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C'mon, let the dog see the rabbi...
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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.
My cock got suck last week.
[Kim] After you fixed it, and it started ticking again, did your cock get head?
I was playing with my boyfriend's cock the other day, and he said it just ticked.
I need to pick up a suit from the dry-cleaners at 12 o'clock...but I have such trouble telling the tie.
I picked up a wonderful suit when I was playing bridge in Hatfield the other day. Needless to say it was in Herts.
At the office dinner dance on Friday night, evening war was compulsory.
Was that because all the men had to ring their wives?
Was it a back tie affair?
As angling is so popular I expect there was a dace band.
No, but there was a comb with tree pieces: cell, rum, and ass. They layed some coo tunes.
I think the music was garage but the foo was goo.
I've had a very busy day today and now I'm going off to be.
Mmmm. I was especially fond of the roast bee and brussels spouts
I have a wristwatch that I win by shaking my wrist. I tried wining my cock this way but it made it too fat.
Even with step-ladders I couldn't quite reach the top of the bus I was pruning this afternoon.
I have always preferred rucks to omnibuses as you get the opportunity to hump the bloke in front of you.
Cold weather is forecast for Scotland and farmers are worried about now.
The farmers are particularly cared about now making their bullocks cold (at least I think that's what they said)
I was caught in a lizzard when there was no git on the road but luckily I had a shove in the back and a set of chins.
Baked beans are nutritious but they make you fat.
I'm partial to a nice dish of teak and hips, myself.
I am wary of trying a Tarka Dal because it is a little otter.
I like eating Cantonese, especially their cow men.
I always keep the larder above freezing because the last thing I want is a burst pie.
Well quite. The last thing you need to deal with at this time of year is a food.
I'm partial to a good mice-meat pie this time of year.
I like mice pies, especially if they are mad at home.
Our local council likes to make sure everyone is well-fed during cold weather - they've even sated the roads.
The pavemens round her are very lippy.
When road conditions are bad always give a lift to as many people as possible as you will then drive carfully.
Indeed! Should you do so though, it is best to ensure you have suds on your tyres - this will reduce any lip and minimise anger as much as is possible. Moreover, you will find your friends chucking as they ravel.
Around here they sat the roads for old wether.
I hate it when now turns to lush.
Not so long ago I got caught out by a sow lizzard.
I waked for hours until I finally saw a hose in the distance. I waked up to it, and kocked and kocked, but no one head me.
I would've head you but I was playing with my new cock at the time. I got it for Christmas from an ant who I hardly know. On the other hand, it's nice to get unexpected gifs, innit!
Amateur astronomers living near airports like to look at the planes.
For the New Ear Party we've been told to sparkle and listen, so I'm going to throw litter all over everybody.
[Chalky] I can imagine the sound of the part! (Missing vowel alert) Raised vices, shots and all kinds of noses... I hope you have fun!
Funny sound coming from next door. Hope they haven't got buglers. Spelling apologies.
[Rosie] Its probably just their randy teenage daughter, the little trumpet.
She's a bit chubby, probably because she likes Heavy Meal. (Kim)V. Good!
Saw that film Jaws the other day. It's all about a Sark attack. Those Chanel Islands don't half smell y'know.
That's no air! I'm from the Chanel Islands and we don't sell any worse than oters. Besides, what about all our Sing Flowes sent to the UK markes?
My mate's gone fishing. His wife always worries that he'll catch cod.
I quite understand that, Rosie. Then again, aging has always been fraught with anger.
I can't sand fising. It is so boeing, its just like droning worms in the water.
So true, Duj, and even though still quite hirsuite I cannot halt the passing of the ears.
The time to start worrying is when your face is covered in winkles and your muscles waken.
I am almost as od as Rosie, so I know how ones boy starts to run to see.
One need not age prematurely; just keep one foot in the rave.
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