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Good Lord, is that the time? Oh, my goodness, I must close for lunch. :pizza: :drool: :pizza:

For lunch Ken crouches down in the road and rubs gravel into his hair. But lunch doesn't take long. Ken's soon up on his feet and back to bed.

Oh no, I'm afraid not, sir. Our cheapest bed is eight hundred pounds, sir.

Bert! This bloke won't haggle!

Good Lord, is that the time? Oh, my goodness, I must close for lunch. :pizza: :drool: :pizza:

For lunch Ken crouches down in the road and rubs gravel into his hair. But lunch doesn't take long. Ken's soon up on his feet and back to bed.

Oh no, I'm afraid not, sir. Our cheapest bed is eight hundred pounds, sir.

Bert! This bloke won't haggle!

Bert, some people say this is crazy
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Good Lord, is that the time? Oh, my goodness, I must close for lunch. :pizza: :drool: :pizza:

For lunch Ken crouches down in the road and rubs gravel into his hair. But lunch doesn't take long. Ken's soon up on his feet and back to bed.

Oh no, I'm afraid not, sir. Our cheapest bed is eight hundred pounds, sir.

Bert! This bloke won't haggle!

Bert, some people say this is crazy

Mrs Ratbag, if you don't mind me saying so, you are badly in need of an expensive course of psychiatric treatment. Now I'm not going to say a trip to our dairy will cure you, but it will give hundreds of lower-paid workers a good laugh.

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Good Lord, is that the time? Oh, my goodness, I must close for lunch. :pizza: :drool: :pizza:

For lunch Ken crouches down in the road and rubs gravel into his hair. But lunch doesn't take long. Ken's soon up on his feet and back to bed.

Oh no, I'm afraid not, sir. Our cheapest bed is eight hundred pounds, sir.

Bert! This bloke won't haggle!

Bert, some people say this is crazy

Mrs Ratbag, if you don't mind me saying so, you are badly in need of an expensive course of psychiatric treatment. Now I'm not going to say a trip to our dairy will cure you, but it will give hundreds of lower-paid workers a good laugh.

There's school fees for the two boys coming up, and the wife's treatment costing more now... :banghead:
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Good Lord, is that the time? Oh, my goodness, I must close for lunch. :pizza: :drool: :pizza:

For lunch Ken crouches down in the road and rubs gravel into his hair. But lunch doesn't take long. Ken's soon up on his feet and back to bed.

Oh no, I'm afraid not, sir. Our cheapest bed is eight hundred pounds, sir.

Bert! This bloke won't haggle!

Bert, some people say this is crazy

Mrs Ratbag, if you don't mind me saying so, you are badly in need of an expensive course of psychiatric treatment. Now I'm not going to say a trip to our dairy will cure you, but it will give hundreds of lower-paid workers a good laugh.

There's school fees for the two boys coming up, and the wife's treatment costing more now... :banghead:

Good Lord, is that the time? Oh, my goodness, I must close for lunch. :pizza: :drool: :pizza:

For lunch Ken crouches down in the road and rubs gravel into his hair. But lunch doesn't take long. Ken's soon up on his feet and back to bed.

Oh no, I'm afraid not, sir. Our cheapest bed is eight hundred pounds, sir.

Bert! This bloke won't haggle!

Bert, some people say this is crazy

Mrs Ratbag, if you don't mind me saying so, you are badly in need of an expensive course of psychiatric treatment. Now I'm not going to say a trip to our dairy will cure you, but it will give hundreds of lower-paid workers a good laugh.

There's school fees for the two boys coming up, and the wife's treatment costing more now... :banghead:

I'm afraid I have no choice but to sell you all for scientific experiments.
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Good Lord, is that the time? Oh, my goodness, I must close for lunch. :pizza: :drool: :pizza:

For lunch Ken crouches down in the road and rubs gravel into his hair. But lunch doesn't take long. Ken's soon up on his feet and back to bed.

Oh no, I'm afraid not, sir. Our cheapest bed is eight hundred pounds, sir.

Bert! This bloke won't haggle!

Bert, some people say this is crazy

Mrs Ratbag, if you don't mind me saying so, you are badly in need of an expensive course of psychiatric treatment. Now I'm not going to say a trip to our dairy will cure you, but it will give hundreds of lower-paid workers a good laugh.

There's school fees for the two boys coming up, and the wife's treatment costing more now... :banghead:

I'm afraid I have no choice but to sell you all for scientific experiments.

Just for the hour. Only I aint gonna pay more'n a fiver cos it aint worth it.

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Good Lord, is that the time? Oh, my goodness, I must close for lunch. :pizza: :drool: :pizza:

For lunch Ken crouches down in the road and rubs gravel into his hair. But lunch doesn't take long. Ken's soon up on his feet and back to bed.

Oh no, I'm afraid not, sir. Our cheapest bed is eight hundred pounds, sir.

Bert! This bloke won't haggle!

Bert, some people say this is crazy

Mrs Ratbag, if you don't mind me saying so, you are badly in need of an expensive course of psychiatric treatment. Now I'm not going to say a trip to our dairy will cure you, but it will give hundreds of lower-paid workers a good laugh.

There's school fees for the two boys coming up, and the wife's treatment costing more now... :banghead:

I'm afraid I have no choice but to sell you all for scientific experiments.

Just for the hour. Only I aint gonna pay more'n a fiver cos it aint worth it.

Now, are you telling me that's not worth twenty shekels?
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Good Lord, is that the time? Oh, my goodness, I must close for lunch. :pizza: :drool: :pizza:

For lunch Ken crouches down in the road and rubs gravel into his hair. But lunch doesn't take long. Ken's soon up on his feet and back to bed.

Oh no, I'm afraid not, sir. Our cheapest bed is eight hundred pounds, sir.

Bert! This bloke won't haggle!

Bert, some people say this is crazy

Mrs Ratbag, if you don't mind me saying so, you are badly in need of an expensive course of psychiatric treatment. Now I'm not going to say a trip to our dairy will cure you, but it will give hundreds of lower-paid workers a good laugh.

There's school fees for the two boys coming up, and the wife's treatment costing more now... :banghead:

I'm afraid I have no choice but to sell you all for scientific experiments.

Just for the hour. Only I aint gonna pay more'n a fiver cos it aint worth it.

Now, are you telling me that's not worth twenty shekels?

It's a bit small for a share certificate isn't it? Look, I think I'd better run this over to our legal department. If you could possibly pop back on Friday...

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Good Lord, is that the time? Oh, my goodness, I must close for lunch. :pizza: :drool: :pizza:

For lunch Ken crouches down in the road and rubs gravel into his hair. But lunch doesn't take long. Ken's soon up on his feet and back to bed.

Oh no, I'm afraid not, sir. Our cheapest bed is eight hundred pounds, sir.

Bert! This bloke won't haggle!

Bert, some people say this is crazy

Mrs Ratbag, if you don't mind me saying so, you are badly in need of an expensive course of psychiatric treatment. Now I'm not going to say a trip to our dairy will cure you, but it will give hundreds of lower-paid workers a good laugh.

There's school fees for the two boys coming up, and the wife's treatment costing more now... :banghead:

I'm afraid I have no choice but to sell you all for scientific experiments.

Just for the hour. Only I aint gonna pay more'n a fiver cos it aint worth it.

Now, are you telling me that's not worth twenty shekels?

It's a bit small for a share certificate isn't it? Look, I think I'd better run this over to our legal department. If you could possibly pop back on Friday...

Yes, well that's p'raps the best thing. Yes. You've certainly put my mind at rest on one or two points, there.
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Good Lord, is that the time? Oh, my goodness, I must close for lunch. :pizza: :drool: :pizza:

For lunch Ken crouches down in the road and rubs gravel into his hair. But lunch doesn't take long. Ken's soon up on his feet and back to bed.

Oh no, I'm afraid not, sir. Our cheapest bed is eight hundred pounds, sir.

Bert! This bloke won't haggle!

Bert, some people say this is crazy

Mrs Ratbag, if you don't mind me saying so, you are badly in need of an expensive course of psychiatric treatment. Now I'm not going to say a trip to our dairy will cure you, but it will give hundreds of lower-paid workers a good laugh.

There's school fees for the two boys coming up, and the wife's treatment costing more now... :banghead:

I'm afraid I have no choice but to sell you all for scientific experiments.

Just for the hour. Only I aint gonna pay more'n a fiver cos it aint worth it.

Now, are you telling me that's not worth twenty shekels?

It's a bit small for a share certificate isn't it? Look, I think I'd better run this over to our legal department. If you could possibly pop back on Friday...

Yes, well that's p'raps the best thing. Yes. You've certainly put my mind at rest on one or two points, there.

Not at all, that's what I'm here for. Any other problems I can reassure you about?

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Good Lord, is that the time? Oh, my goodness, I must close for lunch. :pizza: :drool: :pizza:

For lunch Ken crouches down in the road and rubs gravel into his hair. But lunch doesn't take long. Ken's soon up on his feet and back to bed.

Oh no, I'm afraid not, sir. Our cheapest bed is eight hundred pounds, sir.

Bert! This bloke won't haggle!

Bert, some people say this is crazy

Mrs Ratbag, if you don't mind me saying so, you are badly in need of an expensive course of psychiatric treatment. Now I'm not going to say a trip to our dairy will cure you, but it will give hundreds of lower-paid workers a good laugh.

There's school fees for the two boys coming up, and the wife's treatment costing more now... :banghead:

I'm afraid I have no choice but to sell you all for scientific experiments.

Just for the hour. Only I aint gonna pay more'n a fiver cos it aint worth it.

Now, are you telling me that's not worth twenty shekels?

It's a bit small for a share certificate isn't it? Look, I think I'd better run this over to our legal department. If you could possibly pop back on Friday...

Yes, well that's p'raps the best thing. Yes. You've certainly put my mind at rest on one or two points, there.

Not at all, that's what I'm here for. Any other problems I can reassure you about?

Well ... yes ... um, he's a kind of psychiatrist he's ... he's not a proper psychiatrist. He's not er ... fully qualified ... in, um, quite the sort of way we should want. Anyway the problem I believe is basically sexual is it?
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Good Lord, is that the time? Oh, my goodness, I must close for lunch. :pizza: :drool: :pizza:

For lunch Ken crouches down in the road and rubs gravel into his hair. But lunch doesn't take long. Ken's soon up on his feet and back to bed.

Oh no, I'm afraid not, sir. Our cheapest bed is eight hundred pounds, sir.

Bert! This bloke won't haggle!

Bert, some people say this is crazy

Mrs Ratbag, if you don't mind me saying so, you are badly in need of an expensive course of psychiatric treatment. Now I'm not going to say a trip to our dairy will cure you, but it will give hundreds of lower-paid workers a good laugh.

There's school fees for the two boys coming up, and the wife's treatment costing more now... :banghead:

I'm afraid I have no choice but to sell you all for scientific experiments.

Just for the hour. Only I aint gonna pay more'n a fiver cos it aint worth it.

Now, are you telling me that's not worth twenty shekels?

It's a bit small for a share certificate isn't it? Look, I think I'd better run this over to our legal department. If you could possibly pop back on Friday...

Yes, well that's p'raps the best thing. Yes. You've certainly put my mind at rest on one or two points, there.

Not at all, that's what I'm here for. Any other problems I can reassure you about?

Well ... yes ... um, he's a kind of psychiatrist he's ... he's not a proper psychiatrist. He's not er ... fully qualified ... in, um, quite the sort of way we should want. Anyway the problem I believe is basically sexual is it?

:musicnote: I chop down trees, I wear high heels,

Suspenders and a bra.

I wish I'd been a girlie

Just like my dear Mama. :musicnote:

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Good Lord, is that the time? Oh, my goodness, I must close for lunch. :pizza: :drool: :pizza:

For lunch Ken crouches down in the road and rubs gravel into his hair. But lunch doesn't take long. Ken's soon up on his feet and back to bed.

Oh no, I'm afraid not, sir. Our cheapest bed is eight hundred pounds, sir.

Bert! This bloke won't haggle!

Bert, some people say this is crazy

Mrs Ratbag, if you don't mind me saying so, you are badly in need of an expensive course of psychiatric treatment. Now I'm not going to say a trip to our dairy will cure you, but it will give hundreds of lower-paid workers a good laugh.

There's school fees for the two boys coming up, and the wife's treatment costing more now... :banghead:

I'm afraid I have no choice but to sell you all for scientific experiments.

Just for the hour. Only I aint gonna pay more'n a fiver cos it aint worth it.

Now, are you telling me that's not worth twenty shekels?

It's a bit small for a share certificate isn't it? Look, I think I'd better run this over to our legal department. If you could possibly pop back on Friday...

Yes, well that's p'raps the best thing. Yes. You've certainly put my mind at rest on one or two points, there.

Not at all, that's what I'm here for. Any other problems I can reassure you about?

Well ... yes ... um, he's a kind of psychiatrist he's ... he's not a proper psychiatrist. He's not er ... fully qualified ... in, um, quite the sort of way we should want. Anyway the problem I believe is basically sexual is it?

:musicnote: I chop down trees, I wear high heels,

Suspenders and a bra.

I wish I'd been a girlie

Just like my dear Mama. :musicnote:

Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries
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Good Lord, is that the time? Oh, my goodness, I must close for lunch. :pizza: :drool: :pizza:

For lunch Ken crouches down in the road and rubs gravel into his hair. But lunch doesn't take long. Ken's soon up on his feet and back to bed.

Oh no, I'm afraid not, sir. Our cheapest bed is eight hundred pounds, sir.

Bert! This bloke won't haggle!

Bert, some people say this is crazy

Mrs Ratbag, if you don't mind me saying so, you are badly in need of an expensive course of psychiatric treatment. Now I'm not going to say a trip to our dairy will cure you, but it will give hundreds of lower-paid workers a good laugh.

There's school fees for the two boys coming up, and the wife's treatment costing more now... :banghead:

I'm afraid I have no choice but to sell you all for scientific experiments.

Just for the hour. Only I aint gonna pay more'n a fiver cos it aint worth it.

Now, are you telling me that's not worth twenty shekels?

It's a bit small for a share certificate isn't it? Look, I think I'd better run this over to our legal department. If you could possibly pop back on Friday...

Yes, well that's p'raps the best thing. Yes. You've certainly put my mind at rest on one or two points, there.

Not at all, that's what I'm here for. Any other problems I can reassure you about?

Well ... yes ... um, he's a kind of psychiatrist he's ... he's not a proper psychiatrist. He's not er ... fully qualified ... in, um, quite the sort of way we should want. Anyway the problem I believe is basically sexual is it?

:musicnote: I chop down trees, I wear high heels,

Suspenders and a bra.

I wish I'd been a girlie

Just like my dear Mama. :musicnote:

Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries

Watkins, they are on our side. :madra:
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Good Lord, is that the time? Oh, my goodness, I must close for lunch. :pizza: :drool: :pizza:

For lunch Ken crouches down in the road and rubs gravel into his hair. But lunch doesn't take long. Ken's soon up on his feet and back to bed.

Oh no, I'm afraid not, sir. Our cheapest bed is eight hundred pounds, sir.

Bert! This bloke won't haggle!

Bert, some people say this is crazy

Mrs Ratbag, if you don't mind me saying so, you are badly in need of an expensive course of psychiatric treatment. Now I'm not going to say a trip to our dairy will cure you, but it will give hundreds of lower-paid workers a good laugh.

There's school fees for the two boys coming up, and the wife's treatment costing more now... :banghead:

I'm afraid I have no choice but to sell you all for scientific experiments.

Just for the hour. Only I aint gonna pay more'n a fiver cos it aint worth it.

Now, are you telling me that's not worth twenty shekels?

It's a bit small for a share certificate isn't it? Look, I think I'd better run this over to our legal department. If you could possibly pop back on Friday...

Yes, well that's p'raps the best thing. Yes. You've certainly put my mind at rest on one or two points, there.

Not at all, that's what I'm here for. Any other problems I can reassure you about?

Well ... yes ... um, he's a kind of psychiatrist he's ... he's not a proper psychiatrist. He's not er ... fully qualified ... in, um, quite the sort of way we should want. Anyway the problem I believe is basically sexual is it?

:musicnote: I chop down trees, I wear high heels,

Suspenders and a bra.

I wish I'd been a girlie

Just like my dear Mama. :musicnote:

Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries

Watkins, they are on our side. :madra:

From now on, I want you all to call me 'Loretta'
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Good Lord, is that the time? Oh, my goodness, I must close for lunch. :pizza: :drool: :pizza:

For lunch Ken crouches down in the road and rubs gravel into his hair. But lunch doesn't take long. Ken's soon up on his feet and back to bed.

Oh no, I'm afraid not, sir. Our cheapest bed is eight hundred pounds, sir.

Bert! This bloke won't haggle!

Bert, some people say this is crazy

Mrs Ratbag, if you don't mind me saying so, you are badly in need of an expensive course of psychiatric treatment. Now I'm not going to say a trip to our dairy will cure you, but it will give hundreds of lower-paid workers a good laugh.

There's school fees for the two boys coming up, and the wife's treatment costing more now... :banghead:

I'm afraid I have no choice but to sell you all for scientific experiments.

Just for the hour. Only I aint gonna pay more'n a fiver cos it aint worth it.

Now, are you telling me that's not worth twenty shekels?

It's a bit small for a share certificate isn't it? Look, I think I'd better run this over to our legal department. If you could possibly pop back on Friday...

Yes, well that's p'raps the best thing. Yes. You've certainly put my mind at rest on one or two points, there.

Not at all, that's what I'm here for. Any other problems I can reassure you about?

Well ... yes ... um, he's a kind of psychiatrist he's ... he's not a proper psychiatrist. He's not er ... fully qualified ... in, um, quite the sort of way we should want. Anyway the problem I believe is basically sexual is it?

:musicnote: I chop down trees, I wear high heels,

Suspenders and a bra.

I wish I'd been a girlie

Just like my dear Mama. :musicnote:

Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries

Watkins, they are on our side. :madra:

From now on, I want you all to call me 'Loretta'

He knew how to treat a female impersonator.

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Good Lord, is that the time? Oh, my goodness, I must close for lunch. :pizza: :drool: :pizza:

For lunch Ken crouches down in the road and rubs gravel into his hair. But lunch doesn't take long. Ken's soon up on his feet and back to bed.

Oh no, I'm afraid not, sir. Our cheapest bed is eight hundred pounds, sir.

Bert! This bloke won't haggle!

Bert, some people say this is crazy

Mrs Ratbag, if you don't mind me saying so, you are badly in need of an expensive course of psychiatric treatment. Now I'm not going to say a trip to our dairy will cure you, but it will give hundreds of lower-paid workers a good laugh.

There's school fees for the two boys coming up, and the wife's treatment costing more now... :banghead:

I'm afraid I have no choice but to sell you all for scientific experiments.

Just for the hour. Only I aint gonna pay more'n a fiver cos it aint worth it.

Now, are you telling me that's not worth twenty shekels?

It's a bit small for a share certificate isn't it? Look, I think I'd better run this over to our legal department. If you could possibly pop back on Friday...

Yes, well that's p'raps the best thing. Yes. You've certainly put my mind at rest on one or two points, there.

Not at all, that's what I'm here for. Any other problems I can reassure you about?

Well ... yes ... um, he's a kind of psychiatrist he's ... he's not a proper psychiatrist. He's not er ... fully qualified ... in, um, quite the sort of way we should want. Anyway the problem I believe is basically sexual is it?

:musicnote: I chop down trees, I wear high heels,

Suspenders and a bra.

I wish I'd been a girlie

Just like my dear Mama. :musicnote:

Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries

Watkins, they are on our side. :madra:

From now on, I want you all to call me 'Loretta'

He knew how to treat a female impersonator.

Many of my best friends are lumberjacks and only a few of them are transvestites
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Good Lord, is that the time? Oh, my goodness, I must close for lunch. :pizza: :drool: :pizza:

For lunch Ken crouches down in the road and rubs gravel into his hair. But lunch doesn't take long. Ken's soon up on his feet and back to bed.

Oh no, I'm afraid not, sir. Our cheapest bed is eight hundred pounds, sir.

Bert! This bloke won't haggle!

Bert, some people say this is crazy

Mrs Ratbag, if you don't mind me saying so, you are badly in need of an expensive course of psychiatric treatment. Now I'm not going to say a trip to our dairy will cure you, but it will give hundreds of lower-paid workers a good laugh.

There's school fees for the two boys coming up, and the wife's treatment costing more now... :banghead:

I'm afraid I have no choice but to sell you all for scientific experiments.

Just for the hour. Only I aint gonna pay more'n a fiver cos it aint worth it.

Now, are you telling me that's not worth twenty shekels?

It's a bit small for a share certificate isn't it? Look, I think I'd better run this over to our legal department. If you could possibly pop back on Friday...

Yes, well that's p'raps the best thing. Yes. You've certainly put my mind at rest on one or two points, there.

Not at all, that's what I'm here for. Any other problems I can reassure you about?

Well ... yes ... um, he's a kind of psychiatrist he's ... he's not a proper psychiatrist. He's not er ... fully qualified ... in, um, quite the sort of way we should want. Anyway the problem I believe is basically sexual is it?

:musicnote: I chop down trees, I wear high heels,

Suspenders and a bra.

I wish I'd been a girlie

Just like my dear Mama. :musicnote:

Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries

Watkins, they are on our side. :madra:

From now on, I want you all to call me 'Loretta'

He knew how to treat a female impersonator.

Many of my best friends are lumberjacks and only a few of them are transvestites

What are they in it for, these old hoodlums, these layabouts in lace? :unsure:
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I'm 37. I'm not old

Remarkably stocky for 6' 3", square shouldered, balding giant, hair flowing in the wind, bright eyed, pert, young for his age but oh so old in so many ways.

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I'm 37. I'm not old

Remarkably stocky for 6' 3", square shouldered, balding giant, hair flowing in the wind, bright eyed, pert, young for his age but oh so old in so many ways.

Funny, you look much shorter than that to me. :wtf: Are you slumped forward in your chair at all? Edited by blackhawkrush
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I'm 37. I'm not old

Remarkably stocky for 6' 3", square shouldered, balding giant, hair flowing in the wind, bright eyed, pert, young for his age but oh so old in so many ways.

Funny, you look much shorter than that to me. :wtf: Are you slumped forward in your chair at all?

Say, why don't I take the boxes off and Vanilla get up out of the trench?

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I'm 37. I'm not old

Remarkably stocky for 6' 3", square shouldered, balding giant, hair flowing in the wind, bright eyed, pert, young for his age but oh so old in so many ways.

Funny, you look much shorter than that to me. :wtf: Are you slumped forward in your chair at all?

Say, why don't I take the boxes off and Vanilla get up out of the trench?

Good! Now we're getting somewhere. Now, here's the start of the movie...I see snow. White snow! :codger:
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I'm 37. I'm not old

Remarkably stocky for 6' 3", square shouldered, balding giant, hair flowing in the wind, bright eyed, pert, young for his age but oh so old in so many ways.

Funny, you look much shorter than that to me. :wtf: Are you slumped forward in your chair at all?

Say, why don't I take the boxes off and Vanilla get up out of the trench?

Good! Now we're getting somewhere. Now, here's the start of the movie...I see snow. White snow! :codger:

In the frozen land of Nador, they were forced to eat Robin's minstrels ... And there was much rejoicing http://www.planetsmilies.com/smilies/party/party0003.gif

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I'm 37. I'm not old

Remarkably stocky for 6' 3", square shouldered, balding giant, hair flowing in the wind, bright eyed, pert, young for his age but oh so old in so many ways.

Funny, you look much shorter than that to me. :wtf: Are you slumped forward in your chair at all?

Say, why don't I take the boxes off and Vanilla get up out of the trench?

Good! Now we're getting somewhere. Now, here's the start of the movie...I see snow. White snow! :codger:

In the frozen land of Nador, they were forced to eat Robin's minstrels ... And there was much rejoicing http://www.planetsmilies.com/smilies/party/party0003.gif

I object strongly to the obvious lavatorial turn this thread has already taken. :finbar:
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I'm 37. I'm not old

Remarkably stocky for 6' 3", square shouldered, balding giant, hair flowing in the wind, bright eyed, pert, young for his age but oh so old in so many ways.

Funny, you look much shorter than that to me. :wtf: Are you slumped forward in your chair at all?

Say, why don't I take the boxes off and Vanilla get up out of the trench?

Good! Now we're getting somewhere. Now, here's the start of the movie...I see snow. White snow! :codger:

In the frozen land of Nador, they were forced to eat Robin's minstrels ... And there was much rejoicing http://www.planetsmilies.com/smilies/party/party0003.gif

I object strongly to the obvious lavatorial turn this thread has already taken. :finbar:

I mean it'd take the glamour out of being a pilot, wouldn't it, ha ha, flying around the world sitting on a toilet.
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