have now eaten the banana. The deceased Mr Ibanez is now disarmed

There, poor Ibanez's dead. And never called me mother. And soon you at Video Vertigo will all be dead. :fury:

No he's not completely dead blackhawkrush. No. But he's not at all well.

Mind you, that's just a pat diagnosis made without first obtaining Ibanez's full medical history. :tsk:

Yes, I came over all dead so I have taken the afternoon off.

Mr Ibanez, this is no common problem. You are suffering from a disease so rare that it hasn't got a name. Not yet. But it will have. Oh yes. This is the opportunity I've been waiting for. The chance of a lifetime! I'll show them at the Royal College of Surgeons! I'll make them sit up and take notice!

Great, great, Citizen. Well, next week he'll be showing you how black and white people can live together in peace and harmony, and blackhawkrush will be over in Moscow showing us how to reconcile the Russians and the Chinese.

blackhawkrush, still believing himself to be Trotsky, was very tired from haranguing the masses all the way from Monte Carlo

He knew damn well his plane was still in Iceland, because it had to turn back, trying to take a party of Swedes to Yugoslavia.
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Now, I've noticed a tendency for this forum to get rather silly. Now I do my best to keep things moving along, but I'm not having things getting silly. Those last two posts got very silly indeed. And that last one about Trondheim was even sillier.

Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place.

Yes, I quite agree, I mean, what's the point of being treated like sheep. What's the point of going abroad if you're just another tourist carted around in buses surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Coventry. :outtahere:

But this is where blackhawkrush was wrong. For this was no old dump, but a town with a future, an urban El Dorado where the businessmen of today can enjoy the facilities of tomorrow in the comfort of yesterday.

Yes, everyone is welcome to North Malden. None more so than the businessmen and investors who shape our society of the future. :ebert:

A tree-lined treasure trove, a fat fir-coned future for the financiers ... but what of the cost?

an ordinary cup of drinking chocolate costs four million pounds, an immersion heater for the hot-water tank costs over six billion pounds, and a pair of split-crotch panties would be almost unobtainable

I've always wanted The Big Money. To handle! To touch! The smell of the rain-washed florin! The lure of the lira! The glitter and the glory of the guinea! The romance of the ruble! The feel of the franc! The heel of the deutschmark! The cold antiseptic sting of the Swiss franc! And the sunburnt splendour of the Australian dollar!

I don't want Scottish money. :tsk: They've got the numbers. It can be traced.

Well did you... err, did you see anyone take it? Anyone hanging around, or...

Ibanez must have died while carving it. :rose:

I have now eaten the banana. The deceased Mr Ibanez is now disarmed

There, poor Ibanez's dead. And never called me mother. And soon you at Video Vertigo will all be dead. :fury:

No he's not completely dead blackhawkrush. No. But he's not at all well.

Mind you, that's just a pat diagnosis made without first obtaining Ibanez's full medical history. :tsk:

Yes, I came over all dead so I have taken the afternoon off.

Mr Ibanez, this is no common problem. You are suffering from a disease so rare that it hasn't got a name. Not yet. But it will have. Oh yes. This is the opportunity I've been waiting for. The chance of a lifetime! I'll show them at the Royal College of Surgeons! I'll make them sit up and take notice!

Great, great, Citizen. Well, next week he'll be showing you how black and white people can live together in peace and harmony, and blackhawkrush will be over in Moscow showing us how to reconcile the Russians and the Chinese.

blackhawkrush, still believing himself to be Trotsky, was very tired from haranguing the masses all the way from Monte Carlo

He knew damn well his plane was still in Iceland, because it had to turn back, trying to take a party of Swedes to Yugoslavia.

Listen Buster! In Reykyavik it is dark for eight months of the year, and it's cold enough to freeze your wrists off and there's only golly fish to eat. Administrative errors are bound to occur in enormous quantities
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