Root around in there!!!*ahem*
hmm never catch me doing that
*picks*
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Wed 31 Mar 2004, 18:42,
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hmm never catch me doing that
*picks*
anyone who doesn't do it...... is lying, or is fortunate to live in a country without pollution, pollen, and low humidity. Or has a cocaine habit and no septum...
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bnt what, me worry?,
Wed 31 Mar 2004, 18:47,
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The first time I went to LondonI was shocked to discover that the city makes your snot black :/
( mother inferior - now fully in compliance with the Trades Descriptions Act, being both a mother and inferior,
Wed 31 Mar 2004, 18:48,
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That is pretty bad...Everytime I go to France, the country, I find sand in it when I eat it....and with sand between your teeth it tastes a lot worse :(
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Wed 31 Mar 2004, 18:50,
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Yuk! mother inferior - now fully in compliance with the Trades Descriptions Act, being both a mother and inferior,
Wed 31 Mar 2004, 18:52,
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A friend used to work as a motorcycle dispatch rider in London . .When he'd het home his eyes & nose would look like he'd spent a week down the pits . . .
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Tabazan - Stoneage Dinosaur,
Wed 31 Mar 2004, 18:50,
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I could believe that mother inferior - now fully in compliance with the Trades Descriptions Act, being both a mother and inferior,
Wed 31 Mar 2004, 18:53,
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The great thing aboutLondon air is you can chew on it. Since the new laws on exhaust emissions it is not the same anymore sadly. I can't get my daily fix of tar, carbon and sulphur.
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Enigmatic ™ Voice No More ©,
Wed 31 Mar 2004, 18:55,
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Try smoking.Cigarettes are full of that.
( mother inferior - now fully in compliance with the Trades Descriptions Act, being both a mother and inferior,
Wed 31 Mar 2004, 19:00,
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Arf! mother inferior - now fully in compliance with the Trades Descriptions Act, being both a mother and inferior,
Wed 31 Mar 2004, 19:06,
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*passes the fags*
Steak the weegie: I though I had gone?!?!?!?!?!,
Wed 31 Mar 2004, 19:03,
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memories...I lived in Earl's Court for three years, and during hay fever season I would wake up in the middle of the night drowning in you-know-what. I got better when I went up Muswell Hill, and even better when I moved to Dublin...
( bnt what, me worry?,
Wed 31 Mar 2004, 18:58,
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