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  1. Oh, what rotten luck ... oh well ... whole afternoon to kill ... better have a bath I suppose. We, at TRF, have taken a film which contains compromising scenes and unpleasant details, which could wreck Citizen's career. But Citizen may phone me at any point and stop the thread. But remember, the money increases as the film goes on. So now, with the clock at $2112, this week "Stop the Thread" visited Burnaby, BC. ... blackhawkrush, why do all your characters have these very big er ... very big um ... Chicago might be a very good city for those with larger gardens, or perhaps even an orchard that's been left for two years. later on we'll be meeting a man who does gardening. But first on the thread we've got a man who speaks entirely in anagrams I think we'll have to keep him, he's going down well. :geddy: This is an old Lenin number. Read all the existentialist philosophers, Like Schopenhauer and Jean-Paul Sartre. Even Martin Heidegger agrees on one thing: Eternal happiness is Rhubarb tart. Nietzsche has just been booked for arguing with the referee. He accused Confucius of having no free will, and Confucius says, "Name go in book". Annihilating by midfield moral argument the now surely obsolescent catennachio defensive philosophy of Signor Alberto Citizen. Bologna indeed were a side intellectually out-argued by a TRF team thrusting and bursting with aggressive Kantian positivism. Oh, shut up or we'll close the bar. :bang bang: :cheers: Gentlemen, at six o'clock I want every man-Bruce of you in the Sydney Harbour Bridge room to take a glass of sherry with the flying philosopher Sydney? No, the capital of Australia is pork. Great boobies, honeybun, my lower intestine is full of spam, egg, spam, bacon, spam, tomato, spam.... Citizen is quite happy with ants eggs, breadcrumbs, and the occasional pheasant. Do you get wafers with it? :drool: Of course sir. It's a cheese shop, sir. Well, er, then you steal some cheese, Brie or Camembert, or Cheddar or Gouda, if you're on the harder stuff.
  2. Oh, what rotten luck ... oh well ... whole afternoon to kill ... better have a bath I suppose. We, at TRF, have taken a film which contains compromising scenes and unpleasant details, which could wreck Citizen's career. But Citizen may phone me at any point and stop the thread. But remember, the money increases as the film goes on. So now, with the clock at $2112, this week "Stop the Thread" visited Burnaby, BC. ... blackhawkrush, why do all your characters have these very big er ... very big um ... Chicago might be a very good city for those with larger gardens, or perhaps even an orchard that's been left for two years. later on we'll be meeting a man who does gardening. But first on the thread we've got a man who speaks entirely in anagrams I think we'll have to keep him, he's going down well. :geddy: This is an old Lenin number. Read all the existentialist philosophers, Like Schopenhauer and Jean-Paul Sartre. Even Martin Heidegger agrees on one thing: Eternal happiness is Rhubarb tart. Nietzsche has just been booked for arguing with the referee. He accused Confucius of having no free will, and Confucius says, "Name go in book". Annihilating by midfield moral argument the now surely obsolescent catennachio defensive philosophy of Signor Alberto Citizen. Bologna indeed were a side intellectually out-argued by a TRF team thrusting and bursting with aggressive Kantian positivism. Oh, shut up or we'll close the bar. :bang bang: :cheers: Gentlemen, at six o'clock I want every man-Bruce of you in the Sydney Harbour Bridge room to take a glass of sherry with the flying philosopher Sydney? No, the capital of Australia is pork. Great boobies, honeybun, my lower intestine is full of spam, egg, spam, bacon, spam, tomato, spam....
  3. Oh, what rotten luck ... oh well ... whole afternoon to kill ... better have a bath I suppose. We, at TRF, have taken a film which contains compromising scenes and unpleasant details, which could wreck Citizen's career. But Citizen may phone me at any point and stop the thread. But remember, the money increases as the film goes on. So now, with the clock at $2112, this week "Stop the Thread" visited Burnaby, BC. ... blackhawkrush, why do all your characters have these very big er ... very big um ... Chicago might be a very good city for those with larger gardens, or perhaps even an orchard that's been left for two years. later on we'll be meeting a man who does gardening. But first on the thread we've got a man who speaks entirely in anagrams I think we'll have to keep him, he's going down well. :geddy: This is an old Lenin number. Read all the existentialist philosophers, Like Schopenhauer and Jean-Paul Sartre. Even Martin Heidegger agrees on one thing: Eternal happiness is Rhubarb tart. Nietzsche has just been booked for arguing with the referee. He accused Confucius of having no free will, and Confucius says, "Name go in book". Annihilating by midfield moral argument the now surely obsolescent catennachio defensive philosophy of Signor Alberto Citizen. Bologna indeed were a side intellectually out-argued by a TRF team thrusting and bursting with aggressive Kantian positivism. Oh, shut up or we'll close the bar. :bang bang: :cheers: Gentlemen, at six o'clock I want every man-Bruce of you in the Sydney Harbour Bridge room to take a glass of sherry with the flying philosopher
  4. Oh, what rotten luck ... oh well ... whole afternoon to kill ... better have a bath I suppose. We, at TRF, have taken a film which contains compromising scenes and unpleasant details, which could wreck Citizen's career. But Citizen may phone me at any point and stop the thread. But remember, the money increases as the film goes on. So now, with the clock at $2112, this week "Stop the Thread" visited Burnaby, BC. ... blackhawkrush, why do all your characters have these very big er ... very big um ... Chicago might be a very good city for those with larger gardens, or perhaps even an orchard that's been left for two years. later on we'll be meeting a man who does gardening. But first on the thread we've got a man who speaks entirely in anagrams I think we'll have to keep him, he's going down well. :geddy: This is an old Lenin number. Read all the existentialist philosophers, Like Schopenhauer and Jean-Paul Sartre. Even Martin Heidegger agrees on one thing: Eternal happiness is Rhubarb tart. Nietzsche has just been booked for arguing with the referee. He accused Confucius of having no free will, and Confucius says, "Name go in book".
  5. Oh, what rotten luck ... oh well ... whole afternoon to kill ... better have a bath I suppose. We, at TRF, have taken a film which contains compromising scenes and unpleasant details, which could wreck Citizen's career. But Citizen may phone me at any point and stop the thread. But remember, the money increases as the film goes on. So now, with the clock at $2112, this week "Stop the Thread" visited Burnaby, BC. ... blackhawkrush, why do all your characters have these very big er ... very big um ... Chicago might be a very good city for those with larger gardens, or perhaps even an orchard that's been left for two years. later on we'll be meeting a man who does gardening. But first on the thread we've got a man who speaks entirely in anagrams
  6. Oh, what rotten luck ... oh well ... whole afternoon to kill ... better have a bath I suppose. We, at TRF, have taken a film which contains compromising scenes and unpleasant details, which could wreck Citizen's career. But Citizen may phone me at any point and stop the thread. But remember, the money increases as the film goes on. So now, with the clock at $2112, this week "Stop the Thread" visited Burnaby, BC. ... blackhawkrush, why do all your characters have these very big er ... very big um ...
  7. Oh, what rotten luck ... oh well ... whole afternoon to kill ... better have a bath I suppose.
  8. Yes, he didn't join in the fun much. Just sat there thinking. Still, Mr Blackhawkrush caught him a few times with the whoopee cushion. No, never seen him before in my life. Oh, yes he's the one. He done it. I'd recognize Ibanez anywhere. Welcome to Madagascar, where blackhawkrush is seeking Ibanez. And I've just been told that he has been told that he has been unofficially described as 'cold'. In Chicago it's cold enough to freeze your wrists off. S'hot enough to boil a monkey's bum! Well, they said it was the best way to get the job. :sundog: Er, well, I'm afraid not. I'm afraid all the vacancies were filled several weeks ago. I've got something lined up for blackhawkrush next week that I think is very much more up his street. He is going to eat Chichester Cathedral. It's only a model Thank God for that. Excuse me for a moment. Everybody's queueing for the bloody toilet and queueing for the bloody half-customs officers and queueing for the bloody bus that isn't there, waiting to take you to the hotel that hasn't yet been built. Brian Citizen and Brianerte Ibanez again meet on yet another rubbish dump. Citizen and I get woken up every morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over us! House!? Hmmph. comedy struck this little house in Dibley Road. Sudden ...violent ... comedy. Police have sealed off the area, and Scotland Yard's crack inspector is with me now. 73 is a mounted policeman with a difference, and what a difference. If I could walk that way I wouldn't need aftershave. He was dirty, smelly and distasteful...and I liked him very much... smelly, and obscene and disgusting and I hate it, I hate it ,.. nasty, grubby, dirty, mingy, scrubby
  9. Yes, he didn't join in the fun much. Just sat there thinking. Still, Mr Blackhawkrush caught him a few times with the whoopee cushion. No, never seen him before in my life. Oh, yes he's the one. He done it. I'd recognize Ibanez anywhere. Welcome to Madagascar, where blackhawkrush is seeking Ibanez. And I've just been told that he has been told that he has been unofficially described as 'cold'. In Chicago it's cold enough to freeze your wrists off. S'hot enough to boil a monkey's bum! Well, they said it was the best way to get the job. :sundog: Er, well, I'm afraid not. I'm afraid all the vacancies were filled several weeks ago. I've got something lined up for blackhawkrush next week that I think is very much more up his street. He is going to eat Chichester Cathedral. It's only a model Thank God for that. Excuse me for a moment. Everybody's queueing for the bloody toilet and queueing for the bloody half-customs officers and queueing for the bloody bus that isn't there, waiting to take you to the hotel that hasn't yet been built. Brian Citizen and Brianerte Ibanez again meet on yet another rubbish dump. Citizen and I get woken up every morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over us! House!? Hmmph. comedy struck this little house in Dibley Road. Sudden ...violent ... comedy. Police have sealed off the area, and Scotland Yard's crack inspector is with me now. 73 is a mounted policeman with a difference, and what a difference. If I could walk that way I wouldn't need aftershave.
  10. Yes, he didn't join in the fun much. Just sat there thinking. Still, Mr Blackhawkrush caught him a few times with the whoopee cushion. No, never seen him before in my life. Oh, yes he's the one. He done it. I'd recognize Ibanez anywhere. Welcome to Madagascar, where blackhawkrush is seeking Ibanez. And I've just been told that he has been told that he has been unofficially described as 'cold'. In Chicago it's cold enough to freeze your wrists off. S'hot enough to boil a monkey's bum! Well, they said it was the best way to get the job. :sundog: Er, well, I'm afraid not. I'm afraid all the vacancies were filled several weeks ago. I've got something lined up for blackhawkrush next week that I think is very much more up his street. He is going to eat Chichester Cathedral. It's only a model Thank God for that. Excuse me for a moment. Everybody's queueing for the bloody toilet and queueing for the bloody half-customs officers and queueing for the bloody bus that isn't there, waiting to take you to the hotel that hasn't yet been built. Brian Citizen and Brianerte Ibanez again meet on yet another rubbish dump. Citizen and I get woken up every morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over us! House!? Hmmph. comedy struck this little house in Dibley Road. Sudden ...violent ... comedy. Police have sealed off the area, and Scotland Yard's crack inspector is with me now.
  11. Yes, he didn't join in the fun much. Just sat there thinking. Still, Mr Blackhawkrush caught him a few times with the whoopee cushion. No, never seen him before in my life. Oh, yes he's the one. He done it. I'd recognize Ibanez anywhere. Welcome to Madagascar, where blackhawkrush is seeking Ibanez. And I've just been told that he has been told that he has been unofficially described as 'cold'. In Chicago it's cold enough to freeze your wrists off. S'hot enough to boil a monkey's bum! Well, they said it was the best way to get the job. :sundog: Er, well, I'm afraid not. I'm afraid all the vacancies were filled several weeks ago. I've got something lined up for blackhawkrush next week that I think is very much more up his street. He is going to eat Chichester Cathedral. It's only a model
  12. Yes, he didn't join in the fun much. Just sat there thinking. Still, Mr Blackhawkrush caught him a few times with the whoopee cushion. No, never seen him before in my life. Oh, yes he's the one. He done it. I'd recognize Ibanez anywhere. Welcome to Madagascar, where blackhawkrush is seeking Ibanez. And I've just been told that he has been told that he has been unofficially described as 'cold'. In Chicago it's cold enough to freeze your wrists off. S'hot enough to boil a monkey's bum! Well, they said it was the best way to get the job. :sundog: Er, well, I'm afraid not. I'm afraid all the vacancies were filled several weeks ago.
  13. Yes, he didn't join in the fun much. Just sat there thinking. Still, Mr Blackhawkrush caught him a few times with the whoopee cushion. No, never seen him before in my life. Oh, yes he's the one. He done it. I'd recognize Ibanez anywhere. Welcome to Madagascar, where blackhawkrush is seeking Ibanez. And I've just been told that he has been told that he has been unofficially described as 'cold'. In Chicago it's cold enough to freeze your wrists off. S'hot enough to boil a monkey's bum!
  14. Yes, he didn't join in the fun much. Just sat there thinking. Still, Mr Blackhawkrush caught him a few times with the whoopee cushion.
  15. Would you like to buy some of our TRF honey, sir? Which would you like, the Californian Orange Blossom, the Mexican, the New Zealand, or the Scottish Heather? Ja - she's a real honey! :drool: Beautiful, beautiful. Savage tans, great slabs of black set against aggressive orange. It really makes you want to shout out, this is good! This is real! I'm interested in shouting all right, by jove you certainly hit the nail on the head with that particular observation of yours then. That's a little bit too loud sir. Can you say it just a little less than that? Don't you shout at me, madam Ibanez, don't come that tone. Now then, I must ask you to accompany me down to admin 73 and do some aptitude tests. I wish to plead incompetence. You know, there are many people in the country today who, through no fault of their own, are sane. Some of them were born sane. Some of them became sane later in their lives. It is up to people like you and me who are out of our tiny little minds to try and help these people overcome their sanity. You can start in small ways with ping-pong ball eyes and a funny voice and then you can paint half of your body red and the other half green and then you can jump up and down in a bowl of treacle going 'squawk, squawk, squawk...' And then you can go 'Neurhhh! Neurhh!' and then you can roll around on the floor going 'pting pting pting' ... Oh, I am enjoying this rickshaw ride. I've been a Tory all my life, my life, my life. Good morning Mr Presley. How well you look, you look very well ... our cruising speed is 610 miles per hour ... well well well porridge ... well well well, well, hello hello dear ... hello dear! Yes, well done, Mrs L of Leicester, Mrs B of Buxton and Mrs G of Gotwick, the loony was of course the writer, Sir IbanezJem Three acts and a few special torso exercises later, Citizen, as Trigorin, the failed writer of sentimental romances, has lost over thirty-three inches. Wow. What a difference. That Anton Chekhov can certainly write. That was 'The Cherry Orchard' by Anton Chekov adapted for radio by putting it onto a piece of wood and banging a few nails through it. Mr Blackhawkrush Gumby is now appearing in the Thames near Wapping Steps and Mr IbanezJem Gumby is appearing as a central tunnel support on the new Victoria line
  16. Would you like to buy some of our TRF honey, sir? Which would you like, the Californian Orange Blossom, the Mexican, the New Zealand, or the Scottish Heather? Ja - she's a real honey! :drool: Beautiful, beautiful. Savage tans, great slabs of black set against aggressive orange. It really makes you want to shout out, this is good! This is real! I'm interested in shouting all right, by jove you certainly hit the nail on the head with that particular observation of yours then. That's a little bit too loud sir. Can you say it just a little less than that? Don't you shout at me, madam Ibanez, don't come that tone. Now then, I must ask you to accompany me down to admin 73 and do some aptitude tests. I wish to plead incompetence. You know, there are many people in the country today who, through no fault of their own, are sane. Some of them were born sane. Some of them became sane later in their lives. It is up to people like you and me who are out of our tiny little minds to try and help these people overcome their sanity. You can start in small ways with ping-pong ball eyes and a funny voice and then you can paint half of your body red and the other half green and then you can jump up and down in a bowl of treacle going 'squawk, squawk, squawk...' And then you can go 'Neurhhh! Neurhh!' and then you can roll around on the floor going 'pting pting pting' ... Oh, I am enjoying this rickshaw ride. I've been a Tory all my life, my life, my life. Good morning Mr Presley. How well you look, you look very well ... our cruising speed is 610 miles per hour ... well well well porridge ... well well well, well, hello hello dear ... hello dear! Yes, well done, Mrs L of Leicester, Mrs B of Buxton and Mrs G of Gotwick, the loony was of course the writer, Sir IbanezJem
  17. Would you like to buy some of our TRF honey, sir? Which would you like, the Californian Orange Blossom, the Mexican, the New Zealand, or the Scottish Heather? Ja - she's a real honey! :drool: Beautiful, beautiful. Savage tans, great slabs of black set against aggressive orange. It really makes you want to shout out, this is good! This is real! I'm interested in shouting all right, by jove you certainly hit the nail on the head with that particular observation of yours then. That's a little bit too loud sir. Can you say it just a little less than that? Don't you shout at me, madam Ibanez, don't come that tone. Now then, I must ask you to accompany me down to admin 73 and do some aptitude tests. I wish to plead incompetence. You know, there are many people in the country today who, through no fault of their own, are sane. Some of them were born sane. Some of them became sane later in their lives. It is up to people like you and me who are out of our tiny little minds to try and help these people overcome their sanity. You can start in small ways with ping-pong ball eyes and a funny voice and then you can paint half of your body red and the other half green and then you can jump up and down in a bowl of treacle going 'squawk, squawk, squawk...' And then you can go 'Neurhhh! Neurhh!' and then you can roll around on the floor going 'pting pting pting' ...
  18. Would you like to buy some of our TRF honey, sir? Which would you like, the Californian Orange Blossom, the Mexican, the New Zealand, or the Scottish Heather? Ja - she's a real honey! :drool: Beautiful, beautiful. Savage tans, great slabs of black set against aggressive orange. It really makes you want to shout out, this is good! This is real! I'm interested in shouting all right, by jove you certainly hit the nail on the head with that particular observation of yours then.
  19. Well, you'd be surprised, actually sir. The Tudor economy's booming, ever since Sir Humphrey Gilbert opened up the Northwest passage to Cathay, and the Cabots' expansion in Canada, there's been a tremendous surge in exports, and trade with the Holy Roman Empire is going... no, quite right, it's no good at all.
  20. Well, I am a simple soul, I don't understand all that. All I know is he is not the same man as I married. It's not Citizen Riley. It's an extra-terrestrial being! Aggh! Dear Sir, I object very strongly to that last post, and to the next one. Oh, we don't half talk posh, don't we? I suppose you post "ehnvelope" and "larngerie" and "sarndwiches on the settee." :burger: Sandwiches? Blimey. Whatever did I give the wife? Lobster thermidor aux crevettes with a mornay sauce garnished with truffle pâté, brandy and with a fried egg on top and spam Seagullsicle! Pelican-bonbon! Albatross! Well why don't you move into more conventional areas of confectionary, like praline or lime cream; a very popular flavor, I'm lead to understand. The smallest jar - this little 2oz jar, for sweets, chocolates and even little shallots. No longer used in the West it remains here as an unspoken monument to the days when La Paz knew better times. Ronald Ibanez, 'Storage Jars', La Paz. Oh, blimey, how time flies. Sadly, we are reaching the end of yet another programme, and so it is finale time. What about summing up from the panel? That's cheap. You know - the big match experts. Embarrassing. It's perfectly awful. Disgraceful, I don't know how they've got the nerve to put it on. Are you embarrassed easily? I am. But it's nothing to worry about, it's all part of growing up and being a Rush fan. This course is designed to eliminate embarrassment, to enable you to talk freely about rude objects, to look at awkward and embarrassing things and to point at people's privates. Well as I say, you'd just be talking and out'll pudenda the wrong word. you have to say dog kennel to IbanezJem because if you say mattress he puts a bag over his head. I should have explained. Apart from that he's really all right. Ibanez spent the morning dealing with the Irish situation and later in the day had long discussions with the Minister For Running Upstairs Two At A Time, flinging the door open and saying 'Ha, ha! Caught you, Citizen'. Well, I've been going with ministers for five years now and, you know... I think they're wonderful.
  21. Well, I am a simple soul, I don't understand all that. All I know is he is not the same man as I married. It's not Citizen Riley. It's an extra-terrestrial being! Aggh! Dear Sir, I object very strongly to that last post, and to the next one. Oh, we don't half talk posh, don't we? I suppose you post "ehnvelope" and "larngerie" and "sarndwiches on the settee." :burger: Sandwiches? Blimey. Whatever did I give the wife? Lobster thermidor aux crevettes with a mornay sauce garnished with truffle pâté, brandy and with a fried egg on top and spam Seagullsicle! Pelican-bonbon! Albatross! Well why don't you move into more conventional areas of confectionary, like praline or lime cream; a very popular flavor, I'm lead to understand. The smallest jar - this little 2oz jar, for sweets, chocolates and even little shallots. No longer used in the West it remains here as an unspoken monument to the days when La Paz knew better times. Ronald Ibanez, 'Storage Jars', La Paz. Oh, blimey, how time flies. Sadly, we are reaching the end of yet another programme, and so it is finale time. What about summing up from the panel? That's cheap. You know - the big match experts. Embarrassing. It's perfectly awful. Disgraceful, I don't know how they've got the nerve to put it on. Are you embarrassed easily? I am. But it's nothing to worry about, it's all part of growing up and being a Rush fan. This course is designed to eliminate embarrassment, to enable you to talk freely about rude objects, to look at awkward and embarrassing things and to point at people's privates. Well as I say, you'd just be talking and out'll pudenda the wrong word. you have to say dog kennel to IbanezJem because if you say mattress he puts a bag over his head. I should have explained. Apart from that he's really all right.
  22. Well, I am a simple soul, I don't understand all that. All I know is he is not the same man as I married. It's not Citizen Riley. It's an extra-terrestrial being! Aggh! Dear Sir, I object very strongly to that last post, and to the next one. Oh, we don't half talk posh, don't we? I suppose you post "ehnvelope" and "larngerie" and "sarndwiches on the settee." :burger: Sandwiches? Blimey. Whatever did I give the wife? Lobster thermidor aux crevettes with a mornay sauce garnished with truffle pâté, brandy and with a fried egg on top and spam Seagullsicle! Pelican-bonbon! Albatross! Well why don't you move into more conventional areas of confectionary, like praline or lime cream; a very popular flavor, I'm lead to understand. The smallest jar - this little 2oz jar, for sweets, chocolates and even little shallots. No longer used in the West it remains here as an unspoken monument to the days when La Paz knew better times. Ronald Ibanez, 'Storage Jars', La Paz. Oh, blimey, how time flies. Sadly, we are reaching the end of yet another programme, and so it is finale time. What about summing up from the panel? That's cheap. You know - the big match experts. Embarrassing. It's perfectly awful. Disgraceful, I don't know how they've got the nerve to put it on. Are you embarrassed easily? I am. But it's nothing to worry about, it's all part of growing up and being a Rush fan. This course is designed to eliminate embarrassment, to enable you to talk freely about rude objects, to look at awkward and embarrassing things and to point at people's privates.
  23. Well, I am a simple soul, I don't understand all that. All I know is he is not the same man as I married. It's not Citizen Riley. It's an extra-terrestrial being! Aggh! Dear Sir, I object very strongly to that last post, and to the next one. Oh, we don't half talk posh, don't we? I suppose you post "ehnvelope" and "larngerie" and "sarndwiches on the settee." :burger: Sandwiches? Blimey. Whatever did I give the wife? Lobster thermidor aux crevettes with a mornay sauce garnished with truffle pâté, brandy and with a fried egg on top and spam Seagullsicle! Pelican-bonbon! Albatross! Well why don't you move into more conventional areas of confectionary, like praline or lime cream; a very popular flavor, I'm lead to understand. The smallest jar - this little 2oz jar, for sweets, chocolates and even little shallots. No longer used in the West it remains here as an unspoken monument to the days when La Paz knew better times. Ronald Ibanez, 'Storage Jars', La Paz. Oh, blimey, how time flies. Sadly, we are reaching the end of yet another programme, and so it is finale time. What about summing up from the panel? That's cheap. You know - the big match experts.
  24. Well, I am a simple soul, I don't understand all that. All I know is he is not the same man as I married. It's not Citizen Riley. It's an extra-terrestrial being! Aggh! Dear Sir, I object very strongly to that last post, and to the next one. Oh, we don't half talk posh, don't we? I suppose you post "ehnvelope" and "larngerie" and "sarndwiches on the settee." :burger: Sandwiches? Blimey. Whatever did I give the wife? Lobster thermidor aux crevettes with a mornay sauce garnished with truffle pâté, brandy and with a fried egg on top and spam Seagullsicle! Pelican-bonbon! Albatross! Well why don't you move into more conventional areas of confectionary, like praline or lime cream; a very popular flavor, I'm lead to understand.
  25. Well, I am a simple soul, I don't understand all that. All I know is he is not the same man as I married. It's not Citizen Riley. It's an extra-terrestrial being! Aggh! Dear Sir, I object very strongly to that last post, and to the next one. Oh, we don't half talk posh, don't we? I suppose you post "ehnvelope" and "larngerie" and "sarndwiches on the settee." :burger: Sandwiches? Blimey. Whatever did I give the wife? Lobster thermidor aux crevettes with a mornay sauce garnished with truffle pâté, brandy and with a fried egg on top and spam
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