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Right, so that's two avocados, one quiche, two chickens, one scampi, one boeuf with green salad. :drool:

Whole picnics will be built to survive the most enormous forces! Snacks will be stronger than ever!

Good. Good. We don't want anyone to think we're chicken. :bang bang: :chickendance: I bet Ibanez and Citizen are really scared.

He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp, Or to have his eyes gouged out and his elbows broken, To have his kneecaps split and his body burned away And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Ibanez!

His head smashed in and his heart cut out And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged And his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off And his pen--

And that's the final entry. La derniere entree. Das final entry. And now, guten abend. Das scores. The scores. Les scores. Dei scores. Oh! Scores. Ha! Scores!

Well I don't care, I want to know what's going on! I think you're deliberately trying to humiliate people, and I'm going straight out of here and I'm going to tell the police exactly what you do to people and I'm going to make bloody sure that you never do it again.

I'm up to here with it, I'm sick to death. I can't take you any longer so I've come to see it.

I'll be very good, sir, really. Good morning, sir... how are you, sir... bit parky outside today... isn't it, sir... ? A very nice suit you've got there, sir... you had a very close shave this morning, sir...

Look here old fellow, I know when a chap's cut my hair and when he hasn't. So will you please stop fooling around and get on with it. :rage:

but the thing was, IbanezJem and I had just had a blow dry and rinse, and we couldn't go out for a couple of days.

Oh, well you want the Toupee Hall in that case, sir.

You go into the room, right? On your right is the door to the orangery, straight ahead of you is the door to the library, and to your left is the Toupee Hall. :yay:

You know much that is hidden, Oh Blackhawkrush.

We happen to know Citizen is in the water barrel. :spitwater:

Hello again, and welcome to Madagascar, where Francisco Huron is seeking Citizen. And I've just been told that he has been told that he has been unofficially described as 'cold'.

Well, I don't know about that, but it's bleeding damp. Are you from the council?

Snogging sub-committee, more like... :hug2:
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Right, so that's two avocados, one quiche, two chickens, one scampi, one boeuf with green salad. :drool:

Whole picnics will be built to survive the most enormous forces! Snacks will be stronger than ever!

Good. Good. We don't want anyone to think we're chicken. :bang bang: :chickendance: I bet Ibanez and Citizen are really scared.

He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp, Or to have his eyes gouged out and his elbows broken, To have his kneecaps split and his body burned away And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Ibanez!

His head smashed in and his heart cut out And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged And his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off And his pen--

And that's the final entry. La derniere entree. Das final entry. And now, guten abend. Das scores. The scores. Les scores. Dei scores. Oh! Scores. Ha! Scores!

Well I don't care, I want to know what's going on! I think you're deliberately trying to humiliate people, and I'm going straight out of here and I'm going to tell the police exactly what you do to people and I'm going to make bloody sure that you never do it again.

I'm up to here with it, I'm sick to death. I can't take you any longer so I've come to see it.

I'll be very good, sir, really. Good morning, sir... how are you, sir... bit parky outside today... isn't it, sir... ? A very nice suit you've got there, sir... you had a very close shave this morning, sir...

Look here old fellow, I know when a chap's cut my hair and when he hasn't. So will you please stop fooling around and get on with it. :rage:

but the thing was, IbanezJem and I had just had a blow dry and rinse, and we couldn't go out for a couple of days.

Oh, well you want the Toupee Hall in that case, sir.

You go into the room, right? On your right is the door to the orangery, straight ahead of you is the door to the library, and to your left is the Toupee Hall. :yay:

You know much that is hidden, Oh Blackhawkrush.

We happen to know Citizen is in the water barrel. :spitwater:

Hello again, and welcome to Madagascar, where Francisco Huron is seeking Citizen. And I've just been told that he has been told that he has been unofficially described as 'cold'.

Well, I don't know about that, but it's bleeding damp. Are you from the council?

Snogging sub-committee, more like... :hug2:

Shut up you silly bitch, it was only a bit of fun.
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Right, so that's two avocados, one quiche, two chickens, one scampi, one boeuf with green salad. :drool:

Whole picnics will be built to survive the most enormous forces! Snacks will be stronger than ever!

Good. Good. We don't want anyone to think we're chicken. :bang bang: :chickendance: I bet Ibanez and Citizen are really scared.

He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp, Or to have his eyes gouged out and his elbows broken, To have his kneecaps split and his body burned away And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Ibanez!

His head smashed in and his heart cut out And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged And his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off And his pen--

And that's the final entry. La derniere entree. Das final entry. And now, guten abend. Das scores. The scores. Les scores. Dei scores. Oh! Scores. Ha! Scores!

Well I don't care, I want to know what's going on! I think you're deliberately trying to humiliate people, and I'm going straight out of here and I'm going to tell the police exactly what you do to people and I'm going to make bloody sure that you never do it again.

I'm up to here with it, I'm sick to death. I can't take you any longer so I've come to see it.

I'll be very good, sir, really. Good morning, sir... how are you, sir... bit parky outside today... isn't it, sir... ? A very nice suit you've got there, sir... you had a very close shave this morning, sir...

Look here old fellow, I know when a chap's cut my hair and when he hasn't. So will you please stop fooling around and get on with it. :rage:

but the thing was, IbanezJem and I had just had a blow dry and rinse, and we couldn't go out for a couple of days.

Oh, well you want the Toupee Hall in that case, sir.

You go into the room, right? On your right is the door to the orangery, straight ahead of you is the door to the library, and to your left is the Toupee Hall. :yay:

You know much that is hidden, Oh Blackhawkrush.

We happen to know Citizen is in the water barrel. :spitwater:

Hello again, and welcome to Madagascar, where Francisco Huron is seeking Citizen. And I've just been told that he has been told that he has been unofficially described as 'cold'.

Well, I don't know about that, but it's bleeding damp. Are you from the council?

Snogging sub-committee, more like... :hug2:

Shut up you silly bitch, it was only a bit of fun.

Well, I don't agree with that, Citizen. Quite frankly the only bit I liked was this bit with me in it now.
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Right, so that's two avocados, one quiche, two chickens, one scampi, one boeuf with green salad. :drool:

Whole picnics will be built to survive the most enormous forces! Snacks will be stronger than ever!

Good. Good. We don't want anyone to think we're chicken. :bang bang: :chickendance: I bet Ibanez and Citizen are really scared.

He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp, Or to have his eyes gouged out and his elbows broken, To have his kneecaps split and his body burned away And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Ibanez!

His head smashed in and his heart cut out And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged And his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off And his pen--

And that's the final entry. La derniere entree. Das final entry. And now, guten abend. Das scores. The scores. Les scores. Dei scores. Oh! Scores. Ha! Scores!

Well I don't care, I want to know what's going on! I think you're deliberately trying to humiliate people, and I'm going straight out of here and I'm going to tell the police exactly what you do to people and I'm going to make bloody sure that you never do it again.

I'm up to here with it, I'm sick to death. I can't take you any longer so I've come to see it.

I'll be very good, sir, really. Good morning, sir... how are you, sir... bit parky outside today... isn't it, sir... ? A very nice suit you've got there, sir... you had a very close shave this morning, sir...

Look here old fellow, I know when a chap's cut my hair and when he hasn't. So will you please stop fooling around and get on with it. :rage:

but the thing was, IbanezJem and I had just had a blow dry and rinse, and we couldn't go out for a couple of days.

Oh, well you want the Toupee Hall in that case, sir.

You go into the room, right? On your right is the door to the orangery, straight ahead of you is the door to the library, and to your left is the Toupee Hall. :yay:

You know much that is hidden, Oh Blackhawkrush.

We happen to know Citizen is in the water barrel. :spitwater:

Hello again, and welcome to Madagascar, where Francisco Huron is seeking Citizen. And I've just been told that he has been told that he has been unofficially described as 'cold'.

Well, I don't know about that, but it's bleeding damp. Are you from the council?

Snogging sub-committee, more like... :hug2:

Shut up you silly bitch, it was only a bit of fun.

Well, I don't agree with that, Citizen. Quite frankly the only bit I liked was this bit with me in it now.

make yourself scarce, 'Ibanez'. This thread isn't big enough for the three of us!
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In fact, I think you're six foot five, aren't you, Ibanez? :tsk:

The entrance to this thread is guarded by an Ibanez so foul, so cruel that no man yet has fought with him and lived! Bones of four fifty men lie strewn about his lair. So, brave Citizen and blackhawkrush, if you do doubt your courage or your strength, come no further, for death awaits you both with nasty big pointy teeth.
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In fact, I think you're six foot five, aren't you, Ibanez? :tsk:

The entrance to this thread is guarded by an Ibanez so foul, so cruel that no man yet has fought with him and lived! Bones of four fifty men lie strewn about his lair. So, brave Citizen and blackhawkrush, if you do doubt your courage or your strength, come no further, for death awaits you both with nasty big pointy teeth.

But what of IbanezJem, the most fearfully dangerous man in the world! The man who could destroy entire galaxies with his wrist, the man who could tear fruit machines apart with his eyeballs... He had not been idle! In fact he had fallen in love... with the lady who 'does' for Mrs Entrail...
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In fact, I think you're six foot five, aren't you, Ibanez? :tsk:

The entrance to this thread is guarded by an Ibanez so foul, so cruel that no man yet has fought with him and lived! Bones of four fifty men lie strewn about his lair. So, brave Citizen and blackhawkrush, if you do doubt your courage or your strength, come no further, for death awaits you both with nasty big pointy teeth.

But what of IbanezJem, the most fearfully dangerous man in the world! The man who could destroy entire galaxies with his wrist, the man who could tear fruit machines apart with his eyeballs... He had not been idle! In fact he had fallen in love... with the lady who 'does' for Mrs Entrail...

Her behaviour did seem at the time to me, who was after all was there to see, to be a little odd
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In fact, I think you're six foot five, aren't you, Ibanez? :tsk:

The entrance to this thread is guarded by an Ibanez so foul, so cruel that no man yet has fought with him and lived! Bones of four fifty men lie strewn about his lair. So, brave Citizen and blackhawkrush, if you do doubt your courage or your strength, come no further, for death awaits you both with nasty big pointy teeth.

But what of IbanezJem, the most fearfully dangerous man in the world! The man who could destroy entire galaxies with his wrist, the man who could tear fruit machines apart with his eyeballs... He had not been idle! In fact he had fallen in love... with the lady who 'does' for Mrs Entrail...

Her behaviour did seem at the time to me, who was after all was there to see, to be a little odd

And at the line, it's Mrs. Casey who's got it by a short head from Mrs. Penguin in second place, Mrs. Parkinson in third, Mrs. Rudd, Mrs. Colyer, Ms. Warner, and there's lady who 'does' for Mrs. Entrail who's remained unswapped. :wtf:
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In fact, I think you're six foot five, aren't you, Ibanez? :tsk:

The entrance to this thread is guarded by an Ibanez so foul, so cruel that no man yet has fought with him and lived! Bones of four fifty men lie strewn about his lair. So, brave Citizen and blackhawkrush, if you do doubt your courage or your strength, come no further, for death awaits you both with nasty big pointy teeth.

But what of IbanezJem, the most fearfully dangerous man in the world! The man who could destroy entire galaxies with his wrist, the man who could tear fruit machines apart with his eyeballs... He had not been idle! In fact he had fallen in love... with the lady who 'does' for Mrs Entrail...

Her behaviour did seem at the time to me, who was after all was there to see, to be a little odd

And at the line, it's Mrs. Casey who's got it by a short head from Mrs. Penguin in second place, Mrs. Parkinson in third, Mrs. Rudd, Mrs. Colyer, Ms. Warner, and there's lady who 'does' for Mrs. Entrail who's remained unswapped. :wtf:

Likes games, eh? Knew she would, knew she would. Likes games, eh? She's been around a bit, been around?
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In fact, I think you're six foot five, aren't you, Ibanez? :tsk:

The entrance to this thread is guarded by an Ibanez so foul, so cruel that no man yet has fought with him and lived! Bones of four fifty men lie strewn about his lair. So, brave Citizen and blackhawkrush, if you do doubt your courage or your strength, come no further, for death awaits you both with nasty big pointy teeth.

But what of IbanezJem, the most fearfully dangerous man in the world! The man who could destroy entire galaxies with his wrist, the man who could tear fruit machines apart with his eyeballs... He had not been idle! In fact he had fallen in love... with the lady who 'does' for Mrs Entrail...

Her behaviour did seem at the time to me, who was after all was there to see, to be a little odd

And at the line, it's Mrs. Casey who's got it by a short head from Mrs. Penguin in second place, Mrs. Parkinson in third, Mrs. Rudd, Mrs. Colyer, Ms. Warner, and there's lady who 'does' for Mrs. Entrail who's remained unswapped. :wtf:

Likes games, eh? Knew she would, knew she would. Likes games, eh? She's been around a bit, been around?

Oh yeah, yeah. I'll be able to look after 'er all right sport, eh, know what I mean, eh emggh!
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In fact, I think you're six foot five, aren't you, Ibanez? :tsk:

The entrance to this thread is guarded by an Ibanez so foul, so cruel that no man yet has fought with him and lived! Bones of four fifty men lie strewn about his lair. So, brave Citizen and blackhawkrush, if you do doubt your courage or your strength, come no further, for death awaits you both with nasty big pointy teeth.

But what of IbanezJem, the most fearfully dangerous man in the world! The man who could destroy entire galaxies with his wrist, the man who could tear fruit machines apart with his eyeballs... He had not been idle! In fact he had fallen in love... with the lady who 'does' for Mrs Entrail...

Her behaviour did seem at the time to me, who was after all was there to see, to be a little odd

And at the line, it's Mrs. Casey who's got it by a short head from Mrs. Penguin in second place, Mrs. Parkinson in third, Mrs. Rudd, Mrs. Colyer, Ms. Warner, and there's lady who 'does' for Mrs. Entrail who's remained unswapped. :wtf:

Likes games, eh? Knew she would, knew she would. Likes games, eh? She's been around a bit, been around?

Oh yeah, yeah. I'll be able to look after 'er all right sport, eh, know what I mean, eh emggh!

All right, I'm only five foot ten. All right, my posture is bad, all right, I slump in my chair. But I've had more women than either of you two! I've had half bloody Norway!
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In fact, I think you're six foot five, aren't you, Ibanez? :tsk:

The entrance to this thread is guarded by an Ibanez so foul, so cruel that no man yet has fought with him and lived! Bones of four fifty men lie strewn about his lair. So, brave Citizen and blackhawkrush, if you do doubt your courage or your strength, come no further, for death awaits you both with nasty big pointy teeth.

But what of IbanezJem, the most fearfully dangerous man in the world! The man who could destroy entire galaxies with his wrist, the man who could tear fruit machines apart with his eyeballs... He had not been idle! In fact he had fallen in love... with the lady who 'does' for Mrs Entrail...

Her behaviour did seem at the time to me, who was after all was there to see, to be a little odd

And at the line, it's Mrs. Casey who's got it by a short head from Mrs. Penguin in second place, Mrs. Parkinson in third, Mrs. Rudd, Mrs. Colyer, Ms. Warner, and there's lady who 'does' for Mrs. Entrail who's remained unswapped. :wtf:

Likes games, eh? Knew she would, knew she would. Likes games, eh? She's been around a bit, been around?

Oh yeah, yeah. I'll be able to look after 'er all right sport, eh, know what I mean, eh emggh!

All right, I'm only five foot ten. All right, my posture is bad, all right, I slump in my chair. But I've had more women than either of you two! I've had half bloody Norway!

But there's one in Trondheim who can put her....
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In fact, I think you're six foot five, aren't you, Ibanez? :tsk:

The entrance to this thread is guarded by an Ibanez so foul, so cruel that no man yet has fought with him and lived! Bones of four fifty men lie strewn about his lair. So, brave Citizen and blackhawkrush, if you do doubt your courage or your strength, come no further, for death awaits you both with nasty big pointy teeth.

But what of IbanezJem, the most fearfully dangerous man in the world! The man who could destroy entire galaxies with his wrist, the man who could tear fruit machines apart with his eyeballs... He had not been idle! In fact he had fallen in love... with the lady who 'does' for Mrs Entrail...

Her behaviour did seem at the time to me, who was after all was there to see, to be a little odd

And at the line, it's Mrs. Casey who's got it by a short head from Mrs. Penguin in second place, Mrs. Parkinson in third, Mrs. Rudd, Mrs. Colyer, Ms. Warner, and there's lady who 'does' for Mrs. Entrail who's remained unswapped. :wtf:

Likes games, eh? Knew she would, knew she would. Likes games, eh? She's been around a bit, been around?

Oh yeah, yeah. I'll be able to look after 'er all right sport, eh, know what I mean, eh emggh!

All right, I'm only five foot ten. All right, my posture is bad, all right, I slump in my chair. But I've had more women than either of you two! I've had half bloody Norway!

But there's one in Trondheim who can put her....

Now then Citizen, when did you first start finding difficult to finish sentences? It must be awful. Our method is to reassure the patient by recreating normal conditions. :bitchslap:
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In fact, I think you're six foot five, aren't you, Ibanez? :tsk:

The entrance to this thread is guarded by an Ibanez so foul, so cruel that no man yet has fought with him and lived! Bones of four fifty men lie strewn about his lair. So, brave Citizen and blackhawkrush, if you do doubt your courage or your strength, come no further, for death awaits you both with nasty big pointy teeth.

But what of IbanezJem, the most fearfully dangerous man in the world! The man who could destroy entire galaxies with his wrist, the man who could tear fruit machines apart with his eyeballs... He had not been idle! In fact he had fallen in love... with the lady who 'does' for Mrs Entrail...

Her behaviour did seem at the time to me, who was after all was there to see, to be a little odd

And at the line, it's Mrs. Casey who's got it by a short head from Mrs. Penguin in second place, Mrs. Parkinson in third, Mrs. Rudd, Mrs. Colyer, Ms. Warner, and there's lady who 'does' for Mrs. Entrail who's remained unswapped. :wtf:

Likes games, eh? Knew she would, knew she would. Likes games, eh? She's been around a bit, been around?

Oh yeah, yeah. I'll be able to look after 'er all right sport, eh, know what I mean, eh emggh!

All right, I'm only five foot ten. All right, my posture is bad, all right, I slump in my chair. But I've had more women than either of you two! I've had half bloody Norway!

But there's one in Trondheim who can put her....

Now then Citizen, when did you first start finding difficult to finish sentences? It must be awful. Our method is to reassure the patient by recreating normal conditions. :bitchslap:

Normally considered slow, he's incredibly fast as he wanders aimlessly around.
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In fact, I think you're six foot five, aren't you, Ibanez? :tsk:

The entrance to this thread is guarded by an Ibanez so foul, so cruel that no man yet has fought with him and lived! Bones of four fifty men lie strewn about his lair. So, brave Citizen and blackhawkrush, if you do doubt your courage or your strength, come no further, for death awaits you both with nasty big pointy teeth.

But what of IbanezJem, the most fearfully dangerous man in the world! The man who could destroy entire galaxies with his wrist, the man who could tear fruit machines apart with his eyeballs... He had not been idle! In fact he had fallen in love... with the lady who 'does' for Mrs Entrail...

Her behaviour did seem at the time to me, who was after all was there to see, to be a little odd

And at the line, it's Mrs. Casey who's got it by a short head from Mrs. Penguin in second place, Mrs. Parkinson in third, Mrs. Rudd, Mrs. Colyer, Ms. Warner, and there's lady who 'does' for Mrs. Entrail who's remained unswapped. :wtf:

Likes games, eh? Knew she would, knew she would. Likes games, eh? She's been around a bit, been around?

Oh yeah, yeah. I'll be able to look after 'er all right sport, eh, know what I mean, eh emggh!

All right, I'm only five foot ten. All right, my posture is bad, all right, I slump in my chair. But I've had more women than either of you two! I've had half bloody Norway!

But there's one in Trondheim who can put her....

Now then Citizen, when did you first start finding difficult to finish sentences? It must be awful. Our method is to reassure the patient by recreating normal conditions. :bitchslap:

Normally considered slow, he's incredibly fast as he wanders aimlessly around.

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high over vales and hills

When all at once I saw a crowd

A host of golden worker ants

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In fact, I think you're six foot five, aren't you, Ibanez? :tsk:

The entrance to this thread is guarded by an Ibanez so foul, so cruel that no man yet has fought with him and lived! Bones of four fifty men lie strewn about his lair. So, brave Citizen and blackhawkrush, if you do doubt your courage or your strength, come no further, for death awaits you both with nasty big pointy teeth.

But what of IbanezJem, the most fearfully dangerous man in the world! The man who could destroy entire galaxies with his wrist, the man who could tear fruit machines apart with his eyeballs... He had not been idle! In fact he had fallen in love... with the lady who 'does' for Mrs Entrail...

Her behaviour did seem at the time to me, who was after all was there to see, to be a little odd

And at the line, it's Mrs. Casey who's got it by a short head from Mrs. Penguin in second place, Mrs. Parkinson in third, Mrs. Rudd, Mrs. Colyer, Ms. Warner, and there's lady who 'does' for Mrs. Entrail who's remained unswapped. :wtf:

Likes games, eh? Knew she would, knew she would. Likes games, eh? She's been around a bit, been around?

Oh yeah, yeah. I'll be able to look after 'er all right sport, eh, know what I mean, eh emggh!

All right, I'm only five foot ten. All right, my posture is bad, all right, I slump in my chair. But I've had more women than either of you two! I've had half bloody Norway!

But there's one in Trondheim who can put her....

Now then Citizen, when did you first start finding difficult to finish sentences? It must be awful. Our method is to reassure the patient by recreating normal conditions. :bitchslap:

Normally considered slow, he's incredibly fast as he wanders aimlessly around.

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high over vales and hills

When all at once I saw a crowd

A host of golden worker ants

Hello formicidophiles! Before the blood and guts that you're waiting to see, let's have a look at the anatomy of the little Citizen.
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In fact, I think you're six foot five, aren't you, Ibanez? :tsk:

The entrance to this thread is guarded by an Ibanez so foul, so cruel that no man yet has fought with him and lived! Bones of four fifty men lie strewn about his lair. So, brave Citizen and blackhawkrush, if you do doubt your courage or your strength, come no further, for death awaits you both with nasty big pointy teeth.

But what of IbanezJem, the most fearfully dangerous man in the world! The man who could destroy entire galaxies with his wrist, the man who could tear fruit machines apart with his eyeballs... He had not been idle! In fact he had fallen in love... with the lady who 'does' for Mrs Entrail...

Her behaviour did seem at the time to me, who was after all was there to see, to be a little odd

And at the line, it's Mrs. Casey who's got it by a short head from Mrs. Penguin in second place, Mrs. Parkinson in third, Mrs. Rudd, Mrs. Colyer, Ms. Warner, and there's lady who 'does' for Mrs. Entrail who's remained unswapped. :wtf:

Likes games, eh? Knew she would, knew she would. Likes games, eh? She's been around a bit, been around?

Oh yeah, yeah. I'll be able to look after 'er all right sport, eh, know what I mean, eh emggh!

All right, I'm only five foot ten. All right, my posture is bad, all right, I slump in my chair. But I've had more women than either of you two! I've had half bloody Norway!

But there's one in Trondheim who can put her....

Now then Citizen, when did you first start finding difficult to finish sentences? It must be awful. Our method is to reassure the patient by recreating normal conditions. :bitchslap:

Normally considered slow, he's incredibly fast as he wanders aimlessly around.

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high over vales and hills

When all at once I saw a crowd

A host of golden worker ants

Hello formicidophiles! Before the blood and guts that you're waiting to see, let's have a look at the anatomy of the little Citizen.

It's perfectly easy for somebody just to come along here to TRF simply claiming that they have a bit to spare in the botty department, but the point is Mr. Citizen, New World Women need proof. :popcorn:
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In fact, I think you're six foot five, aren't you, Ibanez? :tsk:

The entrance to this thread is guarded by an Ibanez so foul, so cruel that no man yet has fought with him and lived! Bones of four fifty men lie strewn about his lair. So, brave Citizen and blackhawkrush, if you do doubt your courage or your strength, come no further, for death awaits you both with nasty big pointy teeth.

But what of IbanezJem, the most fearfully dangerous man in the world! The man who could destroy entire galaxies with his wrist, the man who could tear fruit machines apart with his eyeballs... He had not been idle! In fact he had fallen in love... with the lady who 'does' for Mrs Entrail...

Her behaviour did seem at the time to me, who was after all was there to see, to be a little odd

And at the line, it's Mrs. Casey who's got it by a short head from Mrs. Penguin in second place, Mrs. Parkinson in third, Mrs. Rudd, Mrs. Colyer, Ms. Warner, and there's lady who 'does' for Mrs. Entrail who's remained unswapped. :wtf:

Likes games, eh? Knew she would, knew she would. Likes games, eh? She's been around a bit, been around?

Oh yeah, yeah. I'll be able to look after 'er all right sport, eh, know what I mean, eh emggh!

All right, I'm only five foot ten. All right, my posture is bad, all right, I slump in my chair. But I've had more women than either of you two! I've had half bloody Norway!

But there's one in Trondheim who can put her....

Now then Citizen, when did you first start finding difficult to finish sentences? It must be awful. Our method is to reassure the patient by recreating normal conditions. :bitchslap:

Normally considered slow, he's incredibly fast as he wanders aimlessly around.

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high over vales and hills

When all at once I saw a crowd

A host of golden worker ants

Hello formicidophiles! Before the blood and guts that you're waiting to see, let's have a look at the anatomy of the little Citizen.

It's perfectly easy for somebody just to come along here to TRF simply claiming that they have a bit to spare in the botty department, but the point is Mr. Citizen, New World Women need proof. :popcorn:

:moon: Tudsz irányítani az állomásra?
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In fact, I think you're six foot five, aren't you, Ibanez? :tsk:

The entrance to this thread is guarded by an Ibanez so foul, so cruel that no man yet has fought with him and lived! Bones of four fifty men lie strewn about his lair. So, brave Citizen and blackhawkrush, if you do doubt your courage or your strength, come no further, for death awaits you both with nasty big pointy teeth.

But what of IbanezJem, the most fearfully dangerous man in the world! The man who could destroy entire galaxies with his wrist, the man who could tear fruit machines apart with his eyeballs... He had not been idle! In fact he had fallen in love... with the lady who 'does' for Mrs Entrail...

Her behaviour did seem at the time to me, who was after all was there to see, to be a little odd

And at the line, it's Mrs. Casey who's got it by a short head from Mrs. Penguin in second place, Mrs. Parkinson in third, Mrs. Rudd, Mrs. Colyer, Ms. Warner, and there's lady who 'does' for Mrs. Entrail who's remained unswapped. :wtf:

Likes games, eh? Knew she would, knew she would. Likes games, eh? She's been around a bit, been around?

Oh yeah, yeah. I'll be able to look after 'er all right sport, eh, know what I mean, eh emggh!

All right, I'm only five foot ten. All right, my posture is bad, all right, I slump in my chair. But I've had more women than either of you two! I've had half bloody Norway!

But there's one in Trondheim who can put her....

Now then Citizen, when did you first start finding difficult to finish sentences? It must be awful. Our method is to reassure the patient by recreating normal conditions. :bitchslap:

Normally considered slow, he's incredibly fast as he wanders aimlessly around.

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high over vales and hills

When all at once I saw a crowd

A host of golden worker ants

Hello formicidophiles! Before the blood and guts that you're waiting to see, let's have a look at the anatomy of the little Citizen.

It's perfectly easy for somebody just to come along here to TRF simply claiming that they have a bit to spare in the botty department, but the point is Mr. Citizen, New World Women need proof. :popcorn:

:moon: Tudsz irányítani az állomásra?

Non conosgeve parliamente, signor devo me parlo sono Irallano di Napoil quando il habitare de Milano.
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In fact, I think you're six foot five, aren't you, Ibanez? :tsk:

The entrance to this thread is guarded by an Ibanez so foul, so cruel that no man yet has fought with him and lived! Bones of four fifty men lie strewn about his lair. So, brave Citizen and blackhawkrush, if you do doubt your courage or your strength, come no further, for death awaits you both with nasty big pointy teeth.

But what of IbanezJem, the most fearfully dangerous man in the world! The man who could destroy entire galaxies with his wrist, the man who could tear fruit machines apart with his eyeballs... He had not been idle! In fact he had fallen in love... with the lady who 'does' for Mrs Entrail...

Her behaviour did seem at the time to me, who was after all was there to see, to be a little odd

And at the line, it's Mrs. Casey who's got it by a short head from Mrs. Penguin in second place, Mrs. Parkinson in third, Mrs. Rudd, Mrs. Colyer, Ms. Warner, and there's lady who 'does' for Mrs. Entrail who's remained unswapped. :wtf:

Likes games, eh? Knew she would, knew she would. Likes games, eh? She's been around a bit, been around?

Oh yeah, yeah. I'll be able to look after 'er all right sport, eh, know what I mean, eh emggh!

All right, I'm only five foot ten. All right, my posture is bad, all right, I slump in my chair. But I've had more women than either of you two! I've had half bloody Norway!

But there's one in Trondheim who can put her....

Now then Citizen, when did you first start finding difficult to finish sentences? It must be awful. Our method is to reassure the patient by recreating normal conditions. :bitchslap:

Normally considered slow, he's incredibly fast as he wanders aimlessly around.

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high over vales and hills

When all at once I saw a crowd

A host of golden worker ants

Hello formicidophiles! Before the blood and guts that you're waiting to see, let's have a look at the anatomy of the little Citizen.

It's perfectly easy for somebody just to come along here to TRF simply claiming that they have a bit to spare in the botty department, but the point is Mr. Citizen, New World Women need proof. :popcorn:

:moon: Tudsz irányítani az állomásra?

Non conosgeve parliamente, signor devo me parlo sono Irallano di Napoil quando il habitare de Milano.

Shut up you eyeties!
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In fact, I think you're six foot five, aren't you, Ibanez? :tsk:

The entrance to this thread is guarded by an Ibanez so foul, so cruel that no man yet has fought with him and lived! Bones of four fifty men lie strewn about his lair. So, brave Citizen and blackhawkrush, if you do doubt your courage or your strength, come no further, for death awaits you both with nasty big pointy teeth.

But what of IbanezJem, the most fearfully dangerous man in the world! The man who could destroy entire galaxies with his wrist, the man who could tear fruit machines apart with his eyeballs... He had not been idle! In fact he had fallen in love... with the lady who 'does' for Mrs Entrail...

Her behaviour did seem at the time to me, who was after all was there to see, to be a little odd

And at the line, it's Mrs. Casey who's got it by a short head from Mrs. Penguin in second place, Mrs. Parkinson in third, Mrs. Rudd, Mrs. Colyer, Ms. Warner, and there's lady who 'does' for Mrs. Entrail who's remained unswapped. :wtf:

Likes games, eh? Knew she would, knew she would. Likes games, eh? She's been around a bit, been around?

Oh yeah, yeah. I'll be able to look after 'er all right sport, eh, know what I mean, eh emggh!

All right, I'm only five foot ten. All right, my posture is bad, all right, I slump in my chair. But I've had more women than either of you two! I've had half bloody Norway!

But there's one in Trondheim who can put her....

Now then Citizen, when did you first start finding difficult to finish sentences? It must be awful. Our method is to reassure the patient by recreating normal conditions. :bitchslap:

Normally considered slow, he's incredibly fast as he wanders aimlessly around.

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high over vales and hills

When all at once I saw a crowd

A host of golden worker ants

Hello formicidophiles! Before the blood and guts that you're waiting to see, let's have a look at the anatomy of the little Citizen.

It's perfectly easy for somebody just to come along here to TRF simply claiming that they have a bit to spare in the botty department, but the point is Mr. Citizen, New World Women need proof. :popcorn:

:moon: Tudsz irányítani az állomásra?

Non conosgeve parliamente, signor devo me parlo sono Irallano di Napoil quando il habitare de Milano.

Shut up you eyeties!

Who is-a Geoff Boycott?
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In fact, I think you're six foot five, aren't you, Ibanez? :tsk:

The entrance to this thread is guarded by an Ibanez so foul, so cruel that no man yet has fought with him and lived! Bones of four fifty men lie strewn about his lair. So, brave Citizen and blackhawkrush, if you do doubt your courage or your strength, come no further, for death awaits you both with nasty big pointy teeth.

But what of IbanezJem, the most fearfully dangerous man in the world! The man who could destroy entire galaxies with his wrist, the man who could tear fruit machines apart with his eyeballs... He had not been idle! In fact he had fallen in love... with the lady who 'does' for Mrs Entrail...

Her behaviour did seem at the time to me, who was after all was there to see, to be a little odd

And at the line, it's Mrs. Casey who's got it by a short head from Mrs. Penguin in second place, Mrs. Parkinson in third, Mrs. Rudd, Mrs. Colyer, Ms. Warner, and there's lady who 'does' for Mrs. Entrail who's remained unswapped. :wtf:

Likes games, eh? Knew she would, knew she would. Likes games, eh? She's been around a bit, been around?

Oh yeah, yeah. I'll be able to look after 'er all right sport, eh, know what I mean, eh emggh!

All right, I'm only five foot ten. All right, my posture is bad, all right, I slump in my chair. But I've had more women than either of you two! I've had half bloody Norway!

But there's one in Trondheim who can put her....

Now then Citizen, when did you first start finding difficult to finish sentences? It must be awful. Our method is to reassure the patient by recreating normal conditions. :bitchslap:

Normally considered slow, he's incredibly fast as he wanders aimlessly around.

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high over vales and hills

When all at once I saw a crowd

A host of golden worker ants

Hello formicidophiles! Before the blood and guts that you're waiting to see, let's have a look at the anatomy of the little Citizen.

It's perfectly easy for somebody just to come along here to TRF simply claiming that they have a bit to spare in the botty department, but the point is Mr. Citizen, New World Women need proof. :popcorn:

:moon: Tudsz irányítani az állomásra?

Non conosgeve parliamente, signor devo me parlo sono Irallano di Napoil quando il habitare de Milano.

Shut up you eyeties!

Who is-a Geoff Boycott?

the Swedish mammal abuser and part-time radiator.
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In fact, I think you're six foot five, aren't you, Ibanez? :tsk:

The entrance to this thread is guarded by an Ibanez so foul, so cruel that no man yet has fought with him and lived! Bones of four fifty men lie strewn about his lair. So, brave Citizen and blackhawkrush, if you do doubt your courage or your strength, come no further, for death awaits you both with nasty big pointy teeth.

But what of IbanezJem, the most fearfully dangerous man in the world! The man who could destroy entire galaxies with his wrist, the man who could tear fruit machines apart with his eyeballs... He had not been idle! In fact he had fallen in love... with the lady who 'does' for Mrs Entrail...

Her behaviour did seem at the time to me, who was after all was there to see, to be a little odd

And at the line, it's Mrs. Casey who's got it by a short head from Mrs. Penguin in second place, Mrs. Parkinson in third, Mrs. Rudd, Mrs. Colyer, Ms. Warner, and there's lady who 'does' for Mrs. Entrail who's remained unswapped. :wtf:

Likes games, eh? Knew she would, knew she would. Likes games, eh? She's been around a bit, been around?

Oh yeah, yeah. I'll be able to look after 'er all right sport, eh, know what I mean, eh emggh!

All right, I'm only five foot ten. All right, my posture is bad, all right, I slump in my chair. But I've had more women than either of you two! I've had half bloody Norway!

But there's one in Trondheim who can put her....

Now then Citizen, when did you first start finding difficult to finish sentences? It must be awful. Our method is to reassure the patient by recreating normal conditions. :bitchslap:

Normally considered slow, he's incredibly fast as he wanders aimlessly around.

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high over vales and hills

When all at once I saw a crowd

A host of golden worker ants

Hello formicidophiles! Before the blood and guts that you're waiting to see, let's have a look at the anatomy of the little Citizen.

It's perfectly easy for somebody just to come along here to TRF simply claiming that they have a bit to spare in the botty department, but the point is Mr. Citizen, New World Women need proof. :popcorn:

:moon: Tudsz irányítani az állomásra?

Non conosgeve parliamente, signor devo me parlo sono Irallano di Napoil quando il habitare de Milano.

Shut up you eyeties!

Who is-a Geoff Boycott?

the Swedish mammal abuser and part-time radiator.

Yes, that's true. But to be perfectly frank I... I like my meat a little more lean. I'd rather eat blackhawkrush.
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