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[challenge entry] Out on a wild and windy moor, we roll and fall in brie. You had a temper, like my jealous eel, too hot, too greasy..



Kate Bush is probably turning in her grave.

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(I helped save b3ta! Afinkawan Yes I can hear you Clem Fandango, Fri 1 Oct 2004, 13:23, archived)
# Yay.
Greasy eels.
(I helped save b3ta! ArthurTheRat, Fri 1 Oct 2004, 13:23, archived)
# pfffft
that made me giggle
(I helped save b3ta! Flowerpot No longer has the vapours thanks to DTH, Fri 1 Oct 2004, 13:27, archived)
# Hmmmm...
Isn't that from Never Mind the Buzzcocks???
(Amazing Mr Strange, Fri 1 Oct 2004, 13:29, archived)
[challenge entry] Yes.
Jeff Green I think.

It's not like everybody else isn't going to be stealing from kissthisguy.com
(I helped save b3ta! Afinkawan Yes I can hear you Clem Fandango, Fri 1 Oct 2004, 13:30, archived)
# is she dead?
woo! yay!
(I helped save b3ta! stup0t, Fri 1 Oct 2004, 13:30, archived)
# That's not the point.
You don't have to be dead to be buried, it's just traditional that you are.
(I helped save b3ta! Afinkawan Yes I can hear you Clem Fandango, Fri 1 Oct 2004, 13:31, archived)