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C'mon, let the dog see the rabbi...
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I hope our secretaries are going to get soggy at the Christmas party this year.
[rab] You man, soggy wit you? Are you going to let them get suck in?
Yes, get five in and tonics later on.
I'm not going to work today. My mother-in-law is coming to visit and I have to spend the whole day leaning.
I am owing into wok late because I had a sinful last nigh.
Whenever I get drunk and try and chat up our secretaries, they always make me feel a tit.
[st d] I hope you don't try to rope them!
Ch] If I do that they demand a fee as well.
[st d] Do you give them a surprise rab in the dark? Or do they come to you for one fist?
Do they mind if you lap their bottoms?
soft] Once I asked them to lose their eyes, and I was going to take my pick.....but enough - that ended up with me almost being ired.
Maybe you need to practice a bit of sick chatter? It can work wonders if you give them a bit of the old harm.
Does anyone know where I can get hold of a wetern starring Clit Eastwood?
[Angus Prune] Try your local video sore.
[Angus] Bockbusters should be able to get you out of that predicament!
I was wondering why this thread left me old; crudity is not it.
[Duj] Then look upon it as an olden opportunity to reel back the ears.
[Dujon] Yes, try and remember back to the days when trousers had to have fares and wild air was fashionable, before the days of the micro-hip.
Ah yes... how well I remember the days before the internet, when we had to make do with computer bulletin-boars.
Ah... the golden age of seam.
oh yes rab, rains were SO exciting back then; all that team hugging when the rain pulled away from the platform.
Yes, those old seam trains were fabulous, especially the lying scotsman.
You could ravel first lass, second lass - even third lass !
What about al that moke getting in your eyes though?
Oh, I found it really easy to ride the muts.
Nowadays we've got the titing rains.
Yes, only run by crappy companies like Fist Grat Astern and WAG.
I never take the rain. I dive everywhere, even into tow, but always with the doors locked. I eve dove to the last pilgrimage. Omen, eh??
if we are talking about ars I like the Italian ones such as Fat and Alf Romeo.
Ah, Fit ars! I had an Alf 33 Old Cloverleaf once - had to sell it for crap in the end though. My fiend and I had already pathed up the rut and panted it with silver Hammerite, but it was no god. Happy memories though.
Dazed] I think Alf generally makes the pettiest ones.
pen] I had an Alf once for Tree Moths (Sod it)
Duj] Would you like soem oral support ?
Talking of cars, I one had a Orris 000. Oh, and I had a And Over.
Lad Overs? No - for me it's out for a bun on the open road without a car in the world, a rash helmet on my head and a throbbing Harey Davison between my thighs.
Rage Rovers are the best 4-heel drives.
Reminds me of that joke: what's the difference between a Rage Rover and a hedgehog? The picks are on the outside of the hedgehog.
It was freezing last night - my bedroom is very badly insulted.
[st d] His is a game of Lost Consonants. You lot a vowel, but I'll let you off because it made me iggle, and I think I might do the same - I was tasty in bed last night.
[pen] I felt a bit had myself.
Back to ars, I used to dive a Soda
I spent a whole week on a dive bat.
The light out was petty rubbish though.
I don't dive at all. Why is it the inside of most cars smells of perol, or some sort of boy odour? No ice at all.
I passed my diving test at the fist attempt.
Kim] Was it in an automatic, or did you have to change ears ?
No, it had a ear shit.
Or sick.
My driving kills were perfected by the SM School in Camden Town.
I don't like to bag, but I assed my test fist tie.
I am reading Stephe Hawkin's "A Brie History of Tim" at the minute.
[Tuj] It's a wonderfully eccentric gardening manual, dealing as it does with theories of Black Hoes.
[Tuj, blamelewis] I could never get to rips with that ant-matter myself.
I find it hard to control my pants - they just go rampant in the garden, especially in the summer.
I was working in the garden recently and discovered that a muse had made a home in my shed.
[Kim] You could get rid of it by laying down a rap. Or if you're feeling bloodthirsty try to fatten it with a hovel.
[bl] Believe me, I was temped. Especially when I found muse faces all over the floor.
I am an animal over, I hope you set a human tap.
Leave some poisoned read out, you might find a DEA badge in the morning tough.
Naah. I called in a pet controller. They are ermin, after all...
Treat them as pets, that what I say.
Oh damn. I switched off my brain when I made that pot. What a wit.
Dangerous thing to do, switching off one's rain. You could end up ma or dad!
That's why you should use a condo when having sex...
[bl] Does that mean you can have sex all over the hose?
As long as they're not in pubic areas.
[pen] It probably accounts for the cabs
To change the subject; I went to a galley this afternoon and saw some wonderful woks of art; cavings, pantings and cocks all displayed in cabinets.
Yes I often look at art in the Tat gallery near the lobe theatre.
pen] Were any of the cocks as impressive as Big Ben ?
Whenever I need to adjust the time I just ask the speaking cock.
I need my cock to wake me up in the morning.
If my cock goes off, on the other hand, it makes me seep.
I find that my cock needs wining regularly, other wise it runs lowly.
I wish *I* had a cock. Maybe I'll get one from Father Christmas.
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