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We cannot go on like this
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Did I ever say “I told you so”
The Dickens thingy always felt a little loose and disorganised from you eloquent descriptions.
I’m going nowhere near the “fetid vag” thanks you very much.
Theguy with the legs is just too synthetic.
Spam?
You get spam?
Maybe it was the “Sleep” post that dragged the spammers in?
I bet your spam is more interesting than mine… :-)
Mine is beyond boring the latest one is a kitchen fitter somewhere…!
The smell might have been popcorn wee. Seems highly likely.
Oscar Piscatorius: deer-friend was just fishing.
The Dickens event has all of the elements of my worst nightmare… my last round on the play-reading committee for my local theater group found me voicing the minority opinion that attempting to produce a shit play during our regular season - just because it was written by a local playwright - would do nothing more than alienate our primary demographic. And it sucked. And it alienated. And it lost money. Andy the rest of the crew was astonished as to what had happened. And i quit the board (for many other reasons, but this was a trigger).
thanks for the traumatic flashbacks, fella!
Is finding a young man the whole point? If that be the case, mission accomplished!
Was the enormously fat girl stuffing her face from America? Sounds like one of ours.
I agree 100% about Pistorius. Such ridiculousness. And I acknowledge Bolt’s abilities, but what a dickhead. All that preening and posturing. It makes me ill.
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