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You're kidding... Are we aloud to sh shshshswws ss?
Yeah, so long as its dark!
Switches off the lights... Hee hee hee hee hee
*Daffy ****** her **** then ******** the ********* with his ******** before finally ******* her ********. Twice.*
I turn my back for 12 hours and what happens? Sleepovers, over-aged drinking, general 'having fun' and blatant plagiarism.
Right, it's the naughty step for all of you (except Haunted cos I think she was being led astray - and when she wrote this poem she was just trying to be nice)
The rest of you are all grounded..... you little tinkers.
Having deciphered all the ******** I must say that I am shocked, shockedQuote:
Originally Posted by dafydd manton
Com on, Mary, think of the fun we can have on the Naughty Step. That's where you take one more step that is naughty, if I remember correctly.
Ooops fell off the step.
It'll be the booze. You know what you're like on pints of Creme de Menthe!
anyone want a compress for their head?
does it tickle?
What a riot we have here! :svengo:
:p :D
I reality, Max, we're all real-estate agents, or chartered accountants, and we don';t have a life. We're making up for lost time.
Im all up for tickling
(Mary, can you clear some PMs please. Can't send any more till you do. Thanks)
Wow. That's a wondweful poem Haunted *
Mary deserves it ! She is lovely as loveliest ( quoted from Heaven Eyes )
Sry 4 missing the group hug - love u girls :)
Hoopieeeeee. Lovely to see you.
Have to run now though... his one for you precious.:cheers2:
See who's here, Hoooooope! Thanks sweetie for your comment. A special special from Mary and me :grouphug: :ladysman:
ok Jer, over here...........goochie-goochie-gooooooo!!!
will tickle me under my chin please??
*right hand under Delta's chin, left hand on a bowling ball. Oops sorry, I'm mistaken, that's Jerry*
goochie-goochie-goochie-goochie-goooooooOOOOO
RoFl
oooh! I win the prize i'm the 100th poster on this thread
what's my prize???? gimme gimme gimme!
oh bollocks I'm not!
Oy, once again,you're in to all these group hugs, and you leave me out. I'm definitely going to sulk!
Sorry Dave... Cuddles to you too, sweetie. Mwah.
No, I'm sulking - unless you're really nice to me!! (I know you always are, but a good sulk is therapeutic)
Ok, ar, really nice... ar, er... Lovely day today... No, that's not good. Um, I know... The sun only shines when I think of you. (Corny... But nice none-the-less)
OK, end of sulk. Now what?
Now, we dance... La di da, la di da....
Oh Dafydd you dance divine.
I 'ad lessons up the Locarno, din' I!
Fan's face....
Not as young as I use to be... All this dancing is tiring me out.
Let's go and have a quiet drink. Pint? Red Wine? Is that with or without a cherry and a little paper umbrella?
Sip sip sip... Hmmm... More pleases...
There you go. Good stuff this - 25 cents a bottle. Vintage. If you don;t like it, we could always strip the wallpaper off with it.
No darl, adds to the flavour. Yum
You've got taste buds left? How do you do that? Another pint, or shall I just get us a barrel each?
barrel please.
*Returns with barrel under each arm, and two straws*
Yum... Dave, what is this delicious juice?
Vin de Plonk, a Cypriot brew made from choice grapes, old tyres and methylated spirits, matured for 24 hours in oaken casks then shipped aboard a rusting scow with an evil crew of pirates, and taken in the dead of night to a certain bar in downtown Alcoholics Creek, where we sip so delicately from our jam jars.
Wow D, that was oddly poetic.
Ah, I do poetic Hooch! Wait till you've heard me eulogising on champagne at $1.35 a bottle, that's poetry.