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# He got home safe
and cried himself to sleep.
(, Fri 7 Jun 2002, 22:36, archived)
# *sob* stop! please!
my heart bleeds for the little chappy...i think i might join in the tears at bed time... :'(
(, Fri 7 Jun 2002, 22:38, archived)
# and the next day
it rained.
(, Fri 7 Jun 2002, 22:39, archived)
# you really are a bastard
aren't you?
(, Fri 7 Jun 2002, 22:41, archived)
# I think of myself
as a healthy pessimist.
(, Fri 7 Jun 2002, 22:42, archived)
# Y'know I used to work for Glaxo
and I could sort the little chap out with a job lot of Ritilin. Would that help ease his pain?

Lumpy: Adventures in Monged Out Land. It could be a three hour animation of him giggling at a teacosy- it certainly helped me get through the day.

(Wooyay etc. Sir, thou art talented bordering on the obscene.)
(, Fri 7 Jun 2002, 23:07, archived)
# some dashing, handsome man dressed in
black should swing through Lumpy's window from a harrier jump jet and deposit a box of Cadbury's Milk Tray in his lap before diving out the window onto a motorbike just to cheer him up...
(, Fri 7 Jun 2002, 22:41, archived)
# wouldn't
that just leave the jump jet in free fall if the pilot jumped out and escaped on the bike?

lumpy would get chocolate and then crushed
(, Fri 7 Jun 2002, 22:45, archived)
# exactly.
poor bloke.
(, Fri 7 Jun 2002, 22:50, archived)
# some might consider you
to be even more of a bastard that bovine
(, Fri 7 Jun 2002, 22:55, archived)