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*Paul and Alex standing next to Chris, watching the horsedrawn carriage rambling off* Oh, poor, poor Ceri and rudster.. damn shame. |
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What have I done??!?!?!?!? *looks at Qrter with sorry eyes* |
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A fine ruse, sir! If there's one thing about the Welsh, it's their optimistic gullibility! :D |
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I've killed them haven't I? :( |
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Well, I haven't from Mr JC for a while, have you?! |
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What's gonna happen to me now? Can I hide back at your mansion? I could disguise myself as Withers the gardener - no one would know |
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How odd you should mention disguising yourself as a gardener, for in "Full Moon", by P G Wodehouse, one of the characters does just that! Although murder by horse-carriage was NOT one of the plot details! |
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What a surprise that Ceri JC, who moans because we give greif to an obvious multiple account doesn't close the thread of someone he considers a friend. |
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So what do you say? A deal? |
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Uh oh, its old man Ecnadniarb, the man from social services.....he looks like he means business :( |
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do i have to wait for ages on this battlefield ? COWARDS |
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Shut up Chris. |
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It's because my threads have character, Lee, that's all -- I don't post utter nonsense, I post whimsy, which is welcoming and inventive. Chris - I will not inform the local constabulary on this occasion, since it was only Ceri and that rudster fellow! But mind you don't go meddling with carriages in the future! It's a risky endeavour! |
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Oh how wonderful for you...I must remember this is future when I read your threads and think "man, this is shit". |
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Hahahahah......good evening to you, fine sir! Paul: I'll take heed of that advice. Do I get to sleep in the stables with the horses, or do you have a spare room back at the servants quarters? |
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I won't take that personally, Lee, because you have shit on the brain, so everything probably looks shit to you. Chris: There is bedding a-plenty in the servant's quarter in the basement - see fit to utilise it as you will! |
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Sir, I am noone's, no servants or anyone else, except The Queen. *stands up* Sirs.. ..The Queen!! |
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Thank thee, kind sir, and pass on my regards to Sir Alex as well. This kind gesture and hospitality will not go unnoticed, and forgotten. |
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Well, to be perfectly honest, the smell of the Welsh persons was kind of.. obtrusive, if you will. One can stand the scent of leaks only for so long. |
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This is gay. |
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I did advise young master Charlton of the bad choice of 'Eau de Leek' as aftershave, but he'd have none of it. I guess there is only so much, one can do :( |
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Anyway..... *helps self to some bedding, and a fresh pair of pjs from the wardrobe, and settles down for a goodnights sleep in the servants quarters* Goodnight Paul, Goodnight Alex.....Goodnight Jon-boy! |
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It is rather jolly, don't you know. |
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There goes 6000. |
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You want so much to be liked and loved...but they laugh at you behind your back...you do realise that don't you Chris. |
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Its my turn is it now? Excellent! This is the Internet, none of us know each other, I couldn't care.....wake up to that. |
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You could really. It hurts you Chris, and you know it as much as I do. |
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THIS is the internet? what a proposterous idea!! |
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It doesnt.....its of no concern to me anymore, you of all people should know that I'm not phased by what the likes of yourself have to say. |
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You know you are. |
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*continues to sleep on a pile of dirty clothes in the laundry room* |
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I'm not going continue this with you.....you are getting tiresome. Thanks for your 'so-called' concern though. |
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Ahhh, a nice spat to sit back and watch unfurl, like a shivering fox's black turd being lain in the snow. I hope it doesn't get nipped off too soon. |
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too late, old boy... |
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damn it to high dudgeon! |
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No, problem...I was telling you because I think you are a decent person, odd as that may seem. |
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Save the flattery for someone that actually cares |
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It's not flattery...if I was trying to flatter you I would type something more than decent. haha, and you're not bothered by my comments, you demonstrate this by sulking. |
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So..... where are the sheep? |
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Sulking? Hahaha-you really do have such a high opinion of yourself and the effect you have on others don't you? Goodnight to you! |
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I just remembered the band Flowered Up, "Egg Rush" It's on! .... "Weekender" ... they were great. |
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Sometimes I catch sight of a reflection of my infra red mouse and it's like HAL looking through the window. |
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Do you think this time you could actually prevent yourself from typing a reply and really do just fuck off to sleep. |
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You know what you can do with your job? You can take it, and your eye teeth, and your franking machine, and all that other rubbish I have to go about with, and you can shove it RIGHT UP YOUR ARSE! |
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...RIGHT UP YOUR ARSE! Ahhhh, you wash. blowdry your hair, new suit, new shoes, I say, you look so super, you're looking gooooooooooooooood |
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See what happens when you let a scouse by the fireside? We've all seen "Bread", we know what they're like :@ |
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"It's because my threads have character, Lee, that's all -- I don't post utter nonsense, I post whimsy, which is welcoming and inventive." Sir, you hit the nail dead centre and with great force. |
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:D All those years of reading P G Wodehouse have paid off, you see!! |
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THERE YOU GO |
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*possible health an safety check alert* |
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