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rob, Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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It's not so much dullness as repetitive cycles of the same old behaviourSomeone can be 'dull', ie not very entertaining, but generally alright for a bit of banter. Whereas someone else could be permanently having the DRAMAZ yet it is totally tiresome.
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Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Tue 29 Jun 2010, 15:26,
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latest was 16 years ago)
"Oh, in me bag to sell down Ca$h Converters for some skag"(
Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Tue 29 Jun 2010, 15:32,
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DuuuuudeI donated to smutpeddlers. Where's my free sex act? I'm pretty sure that's how it was explained to me.
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djtrialprice, Tue 29 Jun 2010, 15:40,
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Oh sorry, you should have got that in the post.(
Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Tue 29 Jun 2010, 15:42,
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You've posted meFlim's severed right hand haven't you? Disgusting!
:D
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djtrialprice, Tue 29 Jun 2010, 15:49,
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Notice it was rigor-mortised into a useful position...(
Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Tue 29 Jun 2010, 15:59,
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WHO'S ASKIN, EH???*chesty thing that fellas do*
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Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Tue 29 Jun 2010, 15:32,
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You wanna go see to yer missusThere's flies all over your house and the neighbours are talking about the smell.
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Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Tue 29 Jun 2010, 15:38,
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Well fool on you, because I haven't *got* any neighbours!HA!
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Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Tue 29 Jun 2010, 15:41,
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Not after I had that scouser over.(
Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Tue 29 Jun 2010, 15:43,
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Shut up, they all sold up after they saw your nasty white ass that time(
Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Tue 29 Jun 2010, 15:45,
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We're going on holiday to DenmarkI'll be disappointed if this isn't true.
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djtrialprice, Tue 29 Jun 2010, 15:56,
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Just be sure not to squeeze them too hard, I bruise easily.(
Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Tue 29 Jun 2010, 16:02,
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You shut it, you.It was all you could do not to pull over your little girl's car and bum me right there on the pavement.
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Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Tue 29 Jun 2010, 15:51,
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Well Tesco have noticed all the Raid and Glade you're buyingTry Oust. It neutralises as well as perfuming.
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Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Tue 29 Jun 2010, 15:42,
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I was thinking more CORPSEY smellsWe know you've done 'er in.
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Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Tue 29 Jun 2010, 15:44,
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I know, I was insinuating that you use Oust on your Mimsy."Wow! Fresh!"
Flim is not dead. She is just sleeping, always sleeping.
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Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Tue 29 Jun 2010, 15:46,
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THE rain set early in to-night,
The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops down for spite,
And did its worst to vex the lake:
I listen'd with heart fit to break.
When glided in Porphyria; straight
She shut the cold out and the storm,
And kneel'd and made the cheerless grate
Blaze up, and all the cottage warm;
Which done, she rose, and from her form
Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl,
And laid her soil'd gloves by, untied
Her hat and let the damp hair fall,
And, last, she sat down by my side
And call'd me. When no voice replied,
She put my arm about her waist,
And made her smooth white shoulder bare,
And all her yellow hair displaced,
And, stooping, made my cheek lie there,
And spread, o'er all, her yellow hair,
Murmuring how she loved me—she
Too weak, for all her heart's endeavour,
To set its struggling passion free
From pride, and vainer ties dissever,
And give herself to me for ever.
But passion sometimes would prevail,
Nor could to-night's gay feast restrain
A sudden thought of one so pale
For love of her, and all in vain:
So, she was come through wind and rain.
Be sure I look'd up at her eyes
Happy and proud; at last I knew
Porphyria worshipp'd me; surprise
Made my heart swell, and still it grew
While I debated what to do.
That moment she was mine, mine, fair,
Perfectly pure and good: I found
A thing to do, and all her hair
In one long yellow string I wound
Three times her little throat around,
And strangled her. No pain felt she;
I am quite sure she felt no pain.
As a shut bud that holds a bee,
I warily oped her lids: again
Laugh'd the blue eyes without a stain.
And I untighten'd next the tress
About her neck; her cheek once more
Blush'd bright beneath my burning kiss:
I propp'd her head up as before,
Only, this time my shoulder bore
Her head, which droops upon it still:
The smiling rosy little head,
So glad it has its utmost will,
That all it scorn'd at once is fled,
And I, its love, am gain'd instead!
Porphyria's love: she guess'd not how
Her darling one wish would be heard.
And thus we sit together now,
And all night long we have not stirr'd,
And yet God has not said a word!
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Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Tue 29 Jun 2010, 15:48,
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Looks like my Goose is Cooked.I'd have got away with it if it wasn't for those pesky scousers.
Just to reiterate, Flim is very much alive.
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Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Tue 29 Jun 2010, 15:55,
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oh yeah?where is she then eh?
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Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Tue 29 Jun 2010, 15:57,
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In all our hearts, yes,She's the B3tan of Hearts.
She was the People's B3tan.
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Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Tue 29 Jun 2010, 15:58,
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