blackhawkrush

Because Drake was too clever for the German fleet. :atickhum: The German casualties were appalling. :laughing yellow guy: :LMAO: :laughing guy: :joker: :LOLsign: :rfl: But the treatment does work with some people. This chap came to us straight from the Chichester Festival; we operated just in time, and now he's almost normal. You are Sandy Camp, the actor? :blink: Acting on a hunch I spent several months in Buenos Aires as Blind Pew, returning through the Panama Canal as Ratty, in 'Toad of Toad Hall'. Those who were left alive at the end got their money back. :ebert:

Because Drake was too clever for the German fleet. :atickhum: The German casualties were appalling. :laughing yellow guy: :LMAO: :laughing guy: :joker: :LOLsign: :rfl: But the treatment does work with some people. This chap came to us straight from the Chichester Festival; we operated just in time, and now he's almost normal. You are Sandy Camp, the actor? :blink:

Because Drake was too clever for the German fleet. :atickhum:

We did think once of having it changed by deed-poll, you know - to Watson or something like that. But A Snivelling Little Rat-Faced Watson's just as bad eh? And now it's Pratt...back to Pratt...Pratt again...a long ball to Pratt... :bump: A superb shot of no kind whatsoever. I well remember Plum Warner leaving a very similar ball alone in 1732. This is of course symptomatic of a new breed of footballer as it is indeed symptomatic of your whole genre of player, is it not? I told you. We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the week. But soon this quiet pattern of life was to change irrevocably. The commonplace routine of a typical Monday morning would never be the same. :givebeer: I'm afraid 73 got rather badly bitten during the night. Tell the surgeon to attend the admins that can be saved. He can do little for 73, I fear. :| Don't worry, 73, you're among friends now, sir. Mr Your_Lion, Mr Blackhawk. These are our fitters, sir. We've had a lot of experience in this field and we do pride ourselves we offer the best and most discreet service available. I don't know whether you'll believe this sir, but one of us is actually wearing a toupee at this moment... You bastards! You vicious heartless bastards! Look what you've done to him! He's worked his fingers to the bone to make this place what it is! And you come in here with your petty, vicious, heartless quibbling, and you grind him into the dirt! Me? No. I'm just a poor old man. I have no time for law-breakers. My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent. But Mr IbanezJem Superman has a secret identity. When trouble strikes at any time, at any place, he is ready to become... Bicycle Repair Man! Miss Meow of North Walsham in Mexico became the first woman to cross the Atlantic on a tricycle. Her tricycle, specially adapted for the crossing, was ninety feet long, with a protective steel hull, three funnels, seventeen first-class cabins and a radar scanner. On the 23rd, Miss Meow set out from 'Abide-A-Wee', watched by a crowd of local well-wishers. :hi: We are from SS Mother Goose. We were twelve days out from Port of Spain, and one night I was doing my usual rounds, when I had occasion to pass the forward storage lockers...well, I noticed something unusual, the main bilge hatches had been opened and there, crouching amidst the scuppers was the most ghastly creature I'd ever seen in my life. Mrs. Scum, the lady who 'does' for Mrs. Entrail. :outtahere: We was talking, we was not snogging! :sarcastic: Yes, but it isn't just saying 'no, it isn't'. :huh: If you complain nothing happens, you might as well not bother. Oh, you never know till you try. Look at Mrs. Your_Lion's son next door... :16ton:

We did think once of having it changed by deed-poll, you know - to Watson or something like that. But A Snivelling Little Rat-Faced Watson's just as bad eh? And now it's Pratt...back to Pratt...Pratt again...a long ball to Pratt... :bump: A superb shot of no kind whatsoever. I well remember Plum Warner leaving a very similar ball alone in 1732. This is of course symptomatic of a new breed of footballer as it is indeed symptomatic of your whole genre of player, is it not? I told you. We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the week. But soon this quiet pattern of life was to change irrevocably. The commonplace routine of a typical Monday morning would never be the same. :givebeer: I'm afraid 73 got rather badly bitten during the night. Tell the surgeon to attend the admins that can be saved. He can do little for 73, I fear. :| Don't worry, 73, you're among friends now, sir. Mr Your_Lion, Mr Blackhawk. These are our fitters, sir. We've had a lot of experience in this field and we do pride ourselves we offer the best and most discreet service available. I don't know whether you'll believe this sir, but one of us is actually wearing a toupee at this moment... You bastards! You vicious heartless bastards! Look what you've done to him! He's worked his fingers to the bone to make this place what it is! And you come in here with your petty, vicious, heartless quibbling, and you grind him into the dirt! Me? No. I'm just a poor old man. I have no time for law-breakers. My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent. But Mr IbanezJem Superman has a secret identity. When trouble strikes at any time, at any place, he is ready to become... Bicycle Repair Man! Miss Meow of North Walsham in Mexico became the first woman to cross the Atlantic on a tricycle. Her tricycle, specially adapted for the crossing, was ninety feet long, with a protective steel hull, three funnels, seventeen first-class cabins and a radar scanner. On the 23rd, Miss Meow set out from 'Abide-A-Wee', watched by a crowd of local well-wishers. :hi: We are from SS Mother Goose. We were twelve days out from Port of Spain, and one night I was doing my usual rounds, when I had occasion to pass the forward storage lockers...well, I noticed something unusual, the main bilge hatches had been opened and there, crouching amidst the scuppers was the most ghastly creature I'd ever seen in my life. Mrs. Scum, the lady who 'does' for Mrs. Entrail. :outtahere: We was talking, we was not snogging! :sarcastic: Yes, but it isn't just saying 'no, it isn't'. :huh:

We did think once of having it changed by deed-poll, you know - to Watson or something like that. But A Snivelling Little Rat-Faced Watson's just as bad eh? And now it's Pratt...back to Pratt...Pratt again...a long ball to Pratt... :bump: A superb shot of no kind whatsoever. I well remember Plum Warner leaving a very similar ball alone in 1732. This is of course symptomatic of a new breed of footballer as it is indeed symptomatic of your whole genre of player, is it not? I told you. We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the week. But soon this quiet pattern of life was to change irrevocably. The commonplace routine of a typical Monday morning would never be the same. :givebeer: I'm afraid 73 got rather badly bitten during the night. Tell the surgeon to attend the admins that can be saved. He can do little for 73, I fear. :| Don't worry, 73, you're among friends now, sir. Mr Your_Lion, Mr Blackhawk. These are our fitters, sir. We've had a lot of experience in this field and we do pride ourselves we offer the best and most discreet service available. I don't know whether you'll believe this sir, but one of us is actually wearing a toupee at this moment... You bastards! You vicious heartless bastards! Look what you've done to him! He's worked his fingers to the bone to make this place what it is! And you come in here with your petty, vicious, heartless quibbling, and you grind him into the dirt! Me? No. I'm just a poor old man. I have no time for law-breakers. My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent. But Mr IbanezJem Superman has a secret identity. When trouble strikes at any time, at any place, he is ready to become... Bicycle Repair Man! Miss Meow of North Walsham in Mexico became the first woman to cross the Atlantic on a tricycle. Her tricycle, specially adapted for the crossing, was ninety feet long, with a protective steel hull, three funnels, seventeen first-class cabins and a radar scanner. On the 23rd, Miss Meow set out from 'Abide-A-Wee', watched by a crowd of local well-wishers. :hi: We are from SS Mother Goose. We were twelve days out from Port of Spain, and one night I was doing my usual rounds, when I had occasion to pass the forward storage lockers...well, I noticed something unusual, the main bilge hatches had been opened and there, crouching amidst the scuppers was the most ghastly creature I'd ever seen in my life. Mrs. Scum, the lady who 'does' for Mrs. Entrail. :outtahere:

We did think once of having it changed by deed-poll, you know - to Watson or something like that. But A Snivelling Little Rat-Faced Watson's just as bad eh? And now it's Pratt...back to Pratt...Pratt again...a long ball to Pratt... :bump: A superb shot of no kind whatsoever. I well remember Plum Warner leaving a very similar ball alone in 1732. This is of course symptomatic of a new breed of footballer as it is indeed symptomatic of your whole genre of player, is it not? I told you. We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the week. But soon this quiet pattern of life was to change irrevocably. The commonplace routine of a typical Monday morning would never be the same. :givebeer: I'm afraid 73 got rather badly bitten during the night. Tell the surgeon to attend the admins that can be saved. He can do little for 73, I fear. :| Don't worry, 73, you're among friends now, sir. Mr Your_Lion, Mr Blackhawk. These are our fitters, sir. We've had a lot of experience in this field and we do pride ourselves we offer the best and most discreet service available. I don't know whether you'll believe this sir, but one of us is actually wearing a toupee at this moment... You bastards! You vicious heartless bastards! Look what you've done to him! He's worked his fingers to the bone to make this place what it is! And you come in here with your petty, vicious, heartless quibbling, and you grind him into the dirt! Me? No. I'm just a poor old man. I have no time for law-breakers. My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent. But Mr IbanezJem Superman has a secret identity. When trouble strikes at any time, at any place, he is ready to become... Bicycle Repair Man! Miss Meow of North Walsham in Mexico became the first woman to cross the Atlantic on a tricycle. Her tricycle, specially adapted for the crossing, was ninety feet long, with a protective steel hull, three funnels, seventeen first-class cabins and a radar scanner. On the 23rd, Miss Meow set out from 'Abide-A-Wee', watched by a crowd of local well-wishers. :hi:

We did think once of having it changed by deed-poll, you know - to Watson or something like that. But A Snivelling Little Rat-Faced Watson's just as bad eh? And now it's Pratt...back to Pratt...Pratt again...a long ball to Pratt... :bump: A superb shot of no kind whatsoever. I well remember Plum Warner leaving a very similar ball alone in 1732. This is of course symptomatic of a new breed of footballer as it is indeed symptomatic of your whole genre of player, is it not? I told you. We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the week. But soon this quiet pattern of life was to change irrevocably. The commonplace routine of a typical Monday morning would never be the same. :givebeer: I'm afraid 73 got rather badly bitten during the night. Tell the surgeon to attend the admins that can be saved. He can do little for 73, I fear. :|

We did think once of having it changed by deed-poll, you know - to Watson or something like that. But A Snivelling Little Rat-Faced Watson's just as bad eh? And now it's Pratt...back to Pratt...Pratt again...a long ball to Pratt... :bump: A superb shot of no kind whatsoever. I well remember Plum Warner leaving a very similar ball alone in 1732. This is of course symptomatic of a new breed of footballer as it is indeed symptomatic of your whole genre of player, is it not? I told you. We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the week. But soon this quiet pattern of life was to change irrevocably. The commonplace routine of a typical Monday morning would never be the same. :givebeer:

We did think once of having it changed by deed-poll, you know - to Watson or something like that. But A Snivelling Little Rat-Faced Watson's just as bad eh? And now it's Pratt...back to Pratt...Pratt again...a long ball to Pratt... :bump:

Er, yes. That was when I was married to the wrong one. I didn't like the colour. This is the one I want to have, so if you could just change the forms round I can take this one back with me now. And are you still intending to purchase this second shed? Oh, right away sport. Right away... you know... I haven't had it for weeks... :drool: Well, I'll ask him, but I don't think he'll be very keen. Uh, he's already got one, you see? The entire Norwich City Council? :D-13: :moose: :smoke: :clap: :banana: I'm not having my house filled with filthy perverts, now look, I'm giving you just half a minute then I'm going to call the police, so get out. :rage: ..but they're good people, and they're kind people, and together we were beginning to get over this dark patch. There was light at the end of the tunnel... now this... now this! Yes, I thought most places took Barclaycard nowadays. :huh: Certainly. Hat sales have increased, but not pari passu... What's this, then? 'People called Romanes they go the house'? :bitchslap: Ah ... you're an Italian. Well in that case you would say: 'Sono Italiano di Napoli'. :) All wight. I will give you one more chance. This time, I want to hear no 'Weuben's, no 'Weginald's, no 'Wudolph the Wed-nosed Weindeer's,... So Beethoven was rather glad when he went deaf. :ebert: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. It's truly a real honourable experience to be here this evening, a very wonderful and warm and emotional moment for all of us, and I'd like to sing a song for all... of you. I'm just a jack in a box, I know whenever love knocks... :banghead: If... she.. weighs the same as a duck, she's made of wood. You know, it's a funny thing, dear...all the naughty words sound woody. The Giant Redwood, the Larch, the Fir, the mighty Scots Pine. The smell of fresh-cut timber! The crash of mighty trees! :goodone: In a few moments, 'It's a Tree', and in the chair as usual is Arthur Tree, and starring in the show will be a host of star guests as his guest stars.

Er, yes. That was when I was married to the wrong one. I didn't like the colour. This is the one I want to have, so if you could just change the forms round I can take this one back with me now. And are you still intending to purchase this second shed? Oh, right away sport. Right away... you know... I haven't had it for weeks... :drool: Well, I'll ask him, but I don't think he'll be very keen. Uh, he's already got one, you see? The entire Norwich City Council? :D-13: :moose: :smoke: :clap: :banana: I'm not having my house filled with filthy perverts, now look, I'm giving you just half a minute then I'm going to call the police, so get out. :rage: ..but they're good people, and they're kind people, and together we were beginning to get over this dark patch. There was light at the end of the tunnel... now this... now this! Yes, I thought most places took Barclaycard nowadays. :huh: Certainly. Hat sales have increased, but not pari passu... What's this, then? 'People called Romanes they go the house'? :bitchslap: Ah ... you're an Italian. Well in that case you would say: 'Sono Italiano di Napoli'. :) All wight. I will give you one more chance. This time, I want to hear no 'Weuben's, no 'Weginald's, no 'Wudolph the Wed-nosed Weindeer's,... So Beethoven was rather glad when he went deaf. :ebert: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. It's truly a real honourable experience to be here this evening, a very wonderful and warm and emotional moment for all of us, and I'd like to sing a song for all... of you. I'm just a jack in a box, I know whenever love knocks... :banghead:

Er, yes. That was when I was married to the wrong one. I didn't like the colour. This is the one I want to have, so if you could just change the forms round I can take this one back with me now. And are you still intending to purchase this second shed? Oh, right away sport. Right away... you know... I haven't had it for weeks... :drool: Well, I'll ask him, but I don't think he'll be very keen. Uh, he's already got one, you see? The entire Norwich City Council? :D-13: :moose: :smoke: :clap: :banana: I'm not having my house filled with filthy perverts, now look, I'm giving you just half a minute then I'm going to call the police, so get out. :rage: ..but they're good people, and they're kind people, and together we were beginning to get over this dark patch. There was light at the end of the tunnel... now this... now this! Yes, I thought most places took Barclaycard nowadays. :huh: Certainly. Hat sales have increased, but not pari passu... What's this, then? 'People called Romanes they go the house'? :bitchslap: Ah ... you're an Italian. Well in that case you would say: 'Sono Italiano di Napoli'. :) All wight. I will give you one more chance. This time, I want to hear no 'Weuben's, no 'Weginald's, no 'Wudolph the Wed-nosed Weindeer's,... So Beethoven was rather glad when he went deaf. :ebert:

Er, yes. That was when I was married to the wrong one. I didn't like the colour. This is the one I want to have, so if you could just change the forms round I can take this one back with me now. And are you still intending to purchase this second shed? Oh, right away sport. Right away... you know... I haven't had it for weeks... :drool: Well, I'll ask him, but I don't think he'll be very keen. Uh, he's already got one, you see? The entire Norwich City Council? :D-13: :moose: :smoke: :clap: :banana: I'm not having my house filled with filthy perverts, now look, I'm giving you just half a minute then I'm going to call the police, so get out. :rage: ..but they're good people, and they're kind people, and together we were beginning to get over this dark patch. There was light at the end of the tunnel... now this... now this! Yes, I thought most places took Barclaycard nowadays. :huh: Certainly. Hat sales have increased, but not pari passu... What's this, then? 'People called Romanes they go the house'? :bitchslap:

Er, yes. That was when I was married to the wrong one. I didn't like the colour. This is the one I want to have, so if you could just change the forms round I can take this one back with me now. And are you still intending to purchase this second shed? Oh, right away sport. Right away... you know... I haven't had it for weeks... :drool: Well, I'll ask him, but I don't think he'll be very keen. Uh, he's already got one, you see? The entire Norwich City Council? :D-13: :moose: :smoke: :clap: :banana: I'm not having my house filled with filthy perverts, now look, I'm giving you just half a minute then I'm going to call the police, so get out. :rage: ..but they're good people, and they're kind people, and together we were beginning to get over this dark patch. There was light at the end of the tunnel... now this... now this! Yes, I thought most places took Barclaycard nowadays. :huh:

Er, yes. That was when I was married to the wrong one. I didn't like the colour. This is the one I want to have, so if you could just change the forms round I can take this one back with me now. And are you still intending to purchase this second shed? Oh, right away sport. Right away... you know... I haven't had it for weeks... :drool: Well, I'll ask him, but I don't think he'll be very keen. Uh, he's already got one, you see? The entire Norwich City Council? :D-13: :moose: :smoke: :clap: :banana:

I have just won a Kellogg's Corn Flake Competition. :hi: Try having an omelette for your evening meal... perhaps with yogurt and grapefruit. How do you know so much about cycling? :notworthy: Well, I can explain. I was in the forest, um, riding north from Camelot, when I got this note, you see - "Go away you silly little bleeder. I am having another man. :whipgirl: :moon: Love, Bat." Away away varletesses! The beds here are warm and soft, and very, very big. Yes, sir. Sixty feet wide. :drool: Every morning at his little three-room semi in Chicago, blackhawkrush gets up at three o'clock ...and goes back to bed again because it's far too early. I got up at five o'clock, I made myself a cup of tea, I looked out of the window. Well, by then I was so worn out I had to come and have a sit down. I've been here for seven hours. Your condition is typified by total physical inertia, absence of interest in your ambience - what we Vets call "environment" - failure to respond to the conventional external stimuli - a ball of string, a nice juicy mouse, a bird. :drool: Come on little birdies ... tweety tweety ... oooh look at this ... tweet tweet ... ooohhh nice one ... come on little birdies ... :o Stop it, stop him someone. Oh my God! Oh, don't grovel! One thing I can't stand, it's people groveling. Och, you're a stupid man, Angus Podgorny. Well, nowadays a really blithering idiot can make anything up to ten thousand pounds a year. :cool: Aw, I think it's worth the extra five bob for the brain. I'll give them a ring. Er, no, wrong number I'm afraid, this is a psychiatrist speaking. :joker:

I have just won a Kellogg's Corn Flake Competition. :hi: Try having an omelette for your evening meal... perhaps with yogurt and grapefruit. How do you know so much about cycling? :notworthy: Well, I can explain. I was in the forest, um, riding north from Camelot, when I got this note, you see - "Go away you silly little bleeder. I am having another man. :whipgirl: :moon: Love, Bat." Away away varletesses! The beds here are warm and soft, and very, very big. Yes, sir. Sixty feet wide. :drool: Every morning at his little three-room semi in Chicago, blackhawkrush gets up at three o'clock ...and goes back to bed again because it's far too early. I got up at five o'clock, I made myself a cup of tea, I looked out of the window. Well, by then I was so worn out I had to come and have a sit down. I've been here for seven hours. Your condition is typified by total physical inertia, absence of interest in your ambience - what we Vets call "environment" - failure to respond to the conventional external stimuli - a ball of string, a nice juicy mouse, a bird. :drool: Come on little birdies ... tweety tweety ... oooh look at this ... tweet tweet ... ooohhh nice one ... come on little birdies ... :o Stop it, stop him someone. Oh my God! Oh, don't grovel! One thing I can't stand, it's people groveling. Och, you're a stupid man, Angus Podgorny. Well, nowadays a really blithering idiot can make anything up to ten thousand pounds a year. :cool:

I have just won a Kellogg's Corn Flake Competition. :hi: Try having an omelette for your evening meal... perhaps with yogurt and grapefruit. How do you know so much about cycling? :notworthy: Well, I can explain. I was in the forest, um, riding north from Camelot, when I got this note, you see - "Go away you silly little bleeder. I am having another man. :whipgirl: :moon: Love, Bat." Away away varletesses! The beds here are warm and soft, and very, very big. Yes, sir. Sixty feet wide. :drool: Every morning at his little three-room semi in Chicago, blackhawkrush gets up at three o'clock ...and goes back to bed again because it's far too early. I got up at five o'clock, I made myself a cup of tea, I looked out of the window. Well, by then I was so worn out I had to come and have a sit down. I've been here for seven hours. Your condition is typified by total physical inertia, absence of interest in your ambience - what we Vets call "environment" - failure to respond to the conventional external stimuli - a ball of string, a nice juicy mouse, a bird. :drool: Come on little birdies ... tweety tweety ... oooh look at this ... tweet tweet ... ooohhh nice one ... come on little birdies ... :o Stop it, stop him someone. Oh my God!

I have just won a Kellogg's Corn Flake Competition. :hi: Try having an omelette for your evening meal... perhaps with yogurt and grapefruit. How do you know so much about cycling? :notworthy: Well, I can explain. I was in the forest, um, riding north from Camelot, when I got this note, you see - "Go away you silly little bleeder. I am having another man. :whipgirl: :moon: Love, Bat." Away away varletesses! The beds here are warm and soft, and very, very big. Yes, sir. Sixty feet wide. :drool:

I have just won a Kellogg's Corn Flake Competition. :hi: Try having an omelette for your evening meal... perhaps with yogurt and grapefruit. How do you know so much about cycling? :notworthy: Well, I can explain. I was in the forest, um, riding north from Camelot, when I got this note, you see - "Go away you silly little bleeder. I am having another man. :whipgirl: :moon: Love, Bat."

I have just won a Kellogg's Corn Flake Competition. :hi: Try having an omelette for your evening meal... perhaps with yogurt and grapefruit. How do you know so much about cycling? :notworthy:

I have just won a Kellogg's Corn Flake Competition. :hi:

Well, he's having a lot of mental difficulties with his breakfasts, but this is temporary, caused by a small particle of brain in his skull, and once we've removed that he'll be perfectly all right. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Here is a brown paper bag I have found on the premises. I must confiscate this, sir, and take it with me for clinical examination. :P Bet that's a link, ma'am. ;) Now here is a time check. It's six and a half minutes to the big green thing. :yay: Have you got an alarm clock in there, sir? Sounded a bit like an alarm going off. He's deaf as - dea - deaf as a p- p- post, sir. Fourth word, three syllables. First syllable...Ear? :facepalm: Yes, yes, it is indeed. You're on your way to the lounge suite, Karl. I think I'd be happier with a bugged one. :wub: Oh, here we are, Number 25.... Flat 1, Duke and Duchess of Windsor, Flat 2, Yves Montand, Flat 3, Jacques Cousteau, Flat 4, Jean Genet and Friend, Flat 5, Maurice Laroux... Are you proposing to slaughter our tenants? :16ton: :16ton: :16ton: :16ton: :16ton: Well, I do feel a bit peckish. I hope you're going to enjoy me this evening. I'm the special. Try me with some rice. :hi: Armpits rallied well after a poor start. Nipples rose dramatically during the morning but had declined by mid-afternoon, while teeth clenched and buttocks remained firm. There is nothing embarrassing or nasty about the human body...except for the intestines and bits of the bottom. Excellent. Right. I want you to go along to see the wife. Give her a full examination, and let me know the results by the end of break. And don't pick your nose! Better keep listening. Might be a bit about "Blessed are the big noses". :atickhum: No, no really, we're just not religious thank you. A lot of religions - no names no pack drill - do go for the poorer type of person - face it, there's more of 'em - poor people, thieves, villains, poor people without no money at all - well we don't have none of that. Rich people and crumpet over sixteen can enter free: upper middle class quite welcome; lower middle class not under five grand a year. Lower class - I can't touch it. There's no return on it, you see. I've got forty thousand French francs in my fridge. :cool:

Well, he's having a lot of mental difficulties with his breakfasts, but this is temporary, caused by a small particle of brain in his skull, and once we've removed that he'll be perfectly all right. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Here is a brown paper bag I have found on the premises. I must confiscate this, sir, and take it with me for clinical examination. :P Bet that's a link, ma'am. ;) Now here is a time check. It's six and a half minutes to the big green thing. :yay: Have you got an alarm clock in there, sir? Sounded a bit like an alarm going off. He's deaf as - dea - deaf as a p- p- post, sir. Fourth word, three syllables. First syllable...Ear? :facepalm: Yes, yes, it is indeed. You're on your way to the lounge suite, Karl. I think I'd be happier with a bugged one. :wub: Oh, here we are, Number 25.... Flat 1, Duke and Duchess of Windsor, Flat 2, Yves Montand, Flat 3, Jacques Cousteau, Flat 4, Jean Genet and Friend, Flat 5, Maurice Laroux... Are you proposing to slaughter our tenants? :16ton: :16ton: :16ton: :16ton: :16ton: Well, I do feel a bit peckish. I hope you're going to enjoy me this evening. I'm the special. Try me with some rice. :hi: Armpits rallied well after a poor start. Nipples rose dramatically during the morning but had declined by mid-afternoon, while teeth clenched and buttocks remained firm. There is nothing embarrassing or nasty about the human body...except for the intestines and bits of the bottom. Excellent. Right. I want you to go along to see the wife. Give her a full examination, and let me know the results by the end of break. And don't pick your nose! Better keep listening. Might be a bit about "Blessed are the big noses". :atickhum: