Good afternoon dump dangling , salad dodging guffbeaks.Last night we were right in the middle of a gig, a song with a long guitar and keyboard bit at the beginning. The other guitarist and the drummer fucked offstage to the bogs. It was getting close to when they needed to be back when I noticed the drummer running through the audience, with a newspaper wedged between his are crack and very much on fire. Somehow, without knowing how, they manged to extinguish the flames and get to their places a split second before. This segues rather neatly to my question. So....lunch then?
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Captn Hood-Butter is not dead yet., Sun 14 Jun 2009, 13:10,
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I'm waiting for an olive skinned big titted girl to come round & cook my breakfast.I've been waiting many years for this so I don't hold out much hope.
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broadsword, Sun 14 Jun 2009, 13:21,
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