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@soulie wrote:

no no no no

all wrong, all of them.. did you know, it was a girl who pushed humptie dumptie off his wall?

And all the kings men weren’t allowed to put humpty together again cos the Queen said so :lol:

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You should wire the clamps to a car battery :twisted:

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@robyn wrote:

@oss wrote:

@robyn wrote:

Tequila makes me sick :-… (and makes my clothes fall off :lol: )

what drink puts them back on :shock:

When i find one..I’ll let ya know :wink:

Well let me pop round and give ya a tequila – then we can spend the rest of the night trying to find the one that makes them pop back on :roll: :twisted:

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@beeker wrote:

Ive been called lots of things in my time…nonje of them particularly complimentary :wink: :lol:

but my main nicknames in school were…

hightower (im tall)

chimp (I had a banana fetish)

hehe :wink:

now most of my mates call me Taff…cos im a welshman in manc :P

So basically beeker m8 your saying your a MANKY TAFF :roll: :lol:

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@robyn wrote:

Tequila makes me sick :-… (and makes my clothes fall off :lol: )

what drink puts them back on :shock:

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@angel* wrote:

@oss wrote:

@angel* wrote:

Time for my bed I think….

Gudnite everyone, sleep well

OSS…….bed……….NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :lol:

Night darlin – and okay i am of too it appears – been order by the devonshire trout :lol:

night all – i will only get stick if i don’t :shock:

Don’t u just love it when a man does as he’s told :lol:

And don’t be thinkin you can sneak back on ere either…….I have eyes and ears everywhere :wink:

Gudnite oss my friend……..sleep well ok xxxx

night trouty darlin mwwwaaahhhh xxx

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tROUT BAG ALWAYS MAKES ME SMILE

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@angel* wrote:

Time for my bed I think….

Gudnite everyone, sleep well

OSS…….bed……….NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :lol:

Night darlin – and okay i am of too it appears – been order by the devonshire trout :lol:

night all – i will only get stick if i don’t :shock:

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@tadpole wrote:

We started to “bud” in our blouses at 9 or 10 years old only to find
that anything that came in contact with those tender, blooming buds hurt
so bad it brought us to tears. So came the ridiculously uncomfortable
training bra contraption that the boys in school would snap until we had
calluses on our backs.

Next, we get our periods in our early to mid-teens (or sooner). Along
with those budding boobs, we bloated, we cramped, we got the hormone
crankies, had to wear little mattresses between our legs or insert
tubular, packed cotton rods in places we didn’t even know we had.

Our next little rite of passage (premarital or not) was having sex for
the first time which was about as much fun as having a ramrod push your
uterus through your nostrils (IF he did it right and didn’t end up with
t his little cart before his horse), leaving us to wonder what all the
fuss was about.

Then it’ was off to Motherhood where we learned to live on dry crackers
and water for a few months so we didn’t spend the entire day leaning
over Brother John. Of course, amazing creatures that we are (and we
are), we learned to live with the growing little angels inside us
steadily kicking our innards night and day making us wonder if we were
preparing to have Rosemary’s Baby.

Our once flat bellies looked like we swallowed a watermelon whole and we
pee’d our pants every time we sneezed. When the big moment arrived, the
dam in our blessed Nether Regions invariably burst right in the middle
of the mall and we had to waddle, with our big cartoon feet, moaning in
pain all the way to the ER.

Then it was huff and puff and beg to die while the OB says, “Please stop
screaming, Mrs. Hearmeroar. Calm down and push. Just one more good
push (more like 10),” warranting a strong, well-deserved impulse to
punch the %*#!* (and hubby) square in the nose for making us cram a
wiggling, mushroom-headed 10lb bowling ball through a keyhole.

After that, it was time to raise those angels only to find that when all
that “cute” wears off, the beautiful little darlings morphed into
walking, jabbering, wet, gooey, snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop
machines.

Then come their “Teen Years.” Need I say more?

When the kids are almost grown, we women hit our voracious sexual prime
in our early 40’s – while hubby had his somewhere around his 18th
birthday.

So we progress into the grand finale: “The Menopause,” the Grandmother
of all womanhood. It’s either take HRT and chance cancer in those now
seasoned “buds” or the aforementioned Nether Regions, or, sweat like a
hog in July, wash your sheets and pillowcases daily and bite the head
off anything that moves.

Now, you ask WHY women seem to be more spiteful than men, when men get
off so easy, INCLUDING the icing on life’s cake: Being able to pee in
the woods without soaking their socks…

So, while I love being a woman, “Womanhood” would make the Great Gandhi
a tad crabby. Women are the “weaker sex”? Yeah right. Bite me.

I would of read this but i have had a few beers and it is really long and i am a bloke and my attention span aint that long at this time in the morning, i do apolagise for my mis giving i promise to read it at a later date, i could of just clicked on and off and not said anything – i just wanted you to know i did initially click on in the first place, even though i couldn’t be bothered to read it :D

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@Ow£n Ka$h wrote:

@oss wrote:

Owen as long as bears p!ss in the zoo you’ll visit my posts lol – glad ya had a good night at the gig m8 – who was it can’t be assed to go to arts forum :lol:

:lol:
Roy Harper.
http://www.royharper.co.uk/

Sweet – pity i didn’t see it myself :(

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