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Two civilian gentlemen to see you, sir! Mr. Dino Vercotti :cool: and Mr. Luigi Vercotti. :cool:

Oh, oh. I see. I thought, I thought you were the er . .. I like the police a lot, I've got a lot of time for them.

I'd also like to say sorry to the police, for putting them to so much trouble for the literally hours of work they've had to put in, collecting evidence and identifying corpses and so forth.

Just what kind of magic are the police introducing into their crime prevention techniques? :bitchslap:

Is it true that the police are using dachshunds to combat the crime wave? And can the head of the Vice Squad turn himself into an albatross whenever he wants to?

It's a bird, innit? It's a bloody sea bird, it's not any bloody flavor. Albatross! :chickendance:

Excuse me! Coo-eee! Err, can you put it in the kitchen?

:yes: You can't eat that raw.

Yes! It wouldn't keep still, wriggling about howling its head off.

Episode two of "The Death of Mary, Queen of Scots", can be heard on Radio Four almost immediately. :blah:

Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Zero! Right!

Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out!
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Two civilian gentlemen to see you, sir! Mr. Dino Vercotti :cool: and Mr. Luigi Vercotti. :cool:

Oh, oh. I see. I thought, I thought you were the er . .. I like the police a lot, I've got a lot of time for them.

I'd also like to say sorry to the police, for putting them to so much trouble for the literally hours of work they've had to put in, collecting evidence and identifying corpses and so forth.

Just what kind of magic are the police introducing into their crime prevention techniques? :bitchslap:

Is it true that the police are using dachshunds to combat the crime wave? And can the head of the Vice Squad turn himself into an albatross whenever he wants to?

It's a bird, innit? It's a bloody sea bird, it's not any bloody flavor. Albatross! :chickendance:

Excuse me! Coo-eee! Err, can you put it in the kitchen?

:yes: You can't eat that raw.

Yes! It wouldn't keep still, wriggling about howling its head off.

Episode two of "The Death of Mary, Queen of Scots", can be heard on Radio Four almost immediately. :blah:

Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Zero! Right!

Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out!

Look, two people :unsure: three people have just fallen past that window.
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Two civilian gentlemen to see you, sir! Mr. Dino Vercotti :cool: and Mr. Luigi Vercotti. :cool:

Oh, oh. I see. I thought, I thought you were the er . .. I like the police a lot, I've got a lot of time for them.

I'd also like to say sorry to the police, for putting them to so much trouble for the literally hours of work they've had to put in, collecting evidence and identifying corpses and so forth.

Just what kind of magic are the police introducing into their crime prevention techniques? :bitchslap:

Is it true that the police are using dachshunds to combat the crime wave? And can the head of the Vice Squad turn himself into an albatross whenever he wants to?

It's a bird, innit? It's a bloody sea bird, it's not any bloody flavor. Albatross! :chickendance:

Excuse me! Coo-eee! Err, can you put it in the kitchen?

:yes: You can't eat that raw.

Yes! It wouldn't keep still, wriggling about howling its head off.

Episode two of "The Death of Mary, Queen of Scots", can be heard on Radio Four almost immediately. :blah:

Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Zero! Right!

Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out!

Look, two people :unsure: three people have just fallen past that window.

At nine o'clock tomorrow morning, armed only with your sword, you must go to the highest tower in the castle, and jump out of the window.
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Two civilian gentlemen to see you, sir! Mr. Dino Vercotti :cool: and Mr. Luigi Vercotti. :cool:

Oh, oh. I see. I thought, I thought you were the er . .. I like the police a lot, I've got a lot of time for them.

I'd also like to say sorry to the police, for putting them to so much trouble for the literally hours of work they've had to put in, collecting evidence and identifying corpses and so forth.

Just what kind of magic are the police introducing into their crime prevention techniques? :bitchslap:

Is it true that the police are using dachshunds to combat the crime wave? And can the head of the Vice Squad turn himself into an albatross whenever he wants to?

It's a bird, innit? It's a bloody sea bird, it's not any bloody flavor. Albatross! :chickendance:

Excuse me! Coo-eee! Err, can you put it in the kitchen?

:yes: You can't eat that raw.

Yes! It wouldn't keep still, wriggling about howling its head off.

Episode two of "The Death of Mary, Queen of Scots", can be heard on Radio Four almost immediately. :blah:

Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Zero! Right!

Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out!

Look, two people :unsure: three people have just fallen past that window.

At nine o'clock tomorrow morning, armed only with your sword, you must go to the highest tower in the castle, and jump out of the window.

And what routes will you both be taking? :madra: :madra:
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Two civilian gentlemen to see you, sir! Mr. Dino Vercotti :cool: and Mr. Luigi Vercotti. :cool:

Oh, oh. I see. I thought, I thought you were the er . .. I like the police a lot, I've got a lot of time for them.

I'd also like to say sorry to the police, for putting them to so much trouble for the literally hours of work they've had to put in, collecting evidence and identifying corpses and so forth.

Just what kind of magic are the police introducing into their crime prevention techniques? :bitchslap:

Is it true that the police are using dachshunds to combat the crime wave? And can the head of the Vice Squad turn himself into an albatross whenever he wants to?

It's a bird, innit? It's a bloody sea bird, it's not any bloody flavor. Albatross! :chickendance:

Excuse me! Coo-eee! Err, can you put it in the kitchen?

:yes: You can't eat that raw.

Yes! It wouldn't keep still, wriggling about howling its head off.

Episode two of "The Death of Mary, Queen of Scots", can be heard on Radio Four almost immediately. :blah:

Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Zero! Right!

Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out!

Look, two people :unsure: three people have just fallen past that window.

At nine o'clock tomorrow morning, armed only with your sword, you must go to the highest tower in the castle, and jump out of the window.

And what routes will you both be taking? :madra: :madra:

Dip, dip, dip, my little ship sails on the ocean, you are... no wait, wait a minute, no I, I must have missed out a dip. I'll start again. Dip, dip, dip, dip, my little ship, sails on the ocean, you are... no, this is not working out. It's not working out. What shall we do?
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Two civilian gentlemen to see you, sir! Mr. Dino Vercotti :cool: and Mr. Luigi Vercotti. :cool:

Oh, oh. I see. I thought, I thought you were the er . .. I like the police a lot, I've got a lot of time for them.

I'd also like to say sorry to the police, for putting them to so much trouble for the literally hours of work they've had to put in, collecting evidence and identifying corpses and so forth.

Just what kind of magic are the police introducing into their crime prevention techniques? :bitchslap:

Is it true that the police are using dachshunds to combat the crime wave? And can the head of the Vice Squad turn himself into an albatross whenever he wants to?

It's a bird, innit? It's a bloody sea bird, it's not any bloody flavor. Albatross! :chickendance:

Excuse me! Coo-eee! Err, can you put it in the kitchen?

:yes: You can't eat that raw.

Yes! It wouldn't keep still, wriggling about howling its head off.

Episode two of "The Death of Mary, Queen of Scots", can be heard on Radio Four almost immediately. :blah:

Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Zero! Right!

Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out!

Look, two people :unsure: three people have just fallen past that window.

At nine o'clock tomorrow morning, armed only with your sword, you must go to the highest tower in the castle, and jump out of the window.

And what routes will you both be taking? :madra: :madra:

Dip, dip, dip, my little ship sails on the ocean, you are... no wait, wait a minute, no I, I must have missed out a dip. I'll start again. Dip, dip, dip, dip, my little ship, sails on the ocean, you are... no, this is not working out. It's not working out. What shall we do?

What a funny little chap. But Porky IbanezJem's one of the lucky ones. He survived the urban upheaval of the thirties and forties. :fistbump:
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Two civilian gentlemen to see you, sir! Mr. Dino Vercotti :cool: and Mr. Luigi Vercotti. :cool:

Oh, oh. I see. I thought, I thought you were the er . .. I like the police a lot, I've got a lot of time for them.

I'd also like to say sorry to the police, for putting them to so much trouble for the literally hours of work they've had to put in, collecting evidence and identifying corpses and so forth.

Just what kind of magic are the police introducing into their crime prevention techniques? :bitchslap:

Is it true that the police are using dachshunds to combat the crime wave? And can the head of the Vice Squad turn himself into an albatross whenever he wants to?

It's a bird, innit? It's a bloody sea bird, it's not any bloody flavor. Albatross! :chickendance:

Excuse me! Coo-eee! Err, can you put it in the kitchen?

:yes: You can't eat that raw.

Yes! It wouldn't keep still, wriggling about howling its head off.

Episode two of "The Death of Mary, Queen of Scots", can be heard on Radio Four almost immediately. :blah:

Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Zero! Right!

Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out!

Look, two people :unsure: three people have just fallen past that window.

At nine o'clock tomorrow morning, armed only with your sword, you must go to the highest tower in the castle, and jump out of the window.

And what routes will you both be taking? :madra: :madra:

Dip, dip, dip, my little ship sails on the ocean, you are... no wait, wait a minute, no I, I must have missed out a dip. I'll start again. Dip, dip, dip, dip, my little ship, sails on the ocean, you are... no, this is not working out. It's not working out. What shall we do?

What a funny little chap. But Porky IbanezJem's one of the lucky ones. He survived the urban upheaval of the thirties and forties. :fistbump:

He led the Ironside Cavalry at Marston Moor in 1644 and won, then he founded the new model army and praise be, beat the Cavaliers at Naseby.
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Two civilian gentlemen to see you, sir! Mr. Dino Vercotti :cool: and Mr. Luigi Vercotti. :cool:

Oh, oh. I see. I thought, I thought you were the er . .. I like the police a lot, I've got a lot of time for them.

I'd also like to say sorry to the police, for putting them to so much trouble for the literally hours of work they've had to put in, collecting evidence and identifying corpses and so forth.

Just what kind of magic are the police introducing into their crime prevention techniques? :bitchslap:

Is it true that the police are using dachshunds to combat the crime wave? And can the head of the Vice Squad turn himself into an albatross whenever he wants to?

It's a bird, innit? It's a bloody sea bird, it's not any bloody flavor. Albatross! :chickendance:

Excuse me! Coo-eee! Err, can you put it in the kitchen?

:yes: You can't eat that raw.

Yes! It wouldn't keep still, wriggling about howling its head off.

Episode two of "The Death of Mary, Queen of Scots", can be heard on Radio Four almost immediately. :blah:

Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Zero! Right!

Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out!

Look, two people :unsure: three people have just fallen past that window.

At nine o'clock tomorrow morning, armed only with your sword, you must go to the highest tower in the castle, and jump out of the window.

And what routes will you both be taking? :madra: :madra:

Dip, dip, dip, my little ship sails on the ocean, you are... no wait, wait a minute, no I, I must have missed out a dip. I'll start again. Dip, dip, dip, dip, my little ship, sails on the ocean, you are... no, this is not working out. It's not working out. What shall we do?

What a funny little chap. But Porky IbanezJem's one of the lucky ones. He survived the urban upheaval of the thirties and forties. :fistbump:

He led the Ironside Cavalry at Marston Moor in 1644 and won, then he founded the new model army and praise be, beat the Cavaliers at Naseby.

The battle raged long and hard, but as night fell IbanezJem overcame the Spaniards. 6,000 copies of 'Tits and Bums' and 4,000 copies of 'Shower Sheila' were seized that day. The tide of Spanish porn was stemmed. Sir IbanezJem returned to London in triumph.
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Two civilian gentlemen to see you, sir! Mr. Dino Vercotti :cool: and Mr. Luigi Vercotti. :cool:

Oh, oh. I see. I thought, I thought you were the er . .. I like the police a lot, I've got a lot of time for them.

I'd also like to say sorry to the police, for putting them to so much trouble for the literally hours of work they've had to put in, collecting evidence and identifying corpses and so forth.

Just what kind of magic are the police introducing into their crime prevention techniques? :bitchslap:

Is it true that the police are using dachshunds to combat the crime wave? And can the head of the Vice Squad turn himself into an albatross whenever he wants to?

It's a bird, innit? It's a bloody sea bird, it's not any bloody flavor. Albatross! :chickendance:

Excuse me! Coo-eee! Err, can you put it in the kitchen?

:yes: You can't eat that raw.

Yes! It wouldn't keep still, wriggling about howling its head off.

Episode two of "The Death of Mary, Queen of Scots", can be heard on Radio Four almost immediately. :blah:

Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Zero! Right!

Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out!

Look, two people :unsure: three people have just fallen past that window.

At nine o'clock tomorrow morning, armed only with your sword, you must go to the highest tower in the castle, and jump out of the window.

And what routes will you both be taking? :madra: :madra:

Dip, dip, dip, my little ship sails on the ocean, you are... no wait, wait a minute, no I, I must have missed out a dip. I'll start again. Dip, dip, dip, dip, my little ship, sails on the ocean, you are... no, this is not working out. It's not working out. What shall we do?

What a funny little chap. But Porky IbanezJem's one of the lucky ones. He survived the urban upheaval of the thirties and forties. :fistbump:

He led the Ironside Cavalry at Marston Moor in 1644 and won, then he founded the new model army and praise be, beat the Cavaliers at Naseby.

The battle raged long and hard, but as night fell IbanezJem overcame the Spaniards. 6,000 copies of 'Tits and Bums' and 4,000 copies of 'Shower Sheila' were seized that day. The tide of Spanish porn was stemmed. Sir IbanezJem returned to London in triumph.

And in London, I have with me Mr. Ludovic Grayson, the man who scored all six goals in Arsenal's 1-0 victory over the Turkish champions FC Botty. :notworthy:
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Two civilian gentlemen to see you, sir! Mr. Dino Vercotti :cool: and Mr. Luigi Vercotti. :cool:

Oh, oh. I see. I thought, I thought you were the er . .. I like the police a lot, I've got a lot of time for them.

I'd also like to say sorry to the police, for putting them to so much trouble for the literally hours of work they've had to put in, collecting evidence and identifying corpses and so forth.

Just what kind of magic are the police introducing into their crime prevention techniques? :bitchslap:

Is it true that the police are using dachshunds to combat the crime wave? And can the head of the Vice Squad turn himself into an albatross whenever he wants to?

It's a bird, innit? It's a bloody sea bird, it's not any bloody flavor. Albatross! :chickendance:

Excuse me! Coo-eee! Err, can you put it in the kitchen?

:yes: You can't eat that raw.

Yes! It wouldn't keep still, wriggling about howling its head off.

Episode two of "The Death of Mary, Queen of Scots", can be heard on Radio Four almost immediately. :blah:

Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Zero! Right!

Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out!

Look, two people :unsure: three people have just fallen past that window.

At nine o'clock tomorrow morning, armed only with your sword, you must go to the highest tower in the castle, and jump out of the window.

And what routes will you both be taking? :madra: :madra:

Dip, dip, dip, my little ship sails on the ocean, you are... no wait, wait a minute, no I, I must have missed out a dip. I'll start again. Dip, dip, dip, dip, my little ship, sails on the ocean, you are... no, this is not working out. It's not working out. What shall we do?

What a funny little chap. But Porky IbanezJem's one of the lucky ones. He survived the urban upheaval of the thirties and forties. :fistbump:

He led the Ironside Cavalry at Marston Moor in 1644 and won, then he founded the new model army and praise be, beat the Cavaliers at Naseby.

The battle raged long and hard, but as night fell IbanezJem overcame the Spaniards. 6,000 copies of 'Tits and Bums' and 4,000 copies of 'Shower Sheila' were seized that day. The tide of Spanish porn was stemmed. Sir IbanezJem returned to London in triumph.

And in London, I have with me Mr. Ludovic Grayson, the man who scored all six goals in Arsenal's 1-0 victory over the Turkish champions FC Botty. :notworthy:

There's nothing so odd about that: Kemal Ataturk had an entire menagerie called Abdul!
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Really interesting. Remember, if you're interesting and want to appear in this thread, write your name and address and your telephone number and send it to this address: The TRF, c/o 73, 2112 building, West 69. :blush: Edited by blackhawkrush
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Really interesting. Remember, if you're interesting and want to appear in this thread, write your name and address and your telephone number and send it to this address: The TRF, c/o 73, 2112 building, West 69. :blush:

but you see your report here says that you are an extremely dull person. You see, our experts describe you as an appallingly dull fellow, unimaginative, timid, lacking in initiative, spineless, easily dominated, no sense of humour, tedious company and irrepressibly drab and awful.
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Really interesting. Remember, if you're interesting and want to appear in this thread, write your name and address and your telephone number and send it to this address: The TRF, c/o 73, 2112 building, West 69. :blush:

but you see your report here says that you are an extremely dull person. You see, our experts describe you as an appallingly dull fellow, unimaginative, timid, lacking in initiative, spineless, easily dominated, no sense of humour, tedious company and irrepressibly drab and awful.

Guess what. The Minister of Aviation has made me head of the RAF Ola Pola. :P
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Really interesting. Remember, if you're interesting and want to appear in this thread, write your name and address and your telephone number and send it to this address: The TRF, c/o 73, 2112 building, West 69. :blush:

but you see your report here says that you are an extremely dull person. You see, our experts describe you as an appallingly dull fellow, unimaginative, timid, lacking in initiative, spineless, easily dominated, no sense of humour, tedious company and irrepressibly drab and awful.

Guess what. The Minister of Aviation has made me head of the RAF Ola Pola. :P

That's still not grounds for calling me Señor, or Don Beeg-les for that matter.
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Really interesting. Remember, if you're interesting and want to appear in this thread, write your name and address and your telephone number and send it to this address: The TRF, c/o 73, 2112 building, West 69. :blush:

but you see your report here says that you are an extremely dull person. You see, our experts describe you as an appallingly dull fellow, unimaginative, timid, lacking in initiative, spineless, easily dominated, no sense of humour, tedious company and irrepressibly drab and awful.

Guess what. The Minister of Aviation has made me head of the RAF Ola Pola. :P

That's still not grounds for calling me Señor, or Don Beeg-les for that matter.

Very well, signor. But I play only for you and your beautiful companion. :guitar:
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Really interesting. Remember, if you're interesting and want to appear in this thread, write your name and address and your telephone number and send it to this address: The TRF, c/o 73, 2112 building, West 69. :blush:

but you see your report here says that you are an extremely dull person. You see, our experts describe you as an appallingly dull fellow, unimaginative, timid, lacking in initiative, spineless, easily dominated, no sense of humour, tedious company and irrepressibly drab and awful.

Guess what. The Minister of Aviation has made me head of the RAF Ola Pola. :P

That's still not grounds for calling me Señor, or Don Beeg-les for that matter.

Very well, signor. But I play only for you and your beautiful companion. :guitar:

No, no, no, no... look, love, it's and... one and two and three and four, and five and six and seven and down.
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Really interesting. Remember, if you're interesting and want to appear in this thread, write your name and address and your telephone number and send it to this address: The TRF, c/o 73, 2112 building, West 69. :blush:

but you see your report here says that you are an extremely dull person. You see, our experts describe you as an appallingly dull fellow, unimaginative, timid, lacking in initiative, spineless, easily dominated, no sense of humour, tedious company and irrepressibly drab and awful.

Guess what. The Minister of Aviation has made me head of the RAF Ola Pola. :P

That's still not grounds for calling me Señor, or Don Beeg-les for that matter.

Very well, signor. But I play only for you and your beautiful companion. :guitar:

No, no, no, no... look, love, it's and... one and two and three and four, and five and six and seven and down.

Did he say eight? :sigh: What is the next number in this sequence - 2, 4, 6?
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Really interesting. Remember, if you're interesting and want to appear in this thread, write your name and address and your telephone number and send it to this address: The TRF, c/o 73, 2112 building, West 69. :blush:

but you see your report here says that you are an extremely dull person. You see, our experts describe you as an appallingly dull fellow, unimaginative, timid, lacking in initiative, spineless, easily dominated, no sense of humour, tedious company and irrepressibly drab and awful.

Guess what. The Minister of Aviation has made me head of the RAF Ola Pola. :P

That's still not grounds for calling me Señor, or Don Beeg-les for that matter.

Very well, signor. But I play only for you and your beautiful companion. :guitar:

No, no, no, no... look, love, it's and... one and two and three and four, and five and six and seven and down.

Did he say eight? :sigh: What is the next number in this sequence - 2, 4, 6?

Ten?! Are you trying to insult me?! Me, with a poor dying grandmother?! Ten?!
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Really interesting. Remember, if you're interesting and want to appear in this thread, write your name and address and your telephone number and send it to this address: The TRF, c/o 73, 2112 building, West 69. :blush:

but you see your report here says that you are an extremely dull person. You see, our experts describe you as an appallingly dull fellow, unimaginative, timid, lacking in initiative, spineless, easily dominated, no sense of humour, tedious company and irrepressibly drab and awful.

Guess what. The Minister of Aviation has made me head of the RAF Ola Pola. :P

That's still not grounds for calling me Señor, or Don Beeg-les for that matter.

Very well, signor. But I play only for you and your beautiful companion. :guitar:

No, no, no, no... look, love, it's and... one and two and three and four, and five and six and seven and down.

Did he say eight? :sigh: What is the next number in this sequence - 2, 4, 6?

Ten?! Are you trying to insult me?! Me, with a poor dying grandmother?! Ten?!

I'm sorry. But I love money. All money. I've always wanted money. To handle. To touch! :drool:
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Really interesting. Remember, if you're interesting and want to appear in this thread, write your name and address and your telephone number and send it to this address: The TRF, c/o 73, 2112 building, West 69. :blush:

but you see your report here says that you are an extremely dull person. You see, our experts describe you as an appallingly dull fellow, unimaginative, timid, lacking in initiative, spineless, easily dominated, no sense of humour, tedious company and irrepressibly drab and awful.

Guess what. The Minister of Aviation has made me head of the RAF Ola Pola. :P

That's still not grounds for calling me Señor, or Don Beeg-les for that matter.

Very well, signor. But I play only for you and your beautiful companion. :guitar:

No, no, no, no... look, love, it's and... one and two and three and four, and five and six and seven and down.

Did he say eight? :sigh: What is the next number in this sequence - 2, 4, 6?

Ten?! Are you trying to insult me?! Me, with a poor dying grandmother?! Ten?!

I'm sorry. But I love money. All money. I've always wanted money. To handle. To touch! :drool:

Well l've been in the city for thirty years and I've never once regretted being a nasty, greedy, cold-hearted, avaricious, money-grabber... Conservative.
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Really interesting. Remember, if you're interesting and want to appear in this thread, write your name and address and your telephone number and send it to this address: The TRF, c/o 73, 2112 building, West 69. :blush:

but you see your report here says that you are an extremely dull person. You see, our experts describe you as an appallingly dull fellow, unimaginative, timid, lacking in initiative, spineless, easily dominated, no sense of humour, tedious company and irrepressibly drab and awful.

Guess what. The Minister of Aviation has made me head of the RAF Ola Pola. :P

That's still not grounds for calling me Señor, or Don Beeg-les for that matter.

Very well, signor. But I play only for you and your beautiful companion. :guitar:

No, no, no, no... look, love, it's and... one and two and three and four, and five and six and seven and down.

Did he say eight? :sigh: What is the next number in this sequence - 2, 4, 6?

Ten?! Are you trying to insult me?! Me, with a poor dying grandmother?! Ten?!

I'm sorry. But I love money. All money. I've always wanted money. To handle. To touch! :drool:

Well l've been in the city for thirty years and I've never once regretted being a nasty, greedy, cold-hearted, avaricious, money-grabber... Conservative.

Well speaking as the Conservative candidate I just drone on and on and on...never letting anyone else get a word in edgeways, until I start foaming at the mouth and fall over backwards.
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Really interesting. Remember, if you're interesting and want to appear in this thread, write your name and address and your telephone number and send it to this address: The TRF, c/o 73, 2112 building, West 69. :blush:

but you see your report here says that you are an extremely dull person. You see, our experts describe you as an appallingly dull fellow, unimaginative, timid, lacking in initiative, spineless, easily dominated, no sense of humour, tedious company and irrepressibly drab and awful.

Guess what. The Minister of Aviation has made me head of the RAF Ola Pola. :P

That's still not grounds for calling me Señor, or Don Beeg-les for that matter.

Very well, signor. But I play only for you and your beautiful companion. :guitar:

No, no, no, no... look, love, it's and... one and two and three and four, and five and six and seven and down.

Did he say eight? :sigh: What is the next number in this sequence - 2, 4, 6?

Ten?! Are you trying to insult me?! Me, with a poor dying grandmother?! Ten?!

I'm sorry. But I love money. All money. I've always wanted money. To handle. To touch! :drool:

Well l've been in the city for thirty years and I've never once regretted being a nasty, greedy, cold-hearted, avaricious, money-grabber... Conservative.

Well speaking as the Conservative candidate I just drone on and on and on...never letting anyone else get a word in edgeways, until I start foaming at the mouth and fall over backwards.

1929. Stanley Baldwin's Conservative Government is defeated and Ramsay MacDonald becomes, for the second time, Prime Minister of England. :whipgirl: My, it's hot in here.
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Really interesting. Remember, if you're interesting and want to appear in this thread, write your name and address and your telephone number and send it to this address: The TRF, c/o 73, 2112 building, West 69. :blush:

but you see your report here says that you are an extremely dull person. You see, our experts describe you as an appallingly dull fellow, unimaginative, timid, lacking in initiative, spineless, easily dominated, no sense of humour, tedious company and irrepressibly drab and awful.

Guess what. The Minister of Aviation has made me head of the RAF Ola Pola. :P

That's still not grounds for calling me Señor, or Don Beeg-les for that matter.

Very well, signor. But I play only for you and your beautiful companion. :guitar:

No, no, no, no... look, love, it's and... one and two and three and four, and five and six and seven and down.

Did he say eight? :sigh: What is the next number in this sequence - 2, 4, 6?

Ten?! Are you trying to insult me?! Me, with a poor dying grandmother?! Ten?!

I'm sorry. But I love money. All money. I've always wanted money. To handle. To touch! :drool:

Well l've been in the city for thirty years and I've never once regretted being a nasty, greedy, cold-hearted, avaricious, money-grabber... Conservative.

Well speaking as the Conservative candidate I just drone on and on and on...never letting anyone else get a word in edgeways, until I start foaming at the mouth and fall over backwards.

1929. Stanley Baldwin's Conservative Government is defeated and Ramsay MacDonald becomes, for the second time, Prime Minister of England. :whipgirl: My, it's hot in here.

Oh, you have suffered much! You are delirious! Sir Blackhawkrush! You would not be so ungallant as to refuse our hospitality?
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Really interesting. Remember, if you're interesting and want to appear in this thread, write your name and address and your telephone number and send it to this address: The TRF, c/o 73, 2112 building, West 69. :blush:

but you see your report here says that you are an extremely dull person. You see, our experts describe you as an appallingly dull fellow, unimaginative, timid, lacking in initiative, spineless, easily dominated, no sense of humour, tedious company and irrepressibly drab and awful.

Guess what. The Minister of Aviation has made me head of the RAF Ola Pola. :P

That's still not grounds for calling me Señor, or Don Beeg-les for that matter.

Very well, signor. But I play only for you and your beautiful companion. :guitar:

No, no, no, no... look, love, it's and... one and two and three and four, and five and six and seven and down.

Did he say eight? :sigh: What is the next number in this sequence - 2, 4, 6?

Ten?! Are you trying to insult me?! Me, with a poor dying grandmother?! Ten?!

I'm sorry. But I love money. All money. I've always wanted money. To handle. To touch! :drool:

Well l've been in the city for thirty years and I've never once regretted being a nasty, greedy, cold-hearted, avaricious, money-grabber... Conservative.

Well speaking as the Conservative candidate I just drone on and on and on...never letting anyone else get a word in edgeways, until I start foaming at the mouth and fall over backwards.

1929. Stanley Baldwin's Conservative Government is defeated and Ramsay MacDonald becomes, for the second time, Prime Minister of England. :whipgirl: My, it's hot in here.

Oh, you have suffered much! You are delirious! Sir Blackhawkrush! You would not be so ungallant as to refuse our hospitality?

I'll get it. It'll be friends of mine. I took the liberty of inviting them along. They're very broad-minded. :smoke: :joker: :blaze:
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Really interesting. Remember, if you're interesting and want to appear in this thread, write your name and address and your telephone number and send it to this address: The TRF, c/o 73, 2112 building, West 69. :blush:

but you see your report here says that you are an extremely dull person. You see, our experts describe you as an appallingly dull fellow, unimaginative, timid, lacking in initiative, spineless, easily dominated, no sense of humour, tedious company and irrepressibly drab and awful.

Guess what. The Minister of Aviation has made me head of the RAF Ola Pola. :P

That's still not grounds for calling me Señor, or Don Beeg-les for that matter.

Very well, signor. But I play only for you and your beautiful companion. :guitar:

No, no, no, no... look, love, it's and... one and two and three and four, and five and six and seven and down.

Did he say eight? :sigh: What is the next number in this sequence - 2, 4, 6?

Ten?! Are you trying to insult me?! Me, with a poor dying grandmother?! Ten?!

I'm sorry. But I love money. All money. I've always wanted money. To handle. To touch! :drool:

Well l've been in the city for thirty years and I've never once regretted being a nasty, greedy, cold-hearted, avaricious, money-grabber... Conservative.

Well speaking as the Conservative candidate I just drone on and on and on...never letting anyone else get a word in edgeways, until I start foaming at the mouth and fall over backwards.

1929. Stanley Baldwin's Conservative Government is defeated and Ramsay MacDonald becomes, for the second time, Prime Minister of England. :whipgirl: My, it's hot in here.

Oh, you have suffered much! You are delirious! Sir Blackhawkrush! You would not be so ungallant as to refuse our hospitality?

I'll get it. It'll be friends of mine. I took the liberty of inviting them along. They're very broad-minded. :smoke: :joker: :blaze:

The human brain is like an enormous fish; it is flat and slimy and has gills through which it can see.
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