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sometimes they mock us
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Purple Onion,
Fri 11 Feb 2005, 13:30,
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heheheThey still have it in them!
Now you have me wondering if there are b3tans posting at old age...hmm
(Now you have me wondering if there are b3tans posting at old age...hmm
Tikoloshe,
Fri 11 Feb 2005, 13:31,
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What do you mean?"Will be"?
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groovegenerator The man who mistook his wife for his wife,
Fri 11 Feb 2005, 13:32,
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DohWrong tense! Not "will be" but "are"
( groovegenerator The man who mistook his wife for his wife,
Fri 11 Feb 2005, 13:35,
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I think wemay have a contest here. I'm quite ancient as well
( groovegenerator The man who mistook his wife for his wife,
Fri 11 Feb 2005, 13:35,
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born in 1958I remember when you could root someone without a condom and the only worry was pregnancy.
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Fri 11 Feb 2005, 13:37,
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GoshI think we have a winner here.
"Root"? How priceless!
("Root"? How priceless!
groovegenerator The man who mistook his wife for his wife,
Fri 11 Feb 2005, 13:38,
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aaaarghwhy do people always "correct" direct quotes?
It should be your all gay. Saying not statement
/coat
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Fri 11 Feb 2005, 13:34,
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It should be your all gay. Saying not statement
/coat
*notices username*faints
Sir Aunty Grampa Dave the Hat - enjoying a post-meridian muncheon - Ta! Cannaoogim!?,
Fri 11 Feb 2005, 13:39,
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soldinio must dislike you a bit today then.*pats DtH on head soothingly.
*removes hand in pain.
*rasks DtH to remove Kaiser-style German helmet.
*pats head soothingly (with other hand)
(*removes hand in pain.
*rasks DtH to remove Kaiser-style German helmet.
*pats head soothingly (with other hand)
Zaphod's Wombat - Never did quite get the hang of,
Fri 11 Feb 2005, 13:48,
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hahahahayeah you learn em
woo
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swaza I'm bad, I'm bad. You know it. I'm bad.,
Fri 11 Feb 2005, 13:32,
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this has been in my profile for a while - i wrote it for a friend's 21st...Dear Grandson,
Oh how jealous it does one make,
To see the sight of the birthday cake
Of you, the one who is so young,
The sum of the candles, only twenty-one.
Once upon a time, I was just like you,
Taunting the llamas at the local zoo,
Eating fresh acorns right out of the tree,
And reaching the toilet when needing a wee.
But I see photos and start to despair,
Because I, alas, am stuck in this chair
Whilst you with your torso,
Perm,
Sperm,
And More so
Seem to float effortlessly in the air.
I know that this all may sound rather bitter,
I won’t be the first to tell you “life’s a shitter”,
But there is one thing that keeps me happy and going
(Apart from, of course, the surgeon’s sewing):
And that is the thought that the young, like me,
Will start to deteriorate physically.
edit: and woo to pic
(Oh how jealous it does one make,
To see the sight of the birthday cake
Of you, the one who is so young,
The sum of the candles, only twenty-one.
Once upon a time, I was just like you,
Taunting the llamas at the local zoo,
Eating fresh acorns right out of the tree,
And reaching the toilet when needing a wee.
But I see photos and start to despair,
Because I, alas, am stuck in this chair
Whilst you with your torso,
Perm,
Sperm,
And More so
Seem to float effortlessly in the air.
I know that this all may sound rather bitter,
I won’t be the first to tell you “life’s a shitter”,
But there is one thing that keeps me happy and going
(Apart from, of course, the surgeon’s sewing):
And that is the thought that the young, like me,
Will start to deteriorate physically.
edit: and woo to pic
clorey mcnuggety,
Fri 11 Feb 2005, 13:35,
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Houpla!I live in a chair myself and well over 40 years ago I wrote this pome.......
While I lie here like a Lord
With nurses rushing round the ward,
I wonder if they are so good
Beneath their starched exteriorhood.
The cap is stiff and starched and white
Beneath which lies long hair rolled tight
And then the apron, stockings, shoes,
Make up the nurse we cannot lose.
What are they like when let outside?
All set to ride the trail of parties, dances, sin?
But lying here I only guess
what lies beneath that shapeless dress;
for I am ill and they are kind
So who am I to have to mind?
By Me.......
(While I lie here like a Lord
With nurses rushing round the ward,
I wonder if they are so good
Beneath their starched exteriorhood.
The cap is stiff and starched and white
Beneath which lies long hair rolled tight
And then the apron, stockings, shoes,
Make up the nurse we cannot lose.
What are they like when let outside?
All set to ride the trail of parties, dances, sin?
But lying here I only guess
what lies beneath that shapeless dress;
for I am ill and they are kind
So who am I to have to mind?
By Me.......
drjames,
Fri 11 Feb 2005, 13:47,
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