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Well travelled and helpful. How wonderful you are. I’m gathering my NatWest junk as I type. Many thanks!
Is Wigan anywhere near Bognor? I’ve heard Bognor rocks. Shall I go to the bank and hope this little glitch is fixed by my return? Or shall I put some gunk on my hair? Ooooooooh I have so much time now this place is broken down.
How the heck would you know? You’re American! (chortle wheeze)
and why is it stating these posts were made an hour from now? Ha!
No patsy it isn’t just you. I’m starting to wonder if the place has tanked?
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This dedication goes to ‘Splints’ – AKA TDA. It’s titled….
“I’d like to club you about the bonce with my Dad’s rubber mallet” by Jimmy and the Stupids.
I’m unable to find the link. Forgive.
You really are completely latched onto the ‘Genius’ comment eh?
‘Milky’ – aka – Maverick (Topgun) ‘Rogue’ (me – David Goose Kessler co-pilot)
(topgun music ‘Take my fag breath away’ playing softly in background)
Mav (milks) – ” I spot a bogie at 12 o’clock Goose (rads). Prepare to give em the bird lad.
Goose (me) – ” A bogie? It’s difficult to pick ones snitch properly at Mach 2 Mav, can you angle the rear view mirror for me to get rid?”
Mav (milks) – ” No, you tool! – I mean a Mig 28 right on our tail. We must invert and raise a digit salute towards the devils ” – whereupon Mav then lowers his oxygen mask in order to flip a lit fag into his pouty mush.
Goose (me) – “Save us a twosie off that Mav – and look at that cloud over there.. it looks like the Caterpillar off Alice in Wonderland! WHOOOOOO AREEEEE YOOUUUU? HAHA”
Mav (milks) – “WTF, I sooooooooo should have selected Cosy as co-pilot”
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Milks! What are you like? This could be our big break as script writers!
Ge the Dozy sachets towards Martin’s heavily initialled ‘M.R’ oak- double -doored penthouse entry and SMASHES his (back) doors in. “Forsooth, tis I, Ge!” he announces as his gaze rests on Radish, there poised against the back of a large crimson high backed chair- whilst releasing large organic black grapes into Martin’s mush from a moderate height. (have you seen his mush though – it is rather nice like?). Anywho… “Get thee gone Ge!” Radish hisses as only a rogue vegetable can pull off with any aplomb. ” How dare you come crashing in like a huge tattoed albeit perfectly toned and tanned vision of perfection?” she added with a snarled shortness of breath as she tried to shove Martin’s jars of skin perfecting cream under the aforementioned chair with her good foot.
Your go Milks!
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