Citizen of the World

Well I never. We are now in the Alpes Maritmes region of Southern France. IbanezJem seems more intent on reaching Moscow than on rehearsing his new BBC2 series with Neil Peart and the Younger Generation You've got two empty halves of coconut and you're banging them together. :Neil: Ken Blackhawkrush - a smile, two bangs, and a hockey team. It's cold enough to freeze your wrists off. :hockeygoon: Yes, and you want me to hack a bit off. I want you to tell me if you see any similarity between them... :Alex: :guitar: He does the thing with one of those silly women who can't tell Whizzo butter from a dead crab. You try that around here, young man, and we'll slit your face. :Alex: was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp, or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken. I was terrified of him. Everyone was terrified of blackhawkrush. I've seen grown men pull their own heads off rather than see blackhawkrush. Even 73 was frightened of blackhawkrush.

Well I never. We are now in the Alpes Maritmes region of Southern France. IbanezJem seems more intent on reaching Moscow than on rehearsing his new BBC2 series with Neil Peart and the Younger Generation You've got two empty halves of coconut and you're banging them together. :Neil: Ken Blackhawkrush - a smile, two bangs, and a hockey team. It's cold enough to freeze your wrists off. :hockeygoon: Yes, and you want me to hack a bit off. I want you to tell me if you see any similarity between them... :Alex: :guitar: He does the thing with one of those silly women who can't tell Whizzo butter from a dead crab. You try that around here, young man, and we'll slit your face.

Well I never. We are now in the Alpes Maritmes region of Southern France. IbanezJem seems more intent on reaching Moscow than on rehearsing his new BBC2 series with Neil Peart and the Younger Generation

A simple country girl who took a vow of eternal brutality. the inspiring tale of the simple crofters daughter who worked her way up to become Queen of England and Empress of the greatest empire television has ever seen Well, you'd be surprised, actually Citizen. The Tudor economy's booming, ever since Sir Humphrey Blackhawkrush opened up the Northwest passage to Cathay, and Ibanez's 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. You're no bloody use at all. You're an utter bloody wash-out. You make me sick, you weed! I'm so sorry. I-- I had no idea we had a-- a racist posting here. I-- I-- I-- I apologise most sincerely. Well, the 73s really are clamping down these days. Only last week, JARG was sent off for having Sony radio cassette playing Radio Free Pravda. acting on his information they now wish to interview a poster in the Chicago area. Ah, police are concentrating their enquiries on The Rush Forum ... You'll never take me alive, copper! :bang bang: He has been dead for four years, but he has not let that prevent him from coming here this evening. Ah, well, we can help you. We deal with stiffs. He's come about the reaping? I don't think we need any at the moment. For the demon shall bear a nine-bladed sword. Nine-bladed! Not two or five or seven, but nine, which he will wield on all wretched sinners, sinners just like you, sir, there, and the horns shall be on the head... Look. I-- I'd had a lovely supper, and all I said to my wife was, 'That piece of halibut was good enough for Jehovah.' Look. I don't think it ought to be blasphemy, just saying 'Jehovah'. In 1967, I became suspicious of Citizen and it was my dogged perseverance and relentless inquiries that two years later finally secured his conviction for not having a licence for his car radio. He was hanged at Leeds a year later despite the abolition of capital punishment and the public outcry. England makes you sick. Best I can manage here is life imprisonment. It's hardly worth coming in in the morning. Now, South Africa? You've got your cat of nine tails, you've got four death sentences a week, you've got cheap drinks, slave labour and a booming stock market. What a simply super little place! :ebert: They've done wonders with it. This used to be one of the most swampy disease infested areas. 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. Uh, Gaston! A bucket for Citizen. There you are, monsieur. Oh yes, we get a lot of French people round here.

A simple country girl who took a vow of eternal brutality. the inspiring tale of the simple crofters daughter who worked her way up to become Queen of England and Empress of the greatest empire television has ever seen Well, you'd be surprised, actually Citizen. The Tudor economy's booming, ever since Sir Humphrey Blackhawkrush opened up the Northwest passage to Cathay, and Ibanez's 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. You're no bloody use at all. You're an utter bloody wash-out. You make me sick, you weed! I'm so sorry. I-- I had no idea we had a-- a racist posting here. I-- I-- I-- I apologise most sincerely. Well, the 73s really are clamping down these days. Only last week, JARG was sent off for having Sony radio cassette playing Radio Free Pravda. acting on his information they now wish to interview a poster in the Chicago area. Ah, police are concentrating their enquiries on The Rush Forum ... You'll never take me alive, copper! :bang bang: He has been dead for four years, but he has not let that prevent him from coming here this evening. Ah, well, we can help you. We deal with stiffs. He's come about the reaping? I don't think we need any at the moment. For the demon shall bear a nine-bladed sword. Nine-bladed! Not two or five or seven, but nine, which he will wield on all wretched sinners, sinners just like you, sir, there, and the horns shall be on the head... Look. I-- I'd had a lovely supper, and all I said to my wife was, 'That piece of halibut was good enough for Jehovah.' Look. I don't think it ought to be blasphemy, just saying 'Jehovah'. In 1967, I became suspicious of Citizen and it was my dogged perseverance and relentless inquiries that two years later finally secured his conviction for not having a licence for his car radio. He was hanged at Leeds a year later despite the abolition of capital punishment and the public outcry. England makes you sick. Best I can manage here is life imprisonment. It's hardly worth coming in in the morning. Now, South Africa? You've got your cat of nine tails, you've got four death sentences a week, you've got cheap drinks, slave labour and a booming stock market. What a simply super little place! :ebert: They've done wonders with it. This used to be one of the most swampy disease infested areas. 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.

A simple country girl who took a vow of eternal brutality. the inspiring tale of the simple crofters daughter who worked her way up to become Queen of England and Empress of the greatest empire television has ever seen Well, you'd be surprised, actually Citizen. The Tudor economy's booming, ever since Sir Humphrey Blackhawkrush opened up the Northwest passage to Cathay, and Ibanez's 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. You're no bloody use at all. You're an utter bloody wash-out. You make me sick, you weed! I'm so sorry. I-- I had no idea we had a-- a racist posting here. I-- I-- I-- I apologise most sincerely. Well, the 73s really are clamping down these days. Only last week, JARG was sent off for having Sony radio cassette playing Radio Free Pravda. acting on his information they now wish to interview a poster in the Chicago area. Ah, police are concentrating their enquiries on The Rush Forum ... You'll never take me alive, copper! :bang bang: He has been dead for four years, but he has not let that prevent him from coming here this evening. Ah, well, we can help you. We deal with stiffs. He's come about the reaping? I don't think we need any at the moment. For the demon shall bear a nine-bladed sword. Nine-bladed! Not two or five or seven, but nine, which he will wield on all wretched sinners, sinners just like you, sir, there, and the horns shall be on the head... Look. I-- I'd had a lovely supper, and all I said to my wife was, 'That piece of halibut was good enough for Jehovah.' Look. I don't think it ought to be blasphemy, just saying 'Jehovah'. In 1967, I became suspicious of Citizen and it was my dogged perseverance and relentless inquiries that two years later finally secured his conviction for not having a licence for his car radio. He was hanged at Leeds a year later despite the abolition of capital punishment and the public outcry. England makes you sick. Best I can manage here is life imprisonment. It's hardly worth coming in in the morning. Now, South Africa? You've got your cat of nine tails, you've got four death sentences a week, you've got cheap drinks, slave labour and a booming stock market.

A simple country girl who took a vow of eternal brutality. the inspiring tale of the simple crofters daughter who worked her way up to become Queen of England and Empress of the greatest empire television has ever seen Well, you'd be surprised, actually Citizen. The Tudor economy's booming, ever since Sir Humphrey Blackhawkrush opened up the Northwest passage to Cathay, and Ibanez's 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. You're no bloody use at all. You're an utter bloody wash-out. You make me sick, you weed! I'm so sorry. I-- I had no idea we had a-- a racist posting here. I-- I-- I-- I apologise most sincerely. Well, the 73s really are clamping down these days. Only last week, JARG was sent off for having Sony radio cassette playing Radio Free Pravda. acting on his information they now wish to interview a poster in the Chicago area. Ah, police are concentrating their enquiries on The Rush Forum ... You'll never take me alive, copper! :bang bang: He has been dead for four years, but he has not let that prevent him from coming here this evening. Ah, well, we can help you. We deal with stiffs. He's come about the reaping? I don't think we need any at the moment. For the demon shall bear a nine-bladed sword. Nine-bladed! Not two or five or seven, but nine, which he will wield on all wretched sinners, sinners just like you, sir, there, and the horns shall be on the head... Look. I-- I'd had a lovely supper, and all I said to my wife was, 'That piece of halibut was good enough for Jehovah.' Look. I don't think it ought to be blasphemy, just saying 'Jehovah'.

A simple country girl who took a vow of eternal brutality. the inspiring tale of the simple crofters daughter who worked her way up to become Queen of England and Empress of the greatest empire television has ever seen Well, you'd be surprised, actually Citizen. The Tudor economy's booming, ever since Sir Humphrey Blackhawkrush opened up the Northwest passage to Cathay, and Ibanez's 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. You're no bloody use at all. You're an utter bloody wash-out. You make me sick, you weed! I'm so sorry. I-- I had no idea we had a-- a racist posting here. I-- I-- I-- I apologise most sincerely. Well, the 73s really are clamping down these days. Only last week, JARG was sent off for having Sony radio cassette playing Radio Free Pravda. acting on his information they now wish to interview a poster in the Chicago area. Ah, police are concentrating their enquiries on The Rush Forum ... You'll never take me alive, copper! :bang bang: He has been dead for four years, but he has not let that prevent him from coming here this evening. Ah, well, we can help you. We deal with stiffs. He's come about the reaping? I don't think we need any at the moment.

A simple country girl who took a vow of eternal brutality. the inspiring tale of the simple crofters daughter who worked her way up to become Queen of England and Empress of the greatest empire television has ever seen Well, you'd be surprised, actually Citizen. The Tudor economy's booming, ever since Sir Humphrey Blackhawkrush opened up the Northwest passage to Cathay, and Ibanez's 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. You're no bloody use at all. You're an utter bloody wash-out. You make me sick, you weed! I'm so sorry. I-- I had no idea we had a-- a racist posting here. I-- I-- I-- I apologise most sincerely. Well, the 73s really are clamping down these days. Only last week, JARG was sent off for having Sony radio cassette playing Radio Free Pravda. acting on his information they now wish to interview a poster in the Chicago area. Ah, police are concentrating their enquiries on The Rush Forum ...

A simple country girl who took a vow of eternal brutality. the inspiring tale of the simple crofters daughter who worked her way up to become Queen of England and Empress of the greatest empire television has ever seen Well, you'd be surprised, actually Citizen. The Tudor economy's booming, ever since Sir Humphrey Blackhawkrush opened up the Northwest passage to Cathay, and Ibanez's 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. You're no bloody use at all. You're an utter bloody wash-out. You make me sick, you weed!

A simple country girl who took a vow of eternal brutality. the inspiring tale of the simple crofters daughter who worked her way up to become Queen of England and Empress of the greatest empire television has ever seen

providing they are both perfectly fit I can see nothing wrong with one healthy man beating the living daylights out of a little schoolgirl

Then he smashed Ireland, set up the Commonwealth (and more), he crushed the Scots at Worcester and beat the Dutch at sea, in 1653. But what do we really know of this tortured ponce? Then he smashed Ireland, set up the Commonwealth (and more), he crushed the Scots at Worcester and beat the Dutch at sea, in 1653. But what do we really know of this tortured ponce? his best friend is a tree, and in his spare time he's a stockbroker What, that tree there? The big beech with the sort of bare branch coming out of the top left. :hi: It's almost incredible isn't it, to think that this huge tree has walked over two thousand miles across this inhospitable terrain to stop here, maybe just to take in water before the two thousand miles on to Cape Town, where it lives. It's almost unimaginable, I find - the thought of this mighty tree strolling through Nigeria, perhaps swaggering a little as it crosses the border into Zaire, hopping through the tropical rain forests, trying to find a quiet grove where it could jump around on its own, sprinting up to Zambia for the afternoon... You're really interested in silly walks, aren't you? And there's Ibanez's mate, Bruce Beer... :cheers: :cheers: New Bruce will be teaching political science - Machiavelli, Bentham, Locke, Hobbes, Sutcliffe, Bradman, Lindwall, Miller, Hassett, and Benet. Excuse me, is the Third Test in this thread? Yes. It was quite a good thread. I think that the IbanezJem character was a little overdone. I've got three of 'em down by the bin, and the dustmen won't touch 'em! Well speaking as a member of the Stock Exchange I would suck their brains out with a straw, sell the widows and orphans and go into South American Zinc. In Geneva, officials of TRF met with Herr Voleschtadt of Poland to discuss non-returnable loans on a twelve-year trust basis for the construction of a new zinc-treating works in the Omsk area of Krakow, near the Bulestan border. Smolensk. 200 miles east of Minsk. 200 north of Kursk. 1500 miles west of Omsk. Shut up! This is a hold-up, not a (geography) lesson. :bang bang: I think being illegal makes it more exciting. I mean, if you're going to go straight you might as well be a vicar or something.

Then he smashed Ireland, set up the Commonwealth (and more), he crushed the Scots at Worcester and beat the Dutch at sea, in 1653. But what do we really know of this tortured ponce? Then he smashed Ireland, set up the Commonwealth (and more), he crushed the Scots at Worcester and beat the Dutch at sea, in 1653. But what do we really know of this tortured ponce? his best friend is a tree, and in his spare time he's a stockbroker What, that tree there? The big beech with the sort of bare branch coming out of the top left. :hi: It's almost incredible isn't it, to think that this huge tree has walked over two thousand miles across this inhospitable terrain to stop here, maybe just to take in water before the two thousand miles on to Cape Town, where it lives. It's almost unimaginable, I find - the thought of this mighty tree strolling through Nigeria, perhaps swaggering a little as it crosses the border into Zaire, hopping through the tropical rain forests, trying to find a quiet grove where it could jump around on its own, sprinting up to Zambia for the afternoon... You're really interested in silly walks, aren't you? And there's Ibanez's mate, Bruce Beer... :cheers: :cheers: New Bruce will be teaching political science - Machiavelli, Bentham, Locke, Hobbes, Sutcliffe, Bradman, Lindwall, Miller, Hassett, and Benet. Excuse me, is the Third Test in this thread? Yes. It was quite a good thread. I think that the IbanezJem character was a little overdone. I've got three of 'em down by the bin, and the dustmen won't touch 'em! Well speaking as a member of the Stock Exchange I would suck their brains out with a straw, sell the widows and orphans and go into South American Zinc. In Geneva, officials of TRF met with Herr Voleschtadt of Poland to discuss non-returnable loans on a twelve-year trust basis for the construction of a new zinc-treating works in the Omsk area of Krakow, near the Bulestan border. Smolensk. 200 miles east of Minsk. 200 north of Kursk. 1500 miles west of Omsk.

Then he smashed Ireland, set up the Commonwealth (and more), he crushed the Scots at Worcester and beat the Dutch at sea, in 1653. But what do we really know of this tortured ponce? Then he smashed Ireland, set up the Commonwealth (and more), he crushed the Scots at Worcester and beat the Dutch at sea, in 1653. But what do we really know of this tortured ponce? his best friend is a tree, and in his spare time he's a stockbroker What, that tree there? The big beech with the sort of bare branch coming out of the top left. :hi: It's almost incredible isn't it, to think that this huge tree has walked over two thousand miles across this inhospitable terrain to stop here, maybe just to take in water before the two thousand miles on to Cape Town, where it lives. It's almost unimaginable, I find - the thought of this mighty tree strolling through Nigeria, perhaps swaggering a little as it crosses the border into Zaire, hopping through the tropical rain forests, trying to find a quiet grove where it could jump around on its own, sprinting up to Zambia for the afternoon... You're really interested in silly walks, aren't you? And there's Ibanez's mate, Bruce Beer... :cheers: :cheers: New Bruce will be teaching political science - Machiavelli, Bentham, Locke, Hobbes, Sutcliffe, Bradman, Lindwall, Miller, Hassett, and Benet. Excuse me, is the Third Test in this thread? Yes. It was quite a good thread. I think that the IbanezJem character was a little overdone. I've got three of 'em down by the bin, and the dustmen won't touch 'em! Well speaking as a member of the Stock Exchange I would suck their brains out with a straw, sell the widows and orphans and go into South American Zinc.

Then he smashed Ireland, set up the Commonwealth (and more), he crushed the Scots at Worcester and beat the Dutch at sea, in 1653. But what do we really know of this tortured ponce? Then he smashed Ireland, set up the Commonwealth (and more), he crushed the Scots at Worcester and beat the Dutch at sea, in 1653. But what do we really know of this tortured ponce? his best friend is a tree, and in his spare time he's a stockbroker What, that tree there? The big beech with the sort of bare branch coming out of the top left. :hi: It's almost incredible isn't it, to think that this huge tree has walked over two thousand miles across this inhospitable terrain to stop here, maybe just to take in water before the two thousand miles on to Cape Town, where it lives. It's almost unimaginable, I find - the thought of this mighty tree strolling through Nigeria, perhaps swaggering a little as it crosses the border into Zaire, hopping through the tropical rain forests, trying to find a quiet grove where it could jump around on its own, sprinting up to Zambia for the afternoon... You're really interested in silly walks, aren't you? And there's Ibanez's mate, Bruce Beer... :cheers: :cheers: New Bruce will be teaching political science - Machiavelli, Bentham, Locke, Hobbes, Sutcliffe, Bradman, Lindwall, Miller, Hassett, and Benet. Excuse me, is the Third Test in this thread? Yes. It was quite a good thread. I think that the IbanezJem character was a little overdone.

Then he smashed Ireland, set up the Commonwealth (and more), he crushed the Scots at Worcester and beat the Dutch at sea, in 1653. But what do we really know of this tortured ponce? Then he smashed Ireland, set up the Commonwealth (and more), he crushed the Scots at Worcester and beat the Dutch at sea, in 1653. But what do we really know of this tortured ponce? his best friend is a tree, and in his spare time he's a stockbroker What, that tree there? The big beech with the sort of bare branch coming out of the top left. :hi: It's almost incredible isn't it, to think that this huge tree has walked over two thousand miles across this inhospitable terrain to stop here, maybe just to take in water before the two thousand miles on to Cape Town, where it lives. It's almost unimaginable, I find - the thought of this mighty tree strolling through Nigeria, perhaps swaggering a little as it crosses the border into Zaire, hopping through the tropical rain forests, trying to find a quiet grove where it could jump around on its own, sprinting up to Zambia for the afternoon... You're really interested in silly walks, aren't you? And there's Ibanez's mate, Bruce Beer... :cheers: :cheers: New Bruce will be teaching political science - Machiavelli, Bentham, Locke, Hobbes, Sutcliffe, Bradman, Lindwall, Miller, Hassett, and Benet.

Then he smashed Ireland, set up the Commonwealth (and more), he crushed the Scots at Worcester and beat the Dutch at sea, in 1653. But what do we really know of this tortured ponce? Then he smashed Ireland, set up the Commonwealth (and more), he crushed the Scots at Worcester and beat the Dutch at sea, in 1653. But what do we really know of this tortured ponce? his best friend is a tree, and in his spare time he's a stockbroker What, that tree there? The big beech with the sort of bare branch coming out of the top left. :hi: It's almost incredible isn't it, to think that this huge tree has walked over two thousand miles across this inhospitable terrain to stop here, maybe just to take in water before the two thousand miles on to Cape Town, where it lives. It's almost unimaginable, I find - the thought of this mighty tree strolling through Nigeria, perhaps swaggering a little as it crosses the border into Zaire, hopping through the tropical rain forests, trying to find a quiet grove where it could jump around on its own, sprinting up to Zambia for the afternoon... You're really interested in silly walks, aren't you?

Then he smashed Ireland, set up the Commonwealth (and more), he crushed the Scots at Worcester and beat the Dutch at sea, in 1653. But what do we really know of this tortured ponce? Then he smashed Ireland, set up the Commonwealth (and more), he crushed the Scots at Worcester and beat the Dutch at sea, in 1653. But what do we really know of this tortured ponce? his best friend is a tree, and in his spare time he's a stockbroker

However, what is more interesting, er...is the "New World Women's" er...sex life. :drool: Oh oh... the glorious name of TRF is besmirched, all is lost. Oh alas the day. I'm sorry, but IbanezJem has become pretentious. I will say in his defense that he has suffered ... .. a stirring story of love and war, violence and chivalry, set midst the pageantry and splendour of thirteenth-century England. I still can't see it. You inhabit arid sub-tropical zones and wear spectacles. That's it. blackhawkrush is in Africa. As many lions as we need. All right. Cut the haggling. I start at two thousand. We close about eighteen hundred. no, make it fair, the briefcase and the umbrella and the two pens in your breast pocket and the chair's yours and a fiver and a pair of ex-German U-boat commander's binoculars. The Second World War has now entered a sentimental stage. The morning on the Ardennes Front, the Germans started spooning at dawn, but the British Fifth Army responded by gazing deep in their eyes, and the Germans are reported to have gone 'all coy'. Don't come the brigadier bit with us, dear, we all know where you've been, you military fairy. Whoops, don't look now girls the major's just minced in with that dolly colour sergeant, two, three, ooh-ho! And that's the final entry. La derniere entrée. Das final entry. And now, guten abend. Das scores. The scores. Les scores... :hug2: A tie! Well what a fantastic result. Well the replay will start tomorrow at 7.30 a.m. Well ... "good morning dear, what is in no time to lose?" Well, it's five past nine and nearly time for six past nine Good Lord, is that the time? Oh my goodness, I must close for lunch! :burger: :drool: :burger: Drop your panties, Sir blackhawkrush, I cannot wait till lunchtime. Who's got a boil on the bum... boil on the botty. It's hot enough to boil a monkey's bum

However, what is more interesting, er...is the "New World Women's" er...sex life. :drool: Oh oh... the glorious name of TRF is besmirched, all is lost. Oh alas the day. I'm sorry, but IbanezJem has become pretentious. I will say in his defense that he has suffered ... .. a stirring story of love and war, violence and chivalry, set midst the pageantry and splendour of thirteenth-century England. I still can't see it. You inhabit arid sub-tropical zones and wear spectacles. That's it. blackhawkrush is in Africa. As many lions as we need. All right. Cut the haggling. I start at two thousand. We close about eighteen hundred. no, make it fair, the briefcase and the umbrella and the two pens in your breast pocket and the chair's yours and a fiver and a pair of ex-German U-boat commander's binoculars. The Second World War has now entered a sentimental stage. The morning on the Ardennes Front, the Germans started spooning at dawn, but the British Fifth Army responded by gazing deep in their eyes, and the Germans are reported to have gone 'all coy'. Don't come the brigadier bit with us, dear, we all know where you've been, you military fairy. Whoops, don't look now girls the major's just minced in with that dolly colour sergeant, two, three, ooh-ho! And that's the final entry. La derniere entrée. Das final entry. And now, guten abend. Das scores. The scores. Les scores... :hug2: A tie! Well what a fantastic result. Well the replay will start tomorrow at 7.30 a.m. Well ... "good morning dear, what is in no time to lose?" Well, it's five past nine and nearly time for six past nine Good Lord, is that the time? Oh my goodness, I must close for lunch! :burger: :drool: :burger: Drop your panties, Sir blackhawkrush, I cannot wait till lunchtime.

However, what is more interesting, er...is the "New World Women's" er...sex life. :drool: Oh oh... the glorious name of TRF is besmirched, all is lost. Oh alas the day. I'm sorry, but IbanezJem has become pretentious. I will say in his defense that he has suffered ... .. a stirring story of love and war, violence and chivalry, set midst the pageantry and splendour of thirteenth-century England. I still can't see it. You inhabit arid sub-tropical zones and wear spectacles. That's it. blackhawkrush is in Africa. As many lions as we need. All right. Cut the haggling. I start at two thousand. We close about eighteen hundred. no, make it fair, the briefcase and the umbrella and the two pens in your breast pocket and the chair's yours and a fiver and a pair of ex-German U-boat commander's binoculars. The Second World War has now entered a sentimental stage. The morning on the Ardennes Front, the Germans started spooning at dawn, but the British Fifth Army responded by gazing deep in their eyes, and the Germans are reported to have gone 'all coy'. Don't come the brigadier bit with us, dear, we all know where you've been, you military fairy. Whoops, don't look now girls the major's just minced in with that dolly colour sergeant, two, three, ooh-ho! And that's the final entry. La derniere entrée. Das final entry. And now, guten abend. Das scores. The scores. Les scores... :hug2: A tie! Well what a fantastic result. Well the replay will start tomorrow at 7.30 a.m. Well ... "good morning dear, what is in no time to lose?" Well, it's five past nine and nearly time for six past nine

Happy Anniversary Lorraine

However, what is more interesting, er...is the "New World Women's" er...sex life. :drool: Oh oh... the glorious name of TRF is besmirched, all is lost. Oh alas the day. I'm sorry, but IbanezJem has become pretentious. I will say in his defense that he has suffered ... .. a stirring story of love and war, violence and chivalry, set midst the pageantry and splendour of thirteenth-century England. I still can't see it. You inhabit arid sub-tropical zones and wear spectacles. That's it. blackhawkrush is in Africa. As many lions as we need. All right. Cut the haggling. I start at two thousand. We close about eighteen hundred. no, make it fair, the briefcase and the umbrella and the two pens in your breast pocket and the chair's yours and a fiver and a pair of ex-German U-boat commander's binoculars. The Second World War has now entered a sentimental stage. The morning on the Ardennes Front, the Germans started spooning at dawn, but the British Fifth Army responded by gazing deep in their eyes, and the Germans are reported to have gone 'all coy'. Don't come the brigadier bit with us, dear, we all know where you've been, you military fairy. Whoops, don't look now girls the major's just minced in with that dolly colour sergeant, two, three, ooh-ho! And that's the final entry. La derniere entrée. Das final entry. And now, guten abend. Das scores. The scores. Les scores... :hug2: A tie! Well what a fantastic result. Well the replay will start tomorrow at 7.30 a.m.

However, what is more interesting, er...is the "New World Women's" er...sex life. :drool: Oh oh... the glorious name of TRF is besmirched, all is lost. Oh alas the day. I'm sorry, but IbanezJem has become pretentious. I will say in his defense that he has suffered ... .. a stirring story of love and war, violence and chivalry, set midst the pageantry and splendour of thirteenth-century England. I still can't see it. You inhabit arid sub-tropical zones and wear spectacles. That's it. blackhawkrush is in Africa. As many lions as we need. All right. Cut the haggling. I start at two thousand. We close about eighteen hundred. no, make it fair, the briefcase and the umbrella and the two pens in your breast pocket and the chair's yours and a fiver and a pair of ex-German U-boat commander's binoculars. The Second World War has now entered a sentimental stage. The morning on the Ardennes Front, the Germans started spooning at dawn, but the British Fifth Army responded by gazing deep in their eyes, and the Germans are reported to have gone 'all coy'. Don't come the brigadier bit with us, dear, we all know where you've been, you military fairy. Whoops, don't look now girls the major's just minced in with that dolly colour sergeant, two, three, ooh-ho!