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You stupid, interfering little rat. :rage: And damn your lemon curd tartlet.

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

"I think he's got beautiful legs." - 73 :coy:

Six vast and trunkless legs of stone, Stand in the desert, And on the pedestal these words appear, My name is Ozymandias-Citizen, King of Ants.

This man...the so-called King of Canada. Which number did he give you this time, Ozymandias-Citizen the 23rd? :eyeroll:

Episode Two of 'The Death of Ozymandias-Citizen, King of Canada', can be heard on Radio Four almost immediately.

There's this house, there's this house, and er, it's in the morning, it's in the morning...no, it's in the evening, it's in the evening and er, there's a garden and er, this bloke Citizen comes in... :16ton:

Ello blackhawkrush, haven't seen you for a bit, haven't seen you for a bit either, Beryl. Two pints of wallop please, love. Still driving the Jensen then? Cheer up IbanezJem it may never happen, what's your poison then?

Highlights of that post will be discussed later by Lord 73, Mr. Sven Tinwoodsman, Sir Charles treeduck, Mrs. Hamish Lorraine, Mrs. Betty Citizen, whose name sounds remarkably like Citizen :o and Christine Boslo.

It's spelt Christine Boslo but it's pronounced Throatwobbler Mangrove

I wish to plead incompetence. :gumby:

Mind you he's as good as gold in the morning, I've got to hand it to him, but come lunchtime it's a bottle of vin ordinaire - six glasses and he's ready to agitate.
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You stupid, interfering little rat. :rage: And damn your lemon curd tartlet.

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

"I think he's got beautiful legs." - 73 :coy:

Six vast and trunkless legs of stone, Stand in the desert, And on the pedestal these words appear, My name is Ozymandias-Citizen, King of Ants.

This man...the so-called King of Canada. Which number did he give you this time, Ozymandias-Citizen the 23rd? :eyeroll:

Episode Two of 'The Death of Ozymandias-Citizen, King of Canada', can be heard on Radio Four almost immediately.

There's this house, there's this house, and er, it's in the morning, it's in the morning...no, it's in the evening, it's in the evening and er, there's a garden and er, this bloke Citizen comes in... :16ton:

Ello blackhawkrush, haven't seen you for a bit, haven't seen you for a bit either, Beryl. Two pints of wallop please, love. Still driving the Jensen then? Cheer up IbanezJem it may never happen, what's your poison then?

Highlights of that post will be discussed later by Lord 73, Mr. Sven Tinwoodsman, Sir Charles treeduck, Mrs. Hamish Lorraine, Mrs. Betty Citizen, whose name sounds remarkably like Citizen :o and Christine Boslo.

It's spelt Christine Boslo but it's pronounced Throatwobbler Mangrove

I wish to plead incompetence. :gumby:

Mind you he's as good as gold in the morning, I've got to hand it to him, but come lunchtime it's a bottle of vin ordinaire - six glasses and he's ready to agitate.

Ah! I've found another bottle! You can have some now if you want to.
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You stupid, interfering little rat. :rage: And damn your lemon curd tartlet.

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

"I think he's got beautiful legs." - 73 :coy:

Six vast and trunkless legs of stone, Stand in the desert, And on the pedestal these words appear, My name is Ozymandias-Citizen, King of Ants.

This man...the so-called King of Canada. Which number did he give you this time, Ozymandias-Citizen the 23rd? :eyeroll:

Episode Two of 'The Death of Ozymandias-Citizen, King of Canada', can be heard on Radio Four almost immediately.

There's this house, there's this house, and er, it's in the morning, it's in the morning...no, it's in the evening, it's in the evening and er, there's a garden and er, this bloke Citizen comes in... :16ton:

Ello blackhawkrush, haven't seen you for a bit, haven't seen you for a bit either, Beryl. Two pints of wallop please, love. Still driving the Jensen then? Cheer up IbanezJem it may never happen, what's your poison then?

Highlights of that post will be discussed later by Lord 73, Mr. Sven Tinwoodsman, Sir Charles treeduck, Mrs. Hamish Lorraine, Mrs. Betty Citizen, whose name sounds remarkably like Citizen :o and Christine Boslo.

It's spelt Christine Boslo but it's pronounced Throatwobbler Mangrove

I wish to plead incompetence. :gumby:

Mind you he's as good as gold in the morning, I've got to hand it to him, but come lunchtime it's a bottle of vin ordinaire - six glasses and he's ready to agitate.

Ah! I've found another bottle! You can have some now if you want to.

I'm not interested in any of that. I just want to know what it would cost me to have a fully comprehensive insurance on a 1970 Aston Martin. Can you please quote me your price? :popcorn:
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You stupid, interfering little rat. :rage: And damn your lemon curd tartlet.

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

"I think he's got beautiful legs." - 73 :coy:

Six vast and trunkless legs of stone, Stand in the desert, And on the pedestal these words appear, My name is Ozymandias-Citizen, King of Ants.

This man...the so-called King of Canada. Which number did he give you this time, Ozymandias-Citizen the 23rd? :eyeroll:

Episode Two of 'The Death of Ozymandias-Citizen, King of Canada', can be heard on Radio Four almost immediately.

There's this house, there's this house, and er, it's in the morning, it's in the morning...no, it's in the evening, it's in the evening and er, there's a garden and er, this bloke Citizen comes in... :16ton:

Ello blackhawkrush, haven't seen you for a bit, haven't seen you for a bit either, Beryl. Two pints of wallop please, love. Still driving the Jensen then? Cheer up IbanezJem it may never happen, what's your poison then?

Highlights of that post will be discussed later by Lord 73, Mr. Sven Tinwoodsman, Sir Charles treeduck, Mrs. Hamish Lorraine, Mrs. Betty Citizen, whose name sounds remarkably like Citizen :o and Christine Boslo.

It's spelt Christine Boslo but it's pronounced Throatwobbler Mangrove

I wish to plead incompetence. :gumby:

Mind you he's as good as gold in the morning, I've got to hand it to him, but come lunchtime it's a bottle of vin ordinaire - six glasses and he's ready to agitate.

Ah! I've found another bottle! You can have some now if you want to.

I'm not interested in any of that. I just want to know what it would cost me to have a fully comprehensive insurance on a 1970 Aston Martin. Can you please quote me your price? :popcorn:

There just aren't enough accidents. It's unethical and time-consuming to go out and "cause" them, so we're having to rely on whatever comes to hand.
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You stupid, interfering little rat. :rage: And damn your lemon curd tartlet.

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

"I think he's got beautiful legs." - 73 :coy:

Six vast and trunkless legs of stone, Stand in the desert, And on the pedestal these words appear, My name is Ozymandias-Citizen, King of Ants.

This man...the so-called King of Canada. Which number did he give you this time, Ozymandias-Citizen the 23rd? :eyeroll:

Episode Two of 'The Death of Ozymandias-Citizen, King of Canada', can be heard on Radio Four almost immediately.

There's this house, there's this house, and er, it's in the morning, it's in the morning...no, it's in the evening, it's in the evening and er, there's a garden and er, this bloke Citizen comes in... :16ton:

Ello blackhawkrush, haven't seen you for a bit, haven't seen you for a bit either, Beryl. Two pints of wallop please, love. Still driving the Jensen then? Cheer up IbanezJem it may never happen, what's your poison then?

Highlights of that post will be discussed later by Lord 73, Mr. Sven Tinwoodsman, Sir Charles treeduck, Mrs. Hamish Lorraine, Mrs. Betty Citizen, whose name sounds remarkably like Citizen :o and Christine Boslo.

It's spelt Christine Boslo but it's pronounced Throatwobbler Mangrove

I wish to plead incompetence. :gumby:

Mind you he's as good as gold in the morning, I've got to hand it to him, but come lunchtime it's a bottle of vin ordinaire - six glasses and he's ready to agitate.

Ah! I've found another bottle! You can have some now if you want to.

I'm not interested in any of that. I just want to know what it would cost me to have a fully comprehensive insurance on a 1970 Aston Martin. Can you please quote me your price? :popcorn:

There just aren't enough accidents. It's unethical and time-consuming to go out and "cause" them, so we're having to rely on whatever comes to hand.

There seems to have been an accident. Well, several accidents actually.
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You stupid, interfering little rat. :rage: And damn your lemon curd tartlet.

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

"I think he's got beautiful legs." - 73 :coy:

Six vast and trunkless legs of stone, Stand in the desert, And on the pedestal these words appear, My name is Ozymandias-Citizen, King of Ants.

This man...the so-called King of Canada. Which number did he give you this time, Ozymandias-Citizen the 23rd? :eyeroll:

Episode Two of 'The Death of Ozymandias-Citizen, King of Canada', can be heard on Radio Four almost immediately.

There's this house, there's this house, and er, it's in the morning, it's in the morning...no, it's in the evening, it's in the evening and er, there's a garden and er, this bloke Citizen comes in... :16ton:

Ello blackhawkrush, haven't seen you for a bit, haven't seen you for a bit either, Beryl. Two pints of wallop please, love. Still driving the Jensen then? Cheer up IbanezJem it may never happen, what's your poison then?

Highlights of that post will be discussed later by Lord 73, Mr. Sven Tinwoodsman, Sir Charles treeduck, Mrs. Hamish Lorraine, Mrs. Betty Citizen, whose name sounds remarkably like Citizen :o and Christine Boslo.

It's spelt Christine Boslo but it's pronounced Throatwobbler Mangrove

I wish to plead incompetence. :gumby:

Mind you he's as good as gold in the morning, I've got to hand it to him, but come lunchtime it's a bottle of vin ordinaire - six glasses and he's ready to agitate.

Ah! I've found another bottle! You can have some now if you want to.

I'm not interested in any of that. I just want to know what it would cost me to have a fully comprehensive insurance on a 1970 Aston Martin. Can you please quote me your price? :popcorn:

There just aren't enough accidents. It's unethical and time-consuming to go out and "cause" them, so we're having to rely on whatever comes to hand.

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

Well you see, I like them. They fill out the canvas. I mean, I suppose we could lose three or four of them. You know, make one or two of them into...
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You stupid, interfering little rat. :rage: And damn your lemon curd tartlet.

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

"I think he's got beautiful legs." - 73 :coy:

Six vast and trunkless legs of stone, Stand in the desert, And on the pedestal these words appear, My name is Ozymandias-Citizen, King of Ants.

This man...the so-called King of Canada. Which number did he give you this time, Ozymandias-Citizen the 23rd? :eyeroll:

Episode Two of 'The Death of Ozymandias-Citizen, King of Canada', can be heard on Radio Four almost immediately.

There's this house, there's this house, and er, it's in the morning, it's in the morning...no, it's in the evening, it's in the evening and er, there's a garden and er, this bloke Citizen comes in... :16ton:

Ello blackhawkrush, haven't seen you for a bit, haven't seen you for a bit either, Beryl. Two pints of wallop please, love. Still driving the Jensen then? Cheer up IbanezJem it may never happen, what's your poison then?

Highlights of that post will be discussed later by Lord 73, Mr. Sven Tinwoodsman, Sir Charles treeduck, Mrs. Hamish Lorraine, Mrs. Betty Citizen, whose name sounds remarkably like Citizen :o and Christine Boslo.

It's spelt Christine Boslo but it's pronounced Throatwobbler Mangrove

I wish to plead incompetence. :gumby:

Mind you he's as good as gold in the morning, I've got to hand it to him, but come lunchtime it's a bottle of vin ordinaire - six glasses and he's ready to agitate.

Ah! I've found another bottle! You can have some now if you want to.

I'm not interested in any of that. I just want to know what it would cost me to have a fully comprehensive insurance on a 1970 Aston Martin. Can you please quote me your price? :popcorn:

There just aren't enough accidents. It's unethical and time-consuming to go out and "cause" them, so we're having to rely on whatever comes to hand.

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

Well you see, I like them. They fill out the canvas. I mean, I suppose we could lose three or four of them. You know, make one or two of them into...

...the things possessed by their fathers that their fathers put there only just the night before, about eight o'clock. :ph34r:
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You stupid, interfering little rat. :rage: And damn your lemon curd tartlet.

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

"I think he's got beautiful legs." - 73 :coy:

Six vast and trunkless legs of stone, Stand in the desert, And on the pedestal these words appear, My name is Ozymandias-Citizen, King of Ants.

This man...the so-called King of Canada. Which number did he give you this time, Ozymandias-Citizen the 23rd? :eyeroll:

Episode Two of 'The Death of Ozymandias-Citizen, King of Canada', can be heard on Radio Four almost immediately.

There's this house, there's this house, and er, it's in the morning, it's in the morning...no, it's in the evening, it's in the evening and er, there's a garden and er, this bloke Citizen comes in... :16ton:

Ello blackhawkrush, haven't seen you for a bit, haven't seen you for a bit either, Beryl. Two pints of wallop please, love. Still driving the Jensen then? Cheer up IbanezJem it may never happen, what's your poison then?

Highlights of that post will be discussed later by Lord 73, Mr. Sven Tinwoodsman, Sir Charles treeduck, Mrs. Hamish Lorraine, Mrs. Betty Citizen, whose name sounds remarkably like Citizen :o and Christine Boslo.

It's spelt Christine Boslo but it's pronounced Throatwobbler Mangrove

I wish to plead incompetence. :gumby:

Mind you he's as good as gold in the morning, I've got to hand it to him, but come lunchtime it's a bottle of vin ordinaire - six glasses and he's ready to agitate.

Ah! I've found another bottle! You can have some now if you want to.

I'm not interested in any of that. I just want to know what it would cost me to have a fully comprehensive insurance on a 1970 Aston Martin. Can you please quote me your price? :popcorn:

There just aren't enough accidents. It's unethical and time-consuming to go out and "cause" them, so we're having to rely on whatever comes to hand.

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

Well you see, I like them. They fill out the canvas. I mean, I suppose we could lose three or four of them. You know, make one or two of them into...

...the things possessed by their fathers that their fathers put there only just the night before, about eight o'clock. :ph34r:

8 o'clock is a peak viewing hour... and popularity is what TRF is about. Quite frankly I'm sick and tired of people accusing this thread of being ratings conscious.
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You stupid, interfering little rat. :rage: And damn your lemon curd tartlet.

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

"I think he's got beautiful legs." - 73 :coy:

Six vast and trunkless legs of stone, Stand in the desert, And on the pedestal these words appear, My name is Ozymandias-Citizen, King of Ants.

This man...the so-called King of Canada. Which number did he give you this time, Ozymandias-Citizen the 23rd? :eyeroll:

Episode Two of 'The Death of Ozymandias-Citizen, King of Canada', can be heard on Radio Four almost immediately.

There's this house, there's this house, and er, it's in the morning, it's in the morning...no, it's in the evening, it's in the evening and er, there's a garden and er, this bloke Citizen comes in... :16ton:

Ello blackhawkrush, haven't seen you for a bit, haven't seen you for a bit either, Beryl. Two pints of wallop please, love. Still driving the Jensen then? Cheer up IbanezJem it may never happen, what's your poison then?

Highlights of that post will be discussed later by Lord 73, Mr. Sven Tinwoodsman, Sir Charles treeduck, Mrs. Hamish Lorraine, Mrs. Betty Citizen, whose name sounds remarkably like Citizen :o and Christine Boslo.

It's spelt Christine Boslo but it's pronounced Throatwobbler Mangrove

I wish to plead incompetence. :gumby:

Mind you he's as good as gold in the morning, I've got to hand it to him, but come lunchtime it's a bottle of vin ordinaire - six glasses and he's ready to agitate.

Ah! I've found another bottle! You can have some now if you want to.

I'm not interested in any of that. I just want to know what it would cost me to have a fully comprehensive insurance on a 1970 Aston Martin. Can you please quote me your price? :popcorn:

There just aren't enough accidents. It's unethical and time-consuming to go out and "cause" them, so we're having to rely on whatever comes to hand.

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

Well you see, I like them. They fill out the canvas. I mean, I suppose we could lose three or four of them. You know, make one or two of them into...

...the things possessed by their fathers that their fathers put there only just the night before, about eight o'clock. :ph34r:

8 o'clock is a peak viewing hour... and popularity is what TRF is about. Quite frankly I'm sick and tired of people accusing this thread of being ratings conscious.

Those of you who missed 8:45 on Friday :zzz: will be able to see it again this Friday at a quarter to nine. And don't forget tomorrow when it'll be 9:20.
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You stupid, interfering little rat. :rage: And damn your lemon curd tartlet.

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

"I think he's got beautiful legs." - 73 :coy:

Six vast and trunkless legs of stone, Stand in the desert, And on the pedestal these words appear, My name is Ozymandias-Citizen, King of Ants.

This man...the so-called King of Canada. Which number did he give you this time, Ozymandias-Citizen the 23rd? :eyeroll:

Episode Two of 'The Death of Ozymandias-Citizen, King of Canada', can be heard on Radio Four almost immediately.

There's this house, there's this house, and er, it's in the morning, it's in the morning...no, it's in the evening, it's in the evening and er, there's a garden and er, this bloke Citizen comes in... :16ton:

Ello blackhawkrush, haven't seen you for a bit, haven't seen you for a bit either, Beryl. Two pints of wallop please, love. Still driving the Jensen then? Cheer up IbanezJem it may never happen, what's your poison then?

Highlights of that post will be discussed later by Lord 73, Mr. Sven Tinwoodsman, Sir Charles treeduck, Mrs. Hamish Lorraine, Mrs. Betty Citizen, whose name sounds remarkably like Citizen :o and Christine Boslo.

It's spelt Christine Boslo but it's pronounced Throatwobbler Mangrove

I wish to plead incompetence. :gumby:

Mind you he's as good as gold in the morning, I've got to hand it to him, but come lunchtime it's a bottle of vin ordinaire - six glasses and he's ready to agitate.

Ah! I've found another bottle! You can have some now if you want to.

I'm not interested in any of that. I just want to know what it would cost me to have a fully comprehensive insurance on a 1970 Aston Martin. Can you please quote me your price? :popcorn:

There just aren't enough accidents. It's unethical and time-consuming to go out and "cause" them, so we're having to rely on whatever comes to hand.

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

Well you see, I like them. They fill out the canvas. I mean, I suppose we could lose three or four of them. You know, make one or two of them into...

...the things possessed by their fathers that their fathers put there only just the night before, about eight o'clock. :ph34r:

8 o'clock is a peak viewing hour... and popularity is what TRF is about. Quite frankly I'm sick and tired of people accusing this thread of being ratings conscious.

Those of you who missed 8:45 on Friday :zzz: will be able to see it again this Friday at a quarter to nine. And don't forget tomorrow when it'll be 9:20.

What do you know about it? What do you know about getting up at five o'clock in t'morning to fly to Paris, back at the Old Vic for drinks at twelve, sweating the day through press interviews, television interviews and getting back here at ten to wrestle with the problem of a homosexual nymphomaniac drug-addict Canadian involved in the ritual murder of a well known Chicago hockey fan?
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Dear 73, I object strongly to the obvious athletic turn this thread has now taken. Why can't we hear more about GhostGirl's body? :drool: Edited by blackhawkrush
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Dear 73, I object strongly to the obvious athletic turn this thread has now taken. Why can't we hear more about GhostGirl's body? :drool:

Yes, you realize of course that GhostGirl is still rather young?
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Dear 73, I object strongly to the obvious athletic turn this thread has now taken. Why can't we hear more about GhostGirl's body? :drool:

Yes, you realize of course that GhostGirl is still rather young?

Oh, my goodness. I do beg your pardon. How dreadful. The first post, I completely... so sorry. :blush:
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Dear 73, I object strongly to the obvious athletic turn this thread has now taken. Why can't we hear more about GhostGirl's body? :drool:

Yes, you realize of course that GhostGirl is still rather young?

Oh, my goodness. I do beg your pardon. How dreadful. The first post, I completely... so sorry. :blush:

Now come on, come on, there she is, she's all ready for it. She's a real stunner, she's got great big tits, she's really well stacked and you've got her legs up against the mantelpiece. Edited by Citizen of the World
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Dear 73, I object strongly to the obvious athletic turn this thread has now taken. Why can't we hear more about GhostGirl's body? :drool:

Yes, you realize of course that GhostGirl is still rather young?

Oh, my goodness. I do beg your pardon. How dreadful. The first post, I completely... so sorry. :blush:

Now come on, come on, there she is, she's all ready for it. She's a real stunner, she's got great big tits, she's really well stacked and you've got her legs up against the mantelpiece.

No... you don't go as far as the table. You go into the room, right?...on your right is the door to the orangery, straight ahead of you is the door to the library, and to your left is the sideboard.
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Dear 73, I object strongly to the obvious athletic turn this thread has now taken. Why can't we hear more about GhostGirl's body? :drool:

Yes, you realize of course that GhostGirl is still rather young?

Oh, my goodness. I do beg your pardon. How dreadful. The first post, I completely... so sorry. :blush:

Now come on, come on, there she is, she's all ready for it. She's a real stunner, she's got great big tits, she's really well stacked and you've got her legs up against the mantelpiece.

No... you don't go as far as the table. You go into the room, right?...on your right is the door to the orangery, straight ahead of you is the door to the library, and to your left is the sideboard.

Chest of drawers? Chest. Drawers. I'd like some chest of drawers, please. :cool:
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Dear 73, I object strongly to the obvious athletic turn this thread has now taken. Why can't we hear more about GhostGirl's body? :drool:

Yes, you realize of course that GhostGirl is still rather young?

Oh, my goodness. I do beg your pardon. How dreadful. The first post, I completely... so sorry. :blush:

Now come on, come on, there she is, she's all ready for it. She's a real stunner, she's got great big tits, she's really well stacked and you've got her legs up against the mantelpiece.

No... you don't go as far as the table. You go into the room, right?...on your right is the door to the orangery, straight ahead of you is the door to the library, and to your left is the sideboard.

Chest of drawers? Chest. Drawers. I'd like some chest of drawers, please. :cool:

Fifty pence ... I'm prepared to negotiate a forty-pence deal. For 35p I won't interrupt any of the next three posts.
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Dear 73, I object strongly to the obvious athletic turn this thread has now taken. Why can't we hear more about GhostGirl's body? :drool:

Yes, you realize of course that GhostGirl is still rather young?

Oh, my goodness. I do beg your pardon. How dreadful. The first post, I completely... so sorry. :blush:

Now come on, come on, there she is, she's all ready for it. She's a real stunner, she's got great big tits, she's really well stacked and you've got her legs up against the mantelpiece.

No... you don't go as far as the table. You go into the room, right?...on your right is the door to the orangery, straight ahead of you is the door to the library, and to your left is the sideboard.

Chest of drawers? Chest. Drawers. I'd like some chest of drawers, please. :cool:

Fifty pence ... I'm prepared to negotiate a forty-pence deal. For 35p I won't interrupt any of the next three posts.

Right, stop it. :tsk: These posts got silly. Started off with a nice little idea about granny GhostGirl, but now it's got silly.
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Dear 73, I object strongly to the obvious athletic turn this thread has now taken. Why can't we hear more about GhostGirl's body? :drool:

Yes, you realize of course that GhostGirl is still rather young?

Oh, my goodness. I do beg your pardon. How dreadful. The first post, I completely... so sorry. :blush:

Now come on, come on, there she is, she's all ready for it. She's a real stunner, she's got great big tits, she's really well stacked and you've got her legs up against the mantelpiece.

No... you don't go as far as the table. You go into the room, right?...on your right is the door to the orangery, straight ahead of you is the door to the library, and to your left is the sideboard.

Chest of drawers? Chest. Drawers. I'd like some chest of drawers, please. :cool:

Fifty pence ... I'm prepared to negotiate a forty-pence deal. For 35p I won't interrupt any of the next three posts.

Right, stop it. :tsk: These posts got silly. Started off with a nice little idea about granny GhostGirl, but now it's got silly.

I can't pretend that this thread hasn't had its difficulties. Mr Citizen, your predecessor, an excellent librarian, savaged three people last week and had to be destroyed.
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Dear 73, I object strongly to the obvious athletic turn this thread has now taken. Why can't we hear more about GhostGirl's body? :drool:

Yes, you realize of course that GhostGirl is still rather young?

Oh, my goodness. I do beg your pardon. How dreadful. The first post, I completely... so sorry. :blush:

Now come on, come on, there she is, she's all ready for it. She's a real stunner, she's got great big tits, she's really well stacked and you've got her legs up against the mantelpiece.

No... you don't go as far as the table. You go into the room, right?...on your right is the door to the orangery, straight ahead of you is the door to the library, and to your left is the sideboard.

Chest of drawers? Chest. Drawers. I'd like some chest of drawers, please. :cool:

Fifty pence ... I'm prepared to negotiate a forty-pence deal. For 35p I won't interrupt any of the next three posts.

Right, stop it. :tsk: These posts got silly. Started off with a nice little idea about granny GhostGirl, but now it's got silly.

I can't pretend that this thread hasn't had its difficulties. Mr Citizen, your predecessor, an excellent librarian, savaged three people last week and had to be destroyed.

You see Citizen is a huge savage beast, about five feet high, ten feet long, weighing about four hundred pounds, running forty miles per hour, with masses of sharp pointed teeth and nasty long razor-sharp claws that can rip your belly open before you can say 'Eric Robinson', and he looks like this. :moon:
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Dear 73, I object strongly to the obvious athletic turn this thread has now taken. Why can't we hear more about GhostGirl's body? :drool:

Yes, you realize of course that GhostGirl is still rather young?

Oh, my goodness. I do beg your pardon. How dreadful. The first post, I completely... so sorry. :blush:

Now come on, come on, there she is, she's all ready for it. She's a real stunner, she's got great big tits, she's really well stacked and you've got her legs up against the mantelpiece.

No... you don't go as far as the table. You go into the room, right?...on your right is the door to the orangery, straight ahead of you is the door to the library, and to your left is the sideboard.

Chest of drawers? Chest. Drawers. I'd like some chest of drawers, please. :cool:

Fifty pence ... I'm prepared to negotiate a forty-pence deal. For 35p I won't interrupt any of the next three posts.

Right, stop it. :tsk: These posts got silly. Started off with a nice little idea about granny GhostGirl, but now it's got silly.

I can't pretend that this thread hasn't had its difficulties. Mr Citizen, your predecessor, an excellent librarian, savaged three people last week and had to be destroyed.

You see Citizen is a huge savage beast, about five feet high, ten feet long, weighing about four hundred pounds, running forty miles per hour, with masses of sharp pointed teeth and nasty long razor-sharp claws that can rip your belly open before you can say 'Eric Robinson', and he looks like this. :moon:

The Citizen Turkish Little Rude Plant. :notworthy: This remarkable Power Windows smutty piece of flora was used by the Turks to ram up each other's...
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Dear 73, I object strongly to the obvious athletic turn this thread has now taken. Why can't we hear more about GhostGirl's body? :drool:

Yes, you realize of course that GhostGirl is still rather young?

Oh, my goodness. I do beg your pardon. How dreadful. The first post, I completely... so sorry. :blush:

Now come on, come on, there she is, she's all ready for it. She's a real stunner, she's got great big tits, she's really well stacked and you've got her legs up against the mantelpiece.

No... you don't go as far as the table. You go into the room, right?...on your right is the door to the orangery, straight ahead of you is the door to the library, and to your left is the sideboard.

Chest of drawers? Chest. Drawers. I'd like some chest of drawers, please. :cool:

Fifty pence ... I'm prepared to negotiate a forty-pence deal. For 35p I won't interrupt any of the next three posts.

Right, stop it. :tsk: These posts got silly. Started off with a nice little idea about granny GhostGirl, but now it's got silly.

I can't pretend that this thread hasn't had its difficulties. Mr Citizen, your predecessor, an excellent librarian, savaged three people last week and had to be destroyed.

You see Citizen is a huge savage beast, about five feet high, ten feet long, weighing about four hundred pounds, running forty miles per hour, with masses of sharp pointed teeth and nasty long razor-sharp claws that can rip your belly open before you can say 'Eric Robinson', and he looks like this. :moon:

The Citizen Turkish Little Rude Plant. :notworthy: This remarkable Power Windows smutty piece of flora was used by the Turks to ram up each other's...

Fine, fine, fine, thank you. Fine, thank you. No more sherry for blackhawkrush. Bad business. He was beginning to play with himself.
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Dear 73, I object strongly to the obvious athletic turn this thread has now taken. Why can't we hear more about GhostGirl's body? :drool:

Yes, you realize of course that GhostGirl is still rather young?

Oh, my goodness. I do beg your pardon. How dreadful. The first post, I completely... so sorry. :blush:

Now come on, come on, there she is, she's all ready for it. She's a real stunner, she's got great big tits, she's really well stacked and you've got her legs up against the mantelpiece.

No... you don't go as far as the table. You go into the room, right?...on your right is the door to the orangery, straight ahead of you is the door to the library, and to your left is the sideboard.

Chest of drawers? Chest. Drawers. I'd like some chest of drawers, please. :cool:

Fifty pence ... I'm prepared to negotiate a forty-pence deal. For 35p I won't interrupt any of the next three posts.

Right, stop it. :tsk: These posts got silly. Started off with a nice little idea about granny GhostGirl, but now it's got silly.

I can't pretend that this thread hasn't had its difficulties. Mr Citizen, your predecessor, an excellent librarian, savaged three people last week and had to be destroyed.

You see Citizen is a huge savage beast, about five feet high, ten feet long, weighing about four hundred pounds, running forty miles per hour, with masses of sharp pointed teeth and nasty long razor-sharp claws that can rip your belly open before you can say 'Eric Robinson', and he looks like this. :moon:

The Citizen Turkish Little Rude Plant. :notworthy: This remarkable Power Windows smutty piece of flora was used by the Turks to ram up each other's...

Fine, fine, fine, thank you. Fine, thank you. No more sherry for blackhawkrush. Bad business. He was beginning to play with himself.

I get so bored. I get so bloody bored. Sorry to interrupt. :blush:
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Dear 73, I object strongly to the obvious athletic turn this thread has now taken. Why can't we hear more about GhostGirl's body? :drool:

Yes, you realize of course that GhostGirl is still rather young?

Oh, my goodness. I do beg your pardon. How dreadful. The first post, I completely... so sorry. :blush:

Now come on, come on, there she is, she's all ready for it. She's a real stunner, she's got great big tits, she's really well stacked and you've got her legs up against the mantelpiece.

No... you don't go as far as the table. You go into the room, right?...on your right is the door to the orangery, straight ahead of you is the door to the library, and to your left is the sideboard.

Chest of drawers? Chest. Drawers. I'd like some chest of drawers, please. :cool:

Fifty pence ... I'm prepared to negotiate a forty-pence deal. For 35p I won't interrupt any of the next three posts.

Right, stop it. :tsk: These posts got silly. Started off with a nice little idea about granny GhostGirl, but now it's got silly.

I can't pretend that this thread hasn't had its difficulties. Mr Citizen, your predecessor, an excellent librarian, savaged three people last week and had to be destroyed.

You see Citizen is a huge savage beast, about five feet high, ten feet long, weighing about four hundred pounds, running forty miles per hour, with masses of sharp pointed teeth and nasty long razor-sharp claws that can rip your belly open before you can say 'Eric Robinson', and he looks like this. :moon:

The Citizen Turkish Little Rude Plant. :notworthy: This remarkable Power Windows smutty piece of flora was used by the Turks to ram up each other's...

Fine, fine, fine, thank you. Fine, thank you. No more sherry for blackhawkrush. Bad business. He was beginning to play with himself.

I get so bored. I get so bloody bored. Sorry to interrupt. :blush:

But why couldn't you fight a penguin?
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Dear 73, I object strongly to the obvious athletic turn this thread has now taken. Why can't we hear more about GhostGirl's body? :drool:

Yes, you realize of course that GhostGirl is still rather young?

Oh, my goodness. I do beg your pardon. How dreadful. The first post, I completely... so sorry. :blush:

Now come on, come on, there she is, she's all ready for it. She's a real stunner, she's got great big tits, she's really well stacked and you've got her legs up against the mantelpiece.

No... you don't go as far as the table. You go into the room, right?...on your right is the door to the orangery, straight ahead of you is the door to the library, and to your left is the sideboard.

Chest of drawers? Chest. Drawers. I'd like some chest of drawers, please. :cool:

Fifty pence ... I'm prepared to negotiate a forty-pence deal. For 35p I won't interrupt any of the next three posts.

Right, stop it. :tsk: These posts got silly. Started off with a nice little idea about granny GhostGirl, but now it's got silly.

I can't pretend that this thread hasn't had its difficulties. Mr Citizen, your predecessor, an excellent librarian, savaged three people last week and had to be destroyed.

You see Citizen is a huge savage beast, about five feet high, ten feet long, weighing about four hundred pounds, running forty miles per hour, with masses of sharp pointed teeth and nasty long razor-sharp claws that can rip your belly open before you can say 'Eric Robinson', and he looks like this. :moon:

The Citizen Turkish Little Rude Plant. :notworthy: This remarkable Power Windows smutty piece of flora was used by the Turks to ram up each other's...

Fine, fine, fine, thank you. Fine, thank you. No more sherry for blackhawkrush. Bad business. He was beginning to play with himself.

I get so bored. I get so bloody bored. Sorry to interrupt. :blush:

But why couldn't you fight a penguin?

You silly sod. What's he do, nibble your bum? :huh:
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