thanks
wait, it smells faintly of chicken...
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Purple Onion,
Wed 28 Sep 2005, 15:11,
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I suspect fowl play . . .
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Sir Aunty Grampa Dave the Hat - enjoying a post-meridian muncheon - Ta! Cannaoogim!?,
Wed 28 Sep 2005, 15:12,
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I thought he didn't have the pluck
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Purple Onion,
Wed 28 Sep 2005, 15:13,
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you're such a cock
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Mr Gimpson Wolfguts,
Wed 28 Sep 2005, 15:14,
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you'll come round to my way of thinking . . .
. . .
. . .
in the hend!


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Sir Aunty Grampa Dave the Hat - enjoying a post-meridian muncheon - Ta! Cannaoogim!?,
Wed 28 Sep 2005, 15:14,
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I must stop egging you on
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Mr Gimpson Wolfguts,
Wed 28 Sep 2005, 15:16,
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As they say in France . . .
an oeuf is an oeuf . . .


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Sir Aunty Grampa Dave the Hat - enjoying a post-meridian muncheon - Ta! Cannaoogim!?,
Wed 28 Sep 2005, 15:18,
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Is that your idea of
a yolk?
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Purple Onion,
Wed 28 Sep 2005, 15:24,
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I shell ignore that!
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Sir Aunty Grampa Dave the Hat - enjoying a post-meridian muncheon - Ta! Cannaoogim!?,
Wed 28 Sep 2005, 15:28,
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I'll never get roost
to your way of thinking.
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Purple Onion,
Wed 28 Sep 2005, 15:17,
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