WOO. ROBOTS.
I think I may have to do my robot impression this evening for Mrs V - it involves making my limbs move in jerky motions and saying 'I. AM. A. ROBOT.' in a forced, whining monotone.
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Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob,
Mon 21 Feb 2011, 13:13,
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So, pretty much like every other
evening, then?
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J Peasemould Gruntfuttock Alpha Mike Foxtrot,
Mon 21 Feb 2011, 13:14,
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Yeah pretty much.
Just with more WD40, that's all.
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Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob,
Mon 21 Feb 2011, 13:33,
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