HahahahahaJoe Scaramanga and I were discussing whiskey the other day, and for some reason had both drawn a blank about what it was from which its made.
Joe S suggested Celts, then someone else Scots, then Joe S said bitterly in a broad Scots brogue, 'And the misery of broken English promises!' hahahahaha
Have a remix:
(Joe S suggested Celts, then someone else Scots, then Joe S said bitterly in a broad Scots brogue, 'And the misery of broken English promises!' hahahahaha
Have a remix:
Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob,
Mon 30 Nov 2009, 16:35,
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Does each window lead to a different room in the tower?
Barbarossa is not my real name,
Mon 30 Nov 2009, 16:51,
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Some of the windowslead nowhere at all.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob,
Mon 30 Nov 2009, 16:53,
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Oooh that's a bit deep, innit*ponders*
( Barbarossa is not my real name,
Mon 30 Nov 2009, 16:55,
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Actually, it's just due to the architect being a bugger for absinth & crack cocktails. Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob,
Mon 30 Nov 2009, 17:06,
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ha haCrack cocktails pffft, Like prawn ones but a bit more "more'ish"
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The magic of chutney Shakes it like an Instagram filter!,
Mon 30 Nov 2009, 17:37,
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Ah, such a parcel of rogues in a nation.
Wasp Box like a nervous random stranger at a glory hole,
Mon 30 Nov 2009, 17:07,
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