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I also managed to eat an entire 45lb cabbage in one sitting.
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Was it for a cabbage eating competition?
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Tue 26 Aug 2003, 15:43,
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Apparently a lady grew massive cabbages in the 60s by communing with plant spirits who told her what to do with the poor soil there.
I stayed in a caravan (last week. Not in the 60s).
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Tue 26 Aug 2003, 15:45,
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I stayed in a caravan (last week. Not in the 60s).
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communing with plants is a tricky business. My aunt had a nasty accident with a parsnip that she was trying to be as one with.
A caravan? Oooh swish. I'm more of a tent girl
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Tue 26 Aug 2003, 15:49,
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A caravan? Oooh swish. I'm more of a tent girl
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Spiders as big as your head; lesbian nuns who came round to tidy up; a lovely robin who attacked Sue Drawbridge everyday cos she wouldn't feed him; and a man who put his willy through the letter box everyday until Fat Paul poured boiling water over it the day we left.
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Tue 26 Aug 2003, 15:51,
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no wonder it was fun-free. At least that robin had the right idea, if only he'd been a poisonous robin.
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Tue 26 Aug 2003, 15:55,
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I laughed and laughed and laughed.
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Tue 26 Aug 2003, 15:58,
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for a wig any day. Convince her she needs hair implants and you can stab the bitch in the scalp.
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Tue 26 Aug 2003, 16:02,
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that's probably why she's jealous of your skills with the weaves.
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