woo flying sheep
bullocks in my garden this morning. They smashed the fence to eat my sweet peas and bark mulch. What kind of a fucking retarded creature eats bark mulch.
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Fri 30 Jul 2004, 9:48,
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*slowly puts down bran flakes
Hmmm? I've always suspected that they weren't made from bran.
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Fri 30 Jul 2004, 9:52,
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Hmmm? I've always suspected that they weren't made from bran.
ning dave
any chance of being dave again your names confusing me and you have obviously given up on the (note spelling) thing
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Fri 30 Jul 2004, 9:58,
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You think of a bloody name then
*frowns crossly
bunch of fuckers all hate me anyway
EDIT: Oops! 'ning. *nods *smiles *doffs fez
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Fri 30 Jul 2004, 10:08,
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bunch of fuckers all hate me anyway
EDIT: Oops! 'ning. *nods *smiles *doffs fez
I don't
You're just misunderstood.
*hold Dave close to her motherly bosom*
*not really motherly
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Fri 30 Jul 2004, 10:21,
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*hold Dave close to her motherly bosom*
*not really motherly