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She fine actress...she makes interpretation heap subtle... :smash:

I'm just learning my lines, you know. 'Oh Mr Belpit, your legs...'

Oh? :yay: All right, we'll call it a draw.

Next up, the second semifinal of the 100 yard dash for people with no sense of direction.

They do this over four hundred times a day. Nobody knows why. :huh:

Well, you see applicants are not required to fill in their species.

Er, well, I'm afraid all the vacancies were filled several weeks ago.

Look 73, I hate to see a man cry, so shove off out the office. There's a good chap.

Now you go back in there my son and be a man. Walk tall. :atickhum:

He cut eighteen inches off each arm and over three feet off each leg. The most brilliant surgeon in Europe stuck that tail on.

He's brilliant, you know...oh, we forgot the anesthetic! :smash:

I want to complain about the assistants on this forum.... well, they're hiding now.

Look Simon, we were hoping to have a quiet evening on our own. :cheers:

You must have slipped him a few shekels, eh?
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She fine actress...she makes interpretation heap subtle... :smash:

I'm just learning my lines, you know. 'Oh Mr Belpit, your legs...'

Oh? :yay: All right, we'll call it a draw.

Next up, the second semifinal of the 100 yard dash for people with no sense of direction.

They do this over four hundred times a day. Nobody knows why. :huh:

Well, you see applicants are not required to fill in their species.

Er, well, I'm afraid all the vacancies were filled several weeks ago.

Look 73, I hate to see a man cry, so shove off out the office. There's a good chap.

Now you go back in there my son and be a man. Walk tall. :atickhum:

He cut eighteen inches off each arm and over three feet off each leg. The most brilliant surgeon in Europe stuck that tail on.

He's brilliant, you know...oh, we forgot the anesthetic! :smash:

I want to complain about the assistants on this forum.... well, they're hiding now.

Look Simon, we were hoping to have a quiet evening on our own. :cheers:

You must have slipped him a few shekels, eh?

:no: His eyes just closed, and he fell into the wastepaper basket.
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She fine actress...she makes interpretation heap subtle... :smash:

I'm just learning my lines, you know. 'Oh Mr Belpit, your legs...'

Oh? :yay: All right, we'll call it a draw.

Next up, the second semifinal of the 100 yard dash for people with no sense of direction.

They do this over four hundred times a day. Nobody knows why. :huh:

Well, you see applicants are not required to fill in their species.

Er, well, I'm afraid all the vacancies were filled several weeks ago.

Look 73, I hate to see a man cry, so shove off out the office. There's a good chap.

Now you go back in there my son and be a man. Walk tall. :atickhum:

He cut eighteen inches off each arm and over three feet off each leg. The most brilliant surgeon in Europe stuck that tail on.

He's brilliant, you know...oh, we forgot the anesthetic! :smash:

I want to complain about the assistants on this forum.... well, they're hiding now.

Look Simon, we were hoping to have a quiet evening on our own. :cheers:

You must have slipped him a few shekels, eh?

:no: His eyes just closed, and he fell into the wastepaper basket.

Mr Nesbitt has learnt the value of not being seen. However he has chosen a very obvious piece of cover.
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She fine actress...she makes interpretation heap subtle... :smash:

I'm just learning my lines, you know. 'Oh Mr Belpit, your legs...'

Oh? :yay: All right, we'll call it a draw.

Next up, the second semifinal of the 100 yard dash for people with no sense of direction.

They do this over four hundred times a day. Nobody knows why. :huh:

Well, you see applicants are not required to fill in their species.

Er, well, I'm afraid all the vacancies were filled several weeks ago.

Look 73, I hate to see a man cry, so shove off out the office. There's a good chap.

Now you go back in there my son and be a man. Walk tall. :atickhum:

He cut eighteen inches off each arm and over three feet off each leg. The most brilliant surgeon in Europe stuck that tail on.

He's brilliant, you know...oh, we forgot the anesthetic! :smash:

I want to complain about the assistants on this forum.... well, they're hiding now.

Look Simon, we were hoping to have a quiet evening on our own. :cheers:

You must have slipped him a few shekels, eh?

:no: His eyes just closed, and he fell into the wastepaper basket.

Mr Nesbitt has learnt the value of not being seen. However he has chosen a very obvious piece of cover.

:yes: Police are concentrating their enquiries on the British Broadcasting Corporation.
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She fine actress...she makes interpretation heap subtle... :smash:

I'm just learning my lines, you know. 'Oh Mr Belpit, your legs...'

Oh? :yay: All right, we'll call it a draw.

Next up, the second semifinal of the 100 yard dash for people with no sense of direction.

They do this over four hundred times a day. Nobody knows why. :huh:

Well, you see applicants are not required to fill in their species.

Er, well, I'm afraid all the vacancies were filled several weeks ago.

Look 73, I hate to see a man cry, so shove off out the office. There's a good chap.

Now you go back in there my son and be a man. Walk tall. :atickhum:

He cut eighteen inches off each arm and over three feet off each leg. The most brilliant surgeon in Europe stuck that tail on.

He's brilliant, you know...oh, we forgot the anesthetic! :smash:

I want to complain about the assistants on this forum.... well, they're hiding now.

Look Simon, we were hoping to have a quiet evening on our own. :cheers:

You must have slipped him a few shekels, eh?

:no: His eyes just closed, and he fell into the wastepaper basket.

Mr Nesbitt has learnt the value of not being seen. However he has chosen a very obvious piece of cover.

:yes: Police are concentrating their enquiries on the British Broadcasting Corporation.

No, no, I'm sorry I, I can't accept that, it's gone too far, I'm very sorry but we'll have to terminate the agreement. You're just trying to cash in on the BBC's exciting Icelandic saga.
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She fine actress...she makes interpretation heap subtle... :smash:

I'm just learning my lines, you know. 'Oh Mr Belpit, your legs...'

Oh? :yay: All right, we'll call it a draw.

Next up, the second semifinal of the 100 yard dash for people with no sense of direction.

They do this over four hundred times a day. Nobody knows why. :huh:

Well, you see applicants are not required to fill in their species.

Er, well, I'm afraid all the vacancies were filled several weeks ago.

Look 73, I hate to see a man cry, so shove off out the office. There's a good chap.

Now you go back in there my son and be a man. Walk tall. :atickhum:

He cut eighteen inches off each arm and over three feet off each leg. The most brilliant surgeon in Europe stuck that tail on.

He's brilliant, you know...oh, we forgot the anesthetic! :smash:

I want to complain about the assistants on this forum.... well, they're hiding now.

Look Simon, we were hoping to have a quiet evening on our own. :cheers:

You must have slipped him a few shekels, eh?

:no: His eyes just closed, and he fell into the wastepaper basket.

Mr Nesbitt has learnt the value of not being seen. However he has chosen a very obvious piece of cover.

:yes: Police are concentrating their enquiries on the British Broadcasting Corporation.

No, no, I'm sorry I, I can't accept that, it's gone too far, I'm very sorry but we'll have to terminate the agreement. You're just trying to cash in on the BBC's exciting Icelandic saga.

Well, I'm not having Harvey Smith jumping over my binette. :beathorse:
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She fine actress...she makes interpretation heap subtle... :smash:

I'm just learning my lines, you know. 'Oh Mr Belpit, your legs...'

Oh? :yay: All right, we'll call it a draw.

Next up, the second semifinal of the 100 yard dash for people with no sense of direction.

They do this over four hundred times a day. Nobody knows why. :huh:

Well, you see applicants are not required to fill in their species.

Er, well, I'm afraid all the vacancies were filled several weeks ago.

Look 73, I hate to see a man cry, so shove off out the office. There's a good chap.

Now you go back in there my son and be a man. Walk tall. :atickhum:

He cut eighteen inches off each arm and over three feet off each leg. The most brilliant surgeon in Europe stuck that tail on.

He's brilliant, you know...oh, we forgot the anesthetic! :smash:

I want to complain about the assistants on this forum.... well, they're hiding now.

Look Simon, we were hoping to have a quiet evening on our own. :cheers:

You must have slipped him a few shekels, eh?

:no: His eyes just closed, and he fell into the wastepaper basket.

Mr Nesbitt has learnt the value of not being seen. However he has chosen a very obvious piece of cover.

:yes: Police are concentrating their enquiries on the British Broadcasting Corporation.

No, no, I'm sorry I, I can't accept that, it's gone too far, I'm very sorry but we'll have to terminate the agreement. You're just trying to cash in on the BBC's exciting Icelandic saga.

Well, I'm not having Harvey Smith jumping over my binette. :beathorse:

Oh honestly dear, why do we always have to buy everything just because the Cheap-Laughs have one?
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Sshh dear, don't cause a fuss. I'll have your spam. I love it! :drool:

I think you're the silliest person we've ever had on this thread, and so I'm going to ask you to have dinner with me.
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Sshh dear, don't cause a fuss. I'll have your spam. I love it! :drool:

I think you're the silliest person we've ever had on this thread, and so I'm going to ask you to have dinner with me.

Oh, one word of warning sir, a little tip...don't have any of the vicar over there. :ph34r:
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Sshh dear, don't cause a fuss. I'll have your spam. I love it! :drool:

I think you're the silliest person we've ever had on this thread, and so I'm going to ask you to have dinner with me.

Oh, one word of warning sir, a little tip...don't have any of the vicar over there. :ph34r:

I think it must be one of them crackpot religions.
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Sshh dear, don't cause a fuss. I'll have your spam. I love it! :drool:

I think you're the silliest person we've ever had on this thread, and so I'm going to ask you to have dinner with me.

Oh, one word of warning sir, a little tip...don't have any of the vicar over there. :ph34r:

I think it must be one of them crackpot religions.

O Lord, please don't burn us, don't grill or toast your flock.

Don't put us on the barbecue, or simmer us in stock.

Don't braise or bake or boil us, or stir-fry us in a wok.

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Sshh dear, don't cause a fuss. I'll have your spam. I love it! :drool:

I think you're the silliest person we've ever had on this thread, and so I'm going to ask you to have dinner with me.

Oh, one word of warning sir, a little tip...don't have any of the vicar over there. :ph34r:

I think it must be one of them crackpot religions.

O Lord, please don't burn us, don't grill or toast your flock.

Don't put us on the barbecue, or simmer us in stock.

Don't braise or bake or boil us, or stir-fry us in a wok.

'But who's going to do the cooking tonight? Roddy's got a mouthful...'
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Sshh dear, don't cause a fuss. I'll have your spam. I love it! :drool:

I think you're the silliest person we've ever had on this thread, and so I'm going to ask you to have dinner with me.

Oh, one word of warning sir, a little tip...don't have any of the vicar over there. :ph34r:

I think it must be one of them crackpot religions.

O Lord, please don't burn us, don't grill or toast your flock.

Don't put us on the barbecue, or simmer us in stock.

Don't braise or bake or boil us, or stir-fry us in a wok.

'But who's going to do the cooking tonight? Roddy's got a mouthful...'

Listen, before he got fixing, he used to get through four Jehovah's witnesses a day. :coy:
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Sshh dear, don't cause a fuss. I'll have your spam. I love it! :drool:

I think you're the silliest person we've ever had on this thread, and so I'm going to ask you to have dinner with me.

Oh, one word of warning sir, a little tip...don't have any of the vicar over there. :ph34r:

I think it must be one of them crackpot religions.

O Lord, please don't burn us, don't grill or toast your flock.

Don't put us on the barbecue, or simmer us in stock.

Don't braise or bake or boil us, or stir-fry us in a wok.

'But who's going to do the cooking tonight? Roddy's got a mouthful...'

Listen, before he got fixing, he used to get through four Jehovah's witnesses a day. :coy:

The hunger marches, the East End riots, the collapse of the Labour Government in 1931...
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Sshh dear, don't cause a fuss. I'll have your spam. I love it! :drool:

I think you're the silliest person we've ever had on this thread, and so I'm going to ask you to have dinner with me.

Oh, one word of warning sir, a little tip...don't have any of the vicar over there. :ph34r:

I think it must be one of them crackpot religions.

O Lord, please don't burn us, don't grill or toast your flock.

Don't put us on the barbecue, or simmer us in stock.

Don't braise or bake or boil us, or stir-fry us in a wok.

'But who's going to do the cooking tonight? Roddy's got a mouthful...'

Listen, before he got fixing, he used to get through four Jehovah's witnesses a day. :coy:

The hunger marches, the East End riots, the collapse of the Labour Government in 1931...

The workers control of the means of production? The struggle of the urban proletariat?

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Sshh dear, don't cause a fuss. I'll have your spam. I love it! :drool:

I think you're the silliest person we've ever had on this thread, and so I'm going to ask you to have dinner with me.

Oh, one word of warning sir, a little tip...don't have any of the vicar over there. :ph34r:

I think it must be one of them crackpot religions.

O Lord, please don't burn us, don't grill or toast your flock.

Don't put us on the barbecue, or simmer us in stock.

Don't braise or bake or boil us, or stir-fry us in a wok.

'But who's going to do the cooking tonight? Roddy's got a mouthful...'

Listen, before he got fixing, he used to get through four Jehovah's witnesses a day. :coy:

The hunger marches, the East End riots, the collapse of the Labour Government in 1931...

The workers control of the means of production? The struggle of the urban proletariat?

Yes, today in Britain there is a new wave of interest in politics and politicians.
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Sshh dear, don't cause a fuss. I'll have your spam. I love it! :drool:

I think you're the silliest person we've ever had on this thread, and so I'm going to ask you to have dinner with me.

Oh, one word of warning sir, a little tip...don't have any of the vicar over there. :ph34r:

I think it must be one of them crackpot religions.

O Lord, please don't burn us, don't grill or toast your flock.

Don't put us on the barbecue, or simmer us in stock.

Don't braise or bake or boil us, or stir-fry us in a wok.

'But who's going to do the cooking tonight? Roddy's got a mouthful...'

Listen, before he got fixing, he used to get through four Jehovah's witnesses a day. :coy:

The hunger marches, the East End riots, the collapse of the Labour Government in 1931...

The workers control of the means of production? The struggle of the urban proletariat?

Yes, today in Britain there is a new wave of interest in politics and politicians.

The Silly Party has held Leicester. This is largely as I predicted, except that the Silly Party won. I think this is largely due to the number of votes cast.

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Sshh dear, don't cause a fuss. I'll have your spam. I love it! :drool:

I think you're the silliest person we've ever had on this thread, and so I'm going to ask you to have dinner with me.

Oh, one word of warning sir, a little tip...don't have any of the vicar over there. :ph34r:

I think it must be one of them crackpot religions.

O Lord, please don't burn us, don't grill or toast your flock.

Don't put us on the barbecue, or simmer us in stock.

Don't braise or bake or boil us, or stir-fry us in a wok.

'But who's going to do the cooking tonight? Roddy's got a mouthful...'

Listen, before he got fixing, he used to get through four Jehovah's witnesses a day. :coy:

The hunger marches, the East End riots, the collapse of the Labour Government in 1931...

The workers control of the means of production? The struggle of the urban proletariat?

Yes, today in Britain there is a new wave of interest in politics and politicians.

The Silly Party has held Leicester. This is largely as I predicted, except that the Silly Party won. I think this is largely due to the number of votes cast.

But apart from attacking that prurient hot-bed of left-wing continentalism at Shepherds Bush, what else do these ordinary mums think? Do they accept Hegelianism?
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Sshh dear, don't cause a fuss. I'll have your spam. I love it! :drool:

I think you're the silliest person we've ever had on this thread, and so I'm going to ask you to have dinner with me.

Oh, one word of warning sir, a little tip...don't have any of the vicar over there. :ph34r:

I think it must be one of them crackpot religions.

O Lord, please don't burn us, don't grill or toast your flock.

Don't put us on the barbecue, or simmer us in stock.

Don't braise or bake or boil us, or stir-fry us in a wok.

'But who's going to do the cooking tonight? Roddy's got a mouthful...'

Listen, before he got fixing, he used to get through four Jehovah's witnesses a day. :coy:

The hunger marches, the East End riots, the collapse of the Labour Government in 1931...

The workers control of the means of production? The struggle of the urban proletariat?

Yes, today in Britain there is a new wave of interest in politics and politicians.

The Silly Party has held Leicester. This is largely as I predicted, except that the Silly Party won. I think this is largely due to the number of votes cast.

But apart from attacking that prurient hot-bed of left-wing continentalism at Shepherds Bush, what else do these ordinary mums think? Do they accept Hegelianism?

I don't mind, I don't mind. It's just nice to be here, Reverend. :wub:
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Sshh dear, don't cause a fuss. I'll have your spam. I love it! :drool:

I think you're the silliest person we've ever had on this thread, and so I'm going to ask you to have dinner with me.

Oh, one word of warning sir, a little tip...don't have any of the vicar over there. :ph34r:

I think it must be one of them crackpot religions.

O Lord, please don't burn us, don't grill or toast your flock.

Don't put us on the barbecue, or simmer us in stock.

Don't braise or bake or boil us, or stir-fry us in a wok.

'But who's going to do the cooking tonight? Roddy's got a mouthful...'

Listen, before he got fixing, he used to get through four Jehovah's witnesses a day. :coy:

The hunger marches, the East End riots, the collapse of the Labour Government in 1931...

The workers control of the means of production? The struggle of the urban proletariat?

Yes, today in Britain there is a new wave of interest in politics and politicians.

The Silly Party has held Leicester. This is largely as I predicted, except that the Silly Party won. I think this is largely due to the number of votes cast.

But apart from attacking that prurient hot-bed of left-wing continentalism at Shepherds Bush, what else do these ordinary mums think? Do they accept Hegelianism?

I don't mind, I don't mind. It's just nice to be here, Reverend. :wub:

He in turn has been revealed by D'Arcy as something less than an honest man. Sybil feels once again a resurgence of her old affection and she and Balreau return to her little house in Clermont-Ferrand, the kind of two-up, two-down house that most French workers throughout the European Community are living in today.
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Sshh dear, don't cause a fuss. I'll have your spam. I love it! :drool:

I think you're the silliest person we've ever had on this thread, and so I'm going to ask you to have dinner with me.

Oh, one word of warning sir, a little tip...don't have any of the vicar over there. :ph34r:

I think it must be one of them crackpot religions.

O Lord, please don't burn us, don't grill or toast your flock.

Don't put us on the barbecue, or simmer us in stock.

Don't braise or bake or boil us, or stir-fry us in a wok.

'But who's going to do the cooking tonight? Roddy's got a mouthful...'

Listen, before he got fixing, he used to get through four Jehovah's witnesses a day. :coy:

The hunger marches, the East End riots, the collapse of the Labour Government in 1931...

The workers control of the means of production? The struggle of the urban proletariat?

Yes, today in Britain there is a new wave of interest in politics and politicians.

The Silly Party has held Leicester. This is largely as I predicted, except that the Silly Party won. I think this is largely due to the number of votes cast.

But apart from attacking that prurient hot-bed of left-wing continentalism at Shepherds Bush, what else do these ordinary mums think? Do they accept Hegelianism?

I don't mind, I don't mind. It's just nice to be here, Reverend. :wub:

He in turn has been revealed by D'Arcy as something less than an honest man. Sybil feels once again a resurgence of her old affection and she and Balreau return to her little house in Clermont-Ferrand, the kind of two-up, two-down house that most French workers throughout the European Community are living in today.

Meanwhile, Frederick William had married George's only daughter. :hi:
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Sshh dear, don't cause a fuss. I'll have your spam. I love it! :drool:

I think you're the silliest person we've ever had on this thread, and so I'm going to ask you to have dinner with me.

Oh, one word of warning sir, a little tip...don't have any of the vicar over there. :ph34r:

I think it must be one of them crackpot religions.

O Lord, please don't burn us, don't grill or toast your flock.

Don't put us on the barbecue, or simmer us in stock.

Don't braise or bake or boil us, or stir-fry us in a wok.

'But who's going to do the cooking tonight? Roddy's got a mouthful...'

Listen, before he got fixing, he used to get through four Jehovah's witnesses a day. :coy:

The hunger marches, the East End riots, the collapse of the Labour Government in 1931...

The workers control of the means of production? The struggle of the urban proletariat?

Yes, today in Britain there is a new wave of interest in politics and politicians.

The Silly Party has held Leicester. This is largely as I predicted, except that the Silly Party won. I think this is largely due to the number of votes cast.

But apart from attacking that prurient hot-bed of left-wing continentalism at Shepherds Bush, what else do these ordinary mums think? Do they accept Hegelianism?

I don't mind, I don't mind. It's just nice to be here, Reverend. :wub:

He in turn has been revealed by D'Arcy as something less than an honest man. Sybil feels once again a resurgence of her old affection and she and Balreau return to her little house in Clermont-Ferrand, the kind of two-up, two-down house that most French workers throughout the European Community are living in today.

Meanwhile, Frederick William had married George's only daughter. :hi:

Bob and Janet have eaten Mr Farquar's goldfish during an Oxfam lunch, and Mrs Elsmore's marriage is threatened by Doug's insistence that he is on a different level of consciousness.
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Sshh dear, don't cause a fuss. I'll have your spam. I love it! :drool:

I think you're the silliest person we've ever had on this thread, and so I'm going to ask you to have dinner with me.

Oh, one word of warning sir, a little tip...don't have any of the vicar over there. :ph34r:

I think it must be one of them crackpot religions.

O Lord, please don't burn us, don't grill or toast your flock.

Don't put us on the barbecue, or simmer us in stock.

Don't braise or bake or boil us, or stir-fry us in a wok.

'But who's going to do the cooking tonight? Roddy's got a mouthful...'

Listen, before he got fixing, he used to get through four Jehovah's witnesses a day. :coy:

The hunger marches, the East End riots, the collapse of the Labour Government in 1931...

The workers control of the means of production? The struggle of the urban proletariat?

Yes, today in Britain there is a new wave of interest in politics and politicians.

The Silly Party has held Leicester. This is largely as I predicted, except that the Silly Party won. I think this is largely due to the number of votes cast.

But apart from attacking that prurient hot-bed of left-wing continentalism at Shepherds Bush, what else do these ordinary mums think? Do they accept Hegelianism?

I don't mind, I don't mind. It's just nice to be here, Reverend. :wub:

He in turn has been revealed by D'Arcy as something less than an honest man. Sybil feels once again a resurgence of her old affection and she and Balreau return to her little house in Clermont-Ferrand, the kind of two-up, two-down house that most French workers throughout the European Community are living in today.

Meanwhile, Frederick William had married George's only daughter. :hi:

Bob and Janet have eaten Mr Farquar's goldfish during an Oxfam lunch, and Mrs Elsmore's marriage is threatened by Doug's insistence that he is on a different level of consciousness.

Um, I'm terribly sorry. This is not in fact "Match of the Day" :eyeroll: , it is in fact edited highlights of tonight's romantic movie.
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Sshh dear, don't cause a fuss. I'll have your spam. I love it! :drool:

I think you're the silliest person we've ever had on this thread, and so I'm going to ask you to have dinner with me.

Oh, one word of warning sir, a little tip...don't have any of the vicar over there. :ph34r:

I think it must be one of them crackpot religions.

O Lord, please don't burn us, don't grill or toast your flock.

Don't put us on the barbecue, or simmer us in stock.

Don't braise or bake or boil us, or stir-fry us in a wok.

'But who's going to do the cooking tonight? Roddy's got a mouthful...'

Listen, before he got fixing, he used to get through four Jehovah's witnesses a day. :coy:

The hunger marches, the East End riots, the collapse of the Labour Government in 1931...

The workers control of the means of production? The struggle of the urban proletariat?

Yes, today in Britain there is a new wave of interest in politics and politicians.

The Silly Party has held Leicester. This is largely as I predicted, except that the Silly Party won. I think this is largely due to the number of votes cast.

But apart from attacking that prurient hot-bed of left-wing continentalism at Shepherds Bush, what else do these ordinary mums think? Do they accept Hegelianism?

I don't mind, I don't mind. It's just nice to be here, Reverend. :wub:

He in turn has been revealed by D'Arcy as something less than an honest man. Sybil feels once again a resurgence of her old affection and she and Balreau return to her little house in Clermont-Ferrand, the kind of two-up, two-down house that most French workers throughout the European Community are living in today.

Meanwhile, Frederick William had married George's only daughter. :hi:

Bob and Janet have eaten Mr Farquar's goldfish during an Oxfam lunch, and Mrs Elsmore's marriage is threatened by Doug's insistence that he is on a different level of consciousness.

Um, I'm terribly sorry. This is not in fact "Match of the Day" :eyeroll: , it is in fact edited highlights of tonight's romantic movie.

Well, if it's not a personal question, are you a virgin?
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