Reg Smeeton
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« Reply #45 on: Wednesday, January 21, 2009, 20:30:14 » |
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Disappointing, Reg (and you Pullen).
I've neville been the swotty type..I noticed at my school, they seldom pulled birds and got beaten up, neither of which had much appeal. |
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« Reply #46 on: Wednesday, January 21, 2009, 20:32:15 » |
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I however, apologise profusely.
As Reg would write - it'll "neville" happen again*
* It probably will.
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« Reply #47 on: Wednesday, January 21, 2009, 20:55:59 » |
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I had a disaster returning some books to the new library.
Oh dear.Got to remember to put the books back one at a time Ben  |
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I was a small, fat child in a welfare house
There was only one thing I ever dreamed about
And fate has just
Handed it to me - whoopee
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Reg Smeeton
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« Reply #48 on: Wednesday, January 21, 2009, 20:59:28 » |
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Oh dear.Got to remember to put the books back one at a time Ben The pop up bits probably got stuck in the machine. |
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« Reply #49 on: Wednesday, January 21, 2009, 21:08:49 » |
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Oh dear.Got to remember to put the books back one at a time Ben It wasn't that. I put the three I had in one at a time, but it kept demanding more. I was worried that this hungry machine might eat me if I didn't feed it, so I gave it my shoes. It still wanted more. My hat went in, my coat, my jeans; soon I was left naked; fearful of the ravenous robotic monster that I had awakened. Not a good day. |
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« Reply #50 on: Wednesday, January 21, 2009, 21:21:04 » |
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It wasn't that. I put the three I had in one at a time, but it kept demanding more. I was worried that this hungry machine might eat me if I didn't feed it, so I gave it my shoes. It still wanted more. My hat went in, my coat, my jeans; soon I was left naked; fearful of the ravenous robotic monster that I had awakened.
Not a good day.
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« Reply #51 on: Wednesday, January 21, 2009, 22:02:43 » |
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It wasn't that. I put the three I had in one at a time, but it kept demanding more. I was worried that this hungry machine might eat me if I didn't feed it, so I gave it my shoes. It still wanted more. My hat went in, my coat, my jeans; soon I was left naked; fearful of the ravenous robotic monster that I had awakened.
Not a good day.
That split my lip you cunt. I've seen the magic that happens behind the robot. It's a woman who stacks them on a trolley. |
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DMR
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« Reply #52 on: Thursday, January 22, 2009, 05:57:21 » |
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Oh shit oh shit.... Bed time.
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« Reply #53 on: Thursday, January 22, 2009, 07:46:22 » |
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poo get's deposited in the toilet, not the bed dave
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This is the water.
And this is the well.
Drink full and descend.
The horse is the white of the eyes and dark within.
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« Reply #54 on: Thursday, January 22, 2009, 12:06:26 » |
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Oh shit oh shit.... Bed time.
Stay away from the airing cupboard! |
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« Reply #55 on: Thursday, January 22, 2009, 12:37:17 » |
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Stay away from the airing cupboard!
This reminded me of something that happened a couple of weeks ago. An old Army mate got in touch with me on Facebook and asked me if I remembered 'The Biscuit Tin' incident. When I was 17, I went up to Sutton Coldfield to spend a couple of days at the selection centre there. The first night we all went to the NAAFI bar and I got off my face. In the middle of the night, I got up and went across to the bed adjacent to mine and started to piss all over this blokes bedside chest. What made it worse was that he had a biscuit tin on it. Not only did the noise wake everyone else up, but loads of piss was ending up on the head of the unlucky bastard that was in the bed, bad when his head was turned away, even worse when he turned round to see what was going on......... |
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DMR
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« Reply #56 on: Thursday, January 22, 2009, 15:45:57 » |
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Hahahaha, sadly no blackout to report, although my flatmate Jack has one of those massive sling-shot wotsits, we fired half a Dominoes pepporoni feast and a number of potatoes at next doors door, which resulted in a waterfight at about 5.30am. During which I slipped and smashed my nut on a fire extinguisher.... no doubt the reason behind my headache.
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