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My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent. :codger:

Ooh. Proper little mummy's boy, aren't we? Well, I'll tell you something, my fine friend, if you fracture a tibia here you keep quiet about it! Look at him! He's broken both his arms and he don't go shouting about it, do he? No! 'Cos he's a man. :tsk:

:no: From now on I want you all to call me Loretta!

What a beautiful name. What a beautiful, beautiful name

Nigel Incubator-Jones. :wub:

Well look, I'll phone the bishop and see if we can get the Abbey... :)

Heavens, it's my lucky day, isn't it. All right, but you'll have to wait until I've married these two, sir.

I just want to make sure that you'll be able to look after my daughter. :bitchslap:
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My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent. :codger:

Ooh. Proper little mummy's boy, aren't we? Well, I'll tell you something, my fine friend, if you fracture a tibia here you keep quiet about it! Look at him! He's broken both his arms and he don't go shouting about it, do he? No! 'Cos he's a man. :tsk:

:no: From now on I want you all to call me Loretta!

What a beautiful name. What a beautiful, beautiful name

Nigel Incubator-Jones. :wub:

Well look, I'll phone the bishop and see if we can get the Abbey... :)

Heavens, it's my lucky day, isn't it. All right, but you'll have to wait until I've married these two, sir.

I just want to make sure that you'll be able to look after my daughter. :bitchslap:

does she, er, does she 'go' - eh? eh? eh? Know what I mean, know what I mean? Nudge nudge. Say no more.
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My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent. :codger:

Ooh. Proper little mummy's boy, aren't we? Well, I'll tell you something, my fine friend, if you fracture a tibia here you keep quiet about it! Look at him! He's broken both his arms and he don't go shouting about it, do he? No! 'Cos he's a man. :tsk:

:no: From now on I want you all to call me Loretta!

What a beautiful name. What a beautiful, beautiful name

Nigel Incubator-Jones. :wub:

Well look, I'll phone the bishop and see if we can get the Abbey... :)

Heavens, it's my lucky day, isn't it. All right, but you'll have to wait until I've married these two, sir.

I just want to make sure that you'll be able to look after my daughter. :bitchslap:

does she, er, does she 'go' - eh? eh? eh? Know what I mean, know what I mean? Nudge nudge. Say no more.

Why are you always on about women, Stan? :coy:
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My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent. :codger:

Ooh. Proper little mummy's boy, aren't we? Well, I'll tell you something, my fine friend, if you fracture a tibia here you keep quiet about it! Look at him! He's broken both his arms and he don't go shouting about it, do he? No! 'Cos he's a man. :tsk:

:no: From now on I want you all to call me Loretta!

What a beautiful name. What a beautiful, beautiful name

Nigel Incubator-Jones. :wub:

Well look, I'll phone the bishop and see if we can get the Abbey... :)

Heavens, it's my lucky day, isn't it. All right, but you'll have to wait until I've married these two, sir.

I just want to make sure that you'll be able to look after my daughter. :bitchslap:

does she, er, does she 'go' - eh? eh? eh? Know what I mean, know what I mean? Nudge nudge. Say no more.

Why are you always on about women, Stan? :coy:

I like tits!
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My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent. :codger:

Ooh. Proper little mummy's boy, aren't we? Well, I'll tell you something, my fine friend, if you fracture a tibia here you keep quiet about it! Look at him! He's broken both his arms and he don't go shouting about it, do he? No! 'Cos he's a man. :tsk:

:no: From now on I want you all to call me Loretta!

What a beautiful name. What a beautiful, beautiful name

Nigel Incubator-Jones. :wub:

Well look, I'll phone the bishop and see if we can get the Abbey... :)

Heavens, it's my lucky day, isn't it. All right, but you'll have to wait until I've married these two, sir.

I just want to make sure that you'll be able to look after my daughter. :bitchslap:

does she, er, does she 'go' - eh? eh? eh? Know what I mean, know what I mean? Nudge nudge. Say no more.

Why are you always on about women, Stan? :coy:

I like tits!

None of this "Pussycat" nonsense? :tsk:
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My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent. :codger:

Ooh. Proper little mummy's boy, aren't we? Well, I'll tell you something, my fine friend, if you fracture a tibia here you keep quiet about it! Look at him! He's broken both his arms and he don't go shouting about it, do he? No! 'Cos he's a man. :tsk:

:no: From now on I want you all to call me Loretta!

What a beautiful name. What a beautiful, beautiful name

Nigel Incubator-Jones. :wub:

Well look, I'll phone the bishop and see if we can get the Abbey... :)

Heavens, it's my lucky day, isn't it. All right, but you'll have to wait until I've married these two, sir.

I just want to make sure that you'll be able to look after my daughter. :bitchslap:

does she, er, does she 'go' - eh? eh? eh? Know what I mean, know what I mean? Nudge nudge. Say no more.

Why are you always on about women, Stan? :coy:

I like tits!

None of this "Pussycat" nonsense? :tsk:

What have we been doing wasting our lives with all this nonsense? Right, okay, meeting adjourned for ever
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My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent. :codger:

Ooh. Proper little mummy's boy, aren't we? Well, I'll tell you something, my fine friend, if you fracture a tibia here you keep quiet about it! Look at him! He's broken both his arms and he don't go shouting about it, do he? No! 'Cos he's a man. :tsk:

:no: From now on I want you all to call me Loretta!

What a beautiful name. What a beautiful, beautiful name

Nigel Incubator-Jones. :wub:

Well look, I'll phone the bishop and see if we can get the Abbey... :)

Heavens, it's my lucky day, isn't it. All right, but you'll have to wait until I've married these two, sir.

I just want to make sure that you'll be able to look after my daughter. :bitchslap:

does she, er, does she 'go' - eh? eh? eh? Know what I mean, know what I mean? Nudge nudge. Say no more.

Why are you always on about women, Stan? :coy:

I like tits!

None of this "Pussycat" nonsense? :tsk:

What have we been doing wasting our lives with all this nonsense? Right, okay, meeting adjourned for ever

Thank God for that. Excuse me for a moment. :hug2:
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My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent. :codger:

Ooh. Proper little mummy's boy, aren't we? Well, I'll tell you something, my fine friend, if you fracture a tibia here you keep quiet about it! Look at him! He's broken both his arms and he don't go shouting about it, do he? No! 'Cos he's a man. :tsk:

:no: From now on I want you all to call me Loretta!

What a beautiful name. What a beautiful, beautiful name

Nigel Incubator-Jones. :wub:

Well look, I'll phone the bishop and see if we can get the Abbey... :)

Heavens, it's my lucky day, isn't it. All right, but you'll have to wait until I've married these two, sir.

I just want to make sure that you'll be able to look after my daughter. :bitchslap:

does she, er, does she 'go' - eh? eh? eh? Know what I mean, know what I mean? Nudge nudge. Say no more.

Why are you always on about women, Stan? :coy:

I like tits!

None of this "Pussycat" nonsense? :tsk:

What have we been doing wasting our lives with all this nonsense? Right, okay, meeting adjourned for ever

Thank God for that. Excuse me for a moment. :hug2:

Yes! Policemen make wonderful friends. So if you are over six feet tall and would like a friend, a pen friend, in the police force, here is the address to write to: 'Mrs Ena Frog, 8 Masonic Apron Street, Cowdenbeath'. Remember - policemen make wonderful friends. So write today and take advantage of our free officer.

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My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent. :codger:

Ooh. Proper little mummy's boy, aren't we? Well, I'll tell you something, my fine friend, if you fracture a tibia here you keep quiet about it! Look at him! He's broken both his arms and he don't go shouting about it, do he? No! 'Cos he's a man. :tsk:

:no: From now on I want you all to call me Loretta!

What a beautiful name. What a beautiful, beautiful name

Nigel Incubator-Jones. :wub:

Well look, I'll phone the bishop and see if we can get the Abbey... :)

Heavens, it's my lucky day, isn't it. All right, but you'll have to wait until I've married these two, sir.

I just want to make sure that you'll be able to look after my daughter. :bitchslap:

does she, er, does she 'go' - eh? eh? eh? Know what I mean, know what I mean? Nudge nudge. Say no more.

Why are you always on about women, Stan? :coy:

I like tits!

None of this "Pussycat" nonsense? :tsk:

What have we been doing wasting our lives with all this nonsense? Right, okay, meeting adjourned for ever

Thank God for that. Excuse me for a moment. :hug2:

Yes! Policemen make wonderful friends. So if you are over six feet tall and would like a friend, a pen friend, in the police force, here is the address to write to: 'Mrs Ena Frog, 8 Masonic Apron Street, Cowdenbeath'. Remember - policemen make wonderful friends. So write today and take advantage of our free officer.

Other prizes include two years for breaking and entering, a crate of search warrants, a 'What's all this then?' T-shirt and a weekend for two with a skinhead of your own choice.
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My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent. :codger:

Ooh. Proper little mummy's boy, aren't we? Well, I'll tell you something, my fine friend, if you fracture a tibia here you keep quiet about it! Look at him! He's broken both his arms and he don't go shouting about it, do he? No! 'Cos he's a man. :tsk:

:no: From now on I want you all to call me Loretta!

What a beautiful name. What a beautiful, beautiful name

Nigel Incubator-Jones. :wub:

Well look, I'll phone the bishop and see if we can get the Abbey... :)

Heavens, it's my lucky day, isn't it. All right, but you'll have to wait until I've married these two, sir.

I just want to make sure that you'll be able to look after my daughter. :bitchslap:

does she, er, does she 'go' - eh? eh? eh? Know what I mean, know what I mean? Nudge nudge. Say no more.

Why are you always on about women, Stan? :coy:

I like tits!

None of this "Pussycat" nonsense? :tsk:

What have we been doing wasting our lives with all this nonsense? Right, okay, meeting adjourned for ever

Thank God for that. Excuse me for a moment. :hug2:

Yes! Policemen make wonderful friends. So if you are over six feet tall and would like a friend, a pen friend, in the police force, here is the address to write to: 'Mrs Ena Frog, 8 Masonic Apron Street, Cowdenbeath'. Remember - policemen make wonderful friends. So write today and take advantage of our free officer.

Other prizes include two years for breaking and entering, a crate of search warrants, a 'What's all this then?' T-shirt and a weekend for two with a skinhead of your own choice.

Well you have won tonight's star prize: the entire Norwich City Council. :clap:

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My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent. :codger:

Ooh. Proper little mummy's boy, aren't we? Well, I'll tell you something, my fine friend, if you fracture a tibia here you keep quiet about it! Look at him! He's broken both his arms and he don't go shouting about it, do he? No! 'Cos he's a man. :tsk:

:no: From now on I want you all to call me Loretta!

What a beautiful name. What a beautiful, beautiful name

Nigel Incubator-Jones. :wub:

Well look, I'll phone the bishop and see if we can get the Abbey... :)

Heavens, it's my lucky day, isn't it. All right, but you'll have to wait until I've married these two, sir.

I just want to make sure that you'll be able to look after my daughter. :bitchslap:

does she, er, does she 'go' - eh? eh? eh? Know what I mean, know what I mean? Nudge nudge. Say no more.

Why are you always on about women, Stan? :coy:

I like tits!

None of this "Pussycat" nonsense? :tsk:

What have we been doing wasting our lives with all this nonsense? Right, okay, meeting adjourned for ever

Thank God for that. Excuse me for a moment. :hug2:

Yes! Policemen make wonderful friends. So if you are over six feet tall and would like a friend, a pen friend, in the police force, here is the address to write to: 'Mrs Ena Frog, 8 Masonic Apron Street, Cowdenbeath'. Remember - policemen make wonderful friends. So write today and take advantage of our free officer.

Other prizes include two years for breaking and entering, a crate of search warrants, a 'What's all this then?' T-shirt and a weekend for two with a skinhead of your own choice.

Well you have won tonight's star prize: the entire Norwich City Council. :clap:

Obviously they're going to try very hard in this half to wipe out this five-point deficit. Derby Council eight points to three up and Derby Council have got the ball against the head.
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My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent. :codger:

Ooh. Proper little mummy's boy, aren't we? Well, I'll tell you something, my fine friend, if you fracture a tibia here you keep quiet about it! Look at him! He's broken both his arms and he don't go shouting about it, do he? No! 'Cos he's a man. :tsk:

:no: From now on I want you all to call me Loretta!

What a beautiful name. What a beautiful, beautiful name

Nigel Incubator-Jones. :wub:

Well look, I'll phone the bishop and see if we can get the Abbey... :)

Heavens, it's my lucky day, isn't it. All right, but you'll have to wait until I've married these two, sir.

I just want to make sure that you'll be able to look after my daughter. :bitchslap:

does she, er, does she 'go' - eh? eh? eh? Know what I mean, know what I mean? Nudge nudge. Say no more.

Why are you always on about women, Stan? :coy:

I like tits!

None of this "Pussycat" nonsense? :tsk:

What have we been doing wasting our lives with all this nonsense? Right, okay, meeting adjourned for ever

Thank God for that. Excuse me for a moment. :hug2:

Yes! Policemen make wonderful friends. So if you are over six feet tall and would like a friend, a pen friend, in the police force, here is the address to write to: 'Mrs Ena Frog, 8 Masonic Apron Street, Cowdenbeath'. Remember - policemen make wonderful friends. So write today and take advantage of our free officer.

Other prizes include two years for breaking and entering, a crate of search warrants, a 'What's all this then?' T-shirt and a weekend for two with a skinhead of your own choice.

Well you have won tonight's star prize: the entire Norwich City Council. :clap:

Obviously they're going to try very hard in this half to wipe out this five-point deficit. Derby Council eight points to three up and Derby Council have got the ball against the head.

At least one ageing football commentator was gladdened last night by the sight of an English footballer breaking free of the limpid tentacles of packed Mediterranean defence. http://www.freesmileys.org/smileys/smiley-sport003.gif

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My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent. :codger:

Ooh. Proper little mummy's boy, aren't we? Well, I'll tell you something, my fine friend, if you fracture a tibia here you keep quiet about it! Look at him! He's broken both his arms and he don't go shouting about it, do he? No! 'Cos he's a man. :tsk:

:no: From now on I want you all to call me Loretta!

What a beautiful name. What a beautiful, beautiful name

Nigel Incubator-Jones. :wub:

Well look, I'll phone the bishop and see if we can get the Abbey... :)

Heavens, it's my lucky day, isn't it. All right, but you'll have to wait until I've married these two, sir.

I just want to make sure that you'll be able to look after my daughter. :bitchslap:

does she, er, does she 'go' - eh? eh? eh? Know what I mean, know what I mean? Nudge nudge. Say no more.

Why are you always on about women, Stan? :coy:

I like tits!

None of this "Pussycat" nonsense? :tsk:

What have we been doing wasting our lives with all this nonsense? Right, okay, meeting adjourned for ever

Thank God for that. Excuse me for a moment. :hug2:

Yes! Policemen make wonderful friends. So if you are over six feet tall and would like a friend, a pen friend, in the police force, here is the address to write to: 'Mrs Ena Frog, 8 Masonic Apron Street, Cowdenbeath'. Remember - policemen make wonderful friends. So write today and take advantage of our free officer.

Other prizes include two years for breaking and entering, a crate of search warrants, a 'What's all this then?' T-shirt and a weekend for two with a skinhead of your own choice.

Well you have won tonight's star prize: the entire Norwich City Council. :clap:

Obviously they're going to try very hard in this half to wipe out this five-point deficit. Derby Council eight points to three up and Derby Council have got the ball against the head.

At least one ageing football commentator was gladdened last night by the sight of an English footballer breaking free of the limpid tentacles of packed Mediterranean defence. http://www.freesmileys.org/smileys/smiley-sport003.gif

The sands of time are running out for these delving dagos. :atickhum:
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My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent. :codger:

Ooh. Proper little mummy's boy, aren't we? Well, I'll tell you something, my fine friend, if you fracture a tibia here you keep quiet about it! Look at him! He's broken both his arms and he don't go shouting about it, do he? No! 'Cos he's a man. :tsk:

:no: From now on I want you all to call me Loretta!

What a beautiful name. What a beautiful, beautiful name

Nigel Incubator-Jones. :wub:

Well look, I'll phone the bishop and see if we can get the Abbey... :)

Heavens, it's my lucky day, isn't it. All right, but you'll have to wait until I've married these two, sir.

I just want to make sure that you'll be able to look after my daughter. :bitchslap:

does she, er, does she 'go' - eh? eh? eh? Know what I mean, know what I mean? Nudge nudge. Say no more.

Why are you always on about women, Stan? :coy:

I like tits!

None of this "Pussycat" nonsense? :tsk:

What have we been doing wasting our lives with all this nonsense? Right, okay, meeting adjourned for ever

Thank God for that. Excuse me for a moment. :hug2:

Yes! Policemen make wonderful friends. So if you are over six feet tall and would like a friend, a pen friend, in the police force, here is the address to write to: 'Mrs Ena Frog, 8 Masonic Apron Street, Cowdenbeath'. Remember - policemen make wonderful friends. So write today and take advantage of our free officer.

Other prizes include two years for breaking and entering, a crate of search warrants, a 'What's all this then?' T-shirt and a weekend for two with a skinhead of your own choice.

Well you have won tonight's star prize: the entire Norwich City Council. :clap:

Obviously they're going to try very hard in this half to wipe out this five-point deficit. Derby Council eight points to three up and Derby Council have got the ball against the head.

At least one ageing football commentator was gladdened last night by the sight of an English footballer breaking free of the limpid tentacles of packed Mediterranean defence. http://www.freesmileys.org/smileys/smiley-sport003.gif

The sands of time are running out for these delving dagos. :atickhum:

featuring some tiny emaciated dago with nine-inch hips and some big fat bloated tart with her hair brylcreemed down and a big arse presenting Flamenco for Foreigners
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featuring some tiny emaciated dago with nine-inch hips and some big fat bloated tart with her hair brylcreemed down and a big arse presenting Flamenco for Foreigners

Still there's one thing about being a hermit, at least you meet people.

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featuring some tiny emaciated dago with nine-inch hips and some big fat bloated tart with her hair brylcreemed down and a big arse presenting Flamenco for Foreigners

Still there's one thing about being a hermit, at least you meet people.

Er, well, um, if you're dropping by again, do pop in. Heh. And thanks a lot for the gold and frankincense, er, but don't worry too much about the myrrh next time.
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featuring some tiny emaciated dago with nine-inch hips and some big fat bloated tart with her hair brylcreemed down and a big arse presenting Flamenco for Foreigners

Still there's one thing about being a hermit, at least you meet people.

Er, well, um, if you're dropping by again, do pop in. Heh. And thanks a lot for the gold and frankincense, er, but don't worry too much about the myrrh next time.

What about the special introductory offer of a free dead dog with every jar?

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featuring some tiny emaciated dago with nine-inch hips and some big fat bloated tart with her hair brylcreemed down and a big arse presenting Flamenco for Foreigners

Still there's one thing about being a hermit, at least you meet people.

Er, well, um, if you're dropping by again, do pop in. Heh. And thanks a lot for the gold and frankincense, er, but don't worry too much about the myrrh next time.

What about the special introductory offer of a free dead dog with every jar?

Bolivians are all keen users of storage jars.
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featuring some tiny emaciated dago with nine-inch hips and some big fat bloated tart with her hair brylcreemed down and a big arse presenting Flamenco for Foreigners

Still there's one thing about being a hermit, at least you meet people.

Er, well, um, if you're dropping by again, do pop in. Heh. And thanks a lot for the gold and frankincense, er, but don't worry too much about the myrrh next time.

What about the special introductory offer of a free dead dog with every jar?

Bolivians are all keen users of storage jars.

The wacky world of unnatural sexual practices. :ph34r:
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featuring some tiny emaciated dago with nine-inch hips and some big fat bloated tart with her hair brylcreemed down and a big arse presenting Flamenco for Foreigners

Still there's one thing about being a hermit, at least you meet people.

Er, well, um, if you're dropping by again, do pop in. Heh. And thanks a lot for the gold and frankincense, er, but don't worry too much about the myrrh next time.

What about the special introductory offer of a free dead dog with every jar?

Bolivians are all keen users of storage jars.

The wacky world of unnatural sexual practices. :ph34r:

Another loose-living gastropod is the periwinkle. This shameless little libertine with its characteristic ventral locomotion ... is not the marrying kind: 'Anywhere anytime' is its motto. Up with the shell and they're at it. :drool:

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featuring some tiny emaciated dago with nine-inch hips and some big fat bloated tart with her hair brylcreemed down and a big arse presenting Flamenco for Foreigners

Still there's one thing about being a hermit, at least you meet people.

Er, well, um, if you're dropping by again, do pop in. Heh. And thanks a lot for the gold and frankincense, er, but don't worry too much about the myrrh next time.

What about the special introductory offer of a free dead dog with every jar?

Bolivians are all keen users of storage jars.

The wacky world of unnatural sexual practices. :ph34r:

Another loose-living gastropod is the periwinkle. This shameless little libertine with its characteristic ventral locomotion ... is not the marrying kind: 'Anywhere anytime' is its motto. Up with the shell and they're at it. :drool:

Oh yeah ... you know... get 'em when they're young eh... eh! OOOOH! Know what I mean eh, oooh!
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featuring some tiny emaciated dago with nine-inch hips and some big fat bloated tart with her hair brylcreemed down and a big arse presenting Flamenco for Foreigners

Still there's one thing about being a hermit, at least you meet people.

Er, well, um, if you're dropping by again, do pop in. Heh. And thanks a lot for the gold and frankincense, er, but don't worry too much about the myrrh next time.

What about the special introductory offer of a free dead dog with every jar?

Bolivians are all keen users of storage jars.

The wacky world of unnatural sexual practices. :ph34r:

Another loose-living gastropod is the periwinkle. This shameless little libertine with its characteristic ventral locomotion ... is not the marrying kind: 'Anywhere anytime' is its motto. Up with the shell and they're at it. :drool:

Oh yeah ... you know... get 'em when they're young eh... eh! OOOOH! Know what I mean eh, oooh!

I think it's disgusting... you a Member of Parliament. :tsk:

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featuring some tiny emaciated dago with nine-inch hips and some big fat bloated tart with her hair brylcreemed down and a big arse presenting Flamenco for Foreigners

Still there's one thing about being a hermit, at least you meet people.

Er, well, um, if you're dropping by again, do pop in. Heh. And thanks a lot for the gold and frankincense, er, but don't worry too much about the myrrh next time.

What about the special introductory offer of a free dead dog with every jar?

Bolivians are all keen users of storage jars.

The wacky world of unnatural sexual practices. :ph34r:

Another loose-living gastropod is the periwinkle. This shameless little libertine with its characteristic ventral locomotion ... is not the marrying kind: 'Anywhere anytime' is its motto. Up with the shell and they're at it. :drool:

Oh yeah ... you know... get 'em when they're young eh... eh! OOOOH! Know what I mean eh, oooh!

I think it's disgusting... you a Member of Parliament. :tsk:

Well, I've been going with ministers for five years now and, you know... I think they're wonderful.
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featuring some tiny emaciated dago with nine-inch hips and some big fat bloated tart with her hair brylcreemed down and a big arse presenting Flamenco for Foreigners

Still there's one thing about being a hermit, at least you meet people.

Er, well, um, if you're dropping by again, do pop in. Heh. And thanks a lot for the gold and frankincense, er, but don't worry too much about the myrrh next time.

What about the special introductory offer of a free dead dog with every jar?

Bolivians are all keen users of storage jars.

The wacky world of unnatural sexual practices. :ph34r:

Another loose-living gastropod is the periwinkle. This shameless little libertine with its characteristic ventral locomotion ... is not the marrying kind: 'Anywhere anytime' is its motto. Up with the shell and they're at it. :drool:

Oh yeah ... you know... get 'em when they're young eh... eh! OOOOH! Know what I mean eh, oooh!

I think it's disgusting... you a Member of Parliament. :tsk:

Well, I've been going with ministers for five years now and, you know... I think they're wonderful.

Vicious, heartless bastards! :moon:
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featuring some tiny emaciated dago with nine-inch hips and some big fat bloated tart with her hair brylcreemed down and a big arse presenting Flamenco for Foreigners

Still there's one thing about being a hermit, at least you meet people.

Er, well, um, if you're dropping by again, do pop in. Heh. And thanks a lot for the gold and frankincense, er, but don't worry too much about the myrrh next time.

What about the special introductory offer of a free dead dog with every jar?

Bolivians are all keen users of storage jars.

The wacky world of unnatural sexual practices. :ph34r:

Another loose-living gastropod is the periwinkle. This shameless little libertine with its characteristic ventral locomotion ... is not the marrying kind: 'Anywhere anytime' is its motto. Up with the shell and they're at it. :drool:

Oh yeah ... you know... get 'em when they're young eh... eh! OOOOH! Know what I mean eh, oooh!

I think it's disgusting... you a Member of Parliament. :tsk:

Well, I've been going with ministers for five years now and, you know... I think they're wonderful.

Vicious, heartless bastards! :moon:

but the winner was undoubtedly from Mrs No-Supper-For-You from Norwood in Lancashire... Miserable Fat Belgian Bastards.
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