YOU'VE ONLY GOT TO LOOK AT HIM!!!
YOU CAN TELL BY HIS EYES!
*forms neighbourhood lynching mob*
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Thu 7 Dec 2006, 16:51,
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*forms neighbourhood lynching mob*
You can still be my friend
despite succumbing to cocks.
Good blinkage though. :D
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Thu 7 Dec 2006, 16:51,
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Good blinkage though. :D
hahaha sounds like a film i once saw
and woo yay to tony hart related animated paper cock business also
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Thu 7 Dec 2006, 16:52,
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Oh, that gosh darn Toe-Knee-Heart!
His name's all made up of body parts, y'know.
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Thu 7 Dec 2006, 16:52,
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let's see what's in the gallery
hahaha!
EDIT\ super fast FP congrats.
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Thu 7 Dec 2006, 16:53,
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EDIT\ super fast FP congrats.
Woo to the pic, here's two tiny spiders chatting
knock knock who's there?
v v
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Latish Latish who?
v v
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Bless you I hate you
^ ^
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Why? You're a dick
v v
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Thu 7 Dec 2006, 16:54,
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v v
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Latish Latish who?
v v
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Bless you I hate you
^ ^
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Why? You're a dick
v v
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Because Mr Bennett keeps them in a special album under his horrid bed.
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Thu 7 Dec 2006, 16:58,
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Oh, Mr. Bennett was always a bit of a frightening concept.
Like one of those stories your parents used to tell you about the bogeyman.
I can see his bed now: Stained and stinking of piss and day-old semen, festering in the corner of a tiny room - barely bigger than a broom cupboard. His collection of vintage gay bear contact mags peeking from under the single yellowing pillow. Propped up the corner is a mop that has clearly been used for something a consumer magazine would never describe it as "fit for the purpose".
His discarded clothing forms a crude nest in the corner, and upon close observation can be seen moving gently by itself, as if infested with something.
Oh - hang on - that's Dixon's room... Mr. Bennett is next door.
Sorry.
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Thu 7 Dec 2006, 17:06,
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I can see his bed now: Stained and stinking of piss and day-old semen, festering in the corner of a tiny room - barely bigger than a broom cupboard. His collection of vintage gay bear contact mags peeking from under the single yellowing pillow. Propped up the corner is a mop that has clearly been used for something a consumer magazine would never describe it as "fit for the purpose".
His discarded clothing forms a crude nest in the corner, and upon close observation can be seen moving gently by itself, as if infested with something.
Oh - hang on - that's Dixon's room... Mr. Bennett is next door.
Sorry.
Brilliant!
I had a dream about Tony Hart at the weekend, I dreamt I was watching a programme about him, and he was actually a well-respected musician. There were clips of him on Ed Sullivan Show and playing with Lennon and things like that.
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Thu 7 Dec 2006, 16:57,
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