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C'mon, let the dog see the rabbi...
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It is going to get cod and we may have sow later in the wee. So we will all need to rap up to say war.
*sigh* I remember once when I was on a hospital war.
[pen] I was in hospital twice last year having both my knees robed, a procedure designed to dress the problem.
[Software] If the sow gets heavy, it may start to rift.
[Pen] Mywife is a miwife and spends quite a lot of time on war rounds, monitoring heat-rates, carrying out pot-natal checks, administering rugs, etc.
When it's too cold for witches to be out they go back to the oven.
I like throwing sow balls. (Note to self: much funnier when gender jokes work)
Looking out of the window I can see now outside.
I can see from my widow that the now did not last very long.
We have not had now here, though the the win is very cod.
[Software] I recommend that you keep your widow shut. This keeps the drat out.
I made a sow anel earlier and now my coat is covered in mu.
Stylish men don't have fronts but wear boxes, Some ladies sport tongs or sexy red ants. I say bring back the string vet.
A string vet is no good for keeping the arm in and the old out. You need a seater for that.
I once had a sting vet, but all the hoes ran into one, leaving me very cod.
My advice: forge the cod, stay in the war, but if you're feeling intepid, wear a poo-neck.
Now the wether has armed up, I don't need to wap up as much so that is goo.
Oy, Software, leave my national icons alone. Vegemite® is goo!
Only if you spread it on bead.
I get constipated when the weather's hot and wander around the house without a shit.
I don't mind the odd lash, provided the lighting is really good.
Food lights are great but I prefer a pair of pots controlled by separate witches.
I'd go for the light of the Bumblebee everytime. And there's the ting at the end to look forward to.
My car is dirty and stays out all night so I'm going to have it spayed.
[Rosie] re: your dirty car - if it tries to mount the pavement, just throw a bucket of cod water over it.
My car is amphibious and goes fast on the strait. (Chalky) It often does but paradoxically it's the tyre, not the pavement, that gets fucked.
I dive a spots car, which is very fat.
I drive an old Proon.
Do we think this game has, perhaps, run its curse?
[Kim] Indeed. The end of the word as we know it. What's the winning lie?
I think there is still lie in the old do yet.
There's a windswept garage at the top of the hill that sells moors.
[Rosie] What a load of garage!
(Kim) Not my cup of tea. I prefer a Sting quartet. But steer me well away from County.
[Rosie] As a teenager, I was into gunge.
(Kim) I used to like gospel rock, e.g. Buddy Holy.
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