^ that's me that is.If I had a beard.
And was a cartoon, like.
(And was a cartoon, like.
Barbarossa is not my real name,
Fri 14 Jan 2011, 12:22,
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It's meIf I didn't have a moustache! ....and greying hair.... and was cartoon-like
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XLVII .uk,
Fri 14 Jan 2011, 12:44,
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Ahh.Didn't expect to get caught flossing £81k out of the system. Clever man. Mind you, that's a lot of pies.
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Smallbrainfield,
Fri 14 Jan 2011, 12:27,
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I know someone who works for them...
joefish It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks,
Fri 14 Jan 2011, 13:28,
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"Over 9000"is a shit meme perpetrated by 4chan
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emvee cruor deo cruoris,
Fri 14 Jan 2011, 12:35,
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Outthattaway ---->Walking trip tomorrow to Bobbin Head.
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Colonel Boris "...a desperate Buzzfeed imitation...",
Fri 14 Jan 2011, 12:23,
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really?I've got a wanking trip tomorrow to throbbin' head...
( Barbarossa is not my real name,
Fri 14 Jan 2011, 12:25,
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Kuring-gay might be gay,but it's the Royal NP that fucks you in the arse with their disappearing trails.
( Colonel Boris "...a desperate Buzzfeed imitation...",
Fri 14 Jan 2011, 13:32,
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*emails Westboro Baptist Church*
Rocker_44 (-_-) shhhhh! Is asleep on,
Fri 14 Jan 2011, 13:35,
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Nectar point fraudwww.google.com/hostednews/ukpress/article/ALeqM5gmLPJDWxPiXeuSfD2DxwTNtd5i7w?docId=B27081361295001785A00
Don't know how it relates to Akira (?) though
(Don't know how it relates to Akira (?) though
Joe Scaramanga with a G-double-O-D vibration,
Fri 14 Jan 2011, 12:25,
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My spidey-sense tells methere be meme-work going on here.
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J Peasemould Gruntfuttock Alpha Mike Foxtrot,
Fri 14 Jan 2011, 13:02,
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It seems I have misplaced my Friday feeling.
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Whato_Jeeves Did your surgery require a vaginal mesh patch?,
Fri 14 Jan 2011, 12:25,
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This made me laughpurely because it's so irrelivant!
( XLVII .uk,
Fri 14 Jan 2011, 12:45,
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*licks Vienetta card*
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Whato_Jeeves Did your surgery require a vaginal mesh patch?,
Fri 14 Jan 2011, 12:51,
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*tricks Vienna tart*
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Whato_Jeeves Did your surgery require a vaginal mesh patch?,
Fri 14 Jan 2011, 12:57,
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Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Vienettaaaaah
mediocre ha ha ha, you're reading this,
Fri 14 Jan 2011, 12:53,
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Now that is what you call Ultra Vocal.
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Whato_Jeeves Did your surgery require a vaginal mesh patch?,
Fri 14 Jan 2011, 12:54,
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I thought an prolific inventor such as yourself would knowCD players do not play cards!
*facepalms*
(*facepalms*
XLVII .uk,
Fri 14 Jan 2011, 12:54,
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Mine doesit's one of those perks of being an inventor
( mediocre ha ha ha, you're reading this,
Fri 14 Jan 2011, 13:00,
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are you like in last of the summer wine -creating baths on wheels and that? but without the hills to roll them down
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plentyofants more ghee, vicar?,
Fri 14 Jan 2011, 13:02,
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*clears throat*The heavenly hills of Holland,
How wondrously they rise
Above the smooth green pastures
Into the azure skies!
With blue and purple hollows,
With peaks of dazzling snow,
Along the far horizon
The clouds are marching slow.
No mortal foot has trodden
The summits of that range,
Nor walked those mystic valleys
Whose colors ever change;
Yet we possess their beauty,
And visit them in dreams,
While the ruddy gold of sunset
From cliff and canyon gleams.
In days of cloudless weather
They melt into the light;
When fog and mist surround us
They're hidden from our sight;
But when returns a season
Clear shining after rain,
While the northwest wind is blowing,
We see the hills again.
The old Dutch painters loved them,
Their pictures show them clear,
Old Hobbema and Ruysdael,
Van Goyen and Vermeer.
Above the level landscape,
Rich polders, long-armed mills,
Canals and ancient cities,
Float Holland's heavenly hills.
(How wondrously they rise
Above the smooth green pastures
Into the azure skies!
With blue and purple hollows,
With peaks of dazzling snow,
Along the far horizon
The clouds are marching slow.
No mortal foot has trodden
The summits of that range,
Nor walked those mystic valleys
Whose colors ever change;
Yet we possess their beauty,
And visit them in dreams,
While the ruddy gold of sunset
From cliff and canyon gleams.
In days of cloudless weather
They melt into the light;
When fog and mist surround us
They're hidden from our sight;
But when returns a season
Clear shining after rain,
While the northwest wind is blowing,
We see the hills again.
The old Dutch painters loved them,
Their pictures show them clear,
Old Hobbema and Ruysdael,
Van Goyen and Vermeer.
Above the level landscape,
Rich polders, long-armed mills,
Canals and ancient cities,
Float Holland's heavenly hills.
J Peasemould Gruntfuttock Alpha Mike Foxtrot,
Fri 14 Jan 2011, 13:08,
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That was the other option...:D
( J Peasemould Gruntfuttock Alpha Mike Foxtrot,
Fri 14 Jan 2011, 13:15,
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Silly plentyofants, hills are already invented mediocre ha ha ha, you're reading this,
Fri 14 Jan 2011, 13:09,
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