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[quote name='no balls' date='Sep 6 2008, 09:57 PM' post='545689' As most Americans haven't.My stepfather has furniture older than their history! Ooh, and you missed the bit about the daughter's boyfriend. He's a redneck with a bad attitude. Looks like a nice lad.] And a leaky dick!

[ how bigs the net?]

[bezerra Who does play for?] Could be our new centre bash?

Working man? Is it because you're a socialist, that you still live in another century. [OMG Thatcher lives!]

no!

Sampled Pigeon and haggis, on a bed a mash spuds for a starter, last neet! It was a challenge getting to grips with a tough owd scottish bird but I got there eventually!

I reckon need a ravin nymphomaniac f?ck buddy for a bit. [ Works for me!]

A blonde walks into a pharmacy and asks the assistant for some rectum deodorant. The pharmacist, a little bemused, explains to the woman that, they don't sell rectum deodorant and never have. Unfazed, the blonde assures the pharmacist that she has been buying the stuff from this store on a regular basis and would like some more. "I'm sorry," says the pharmacist, "We don't have any." "But, I always buy it here," says the blonde. "Do you have the container that it came in?" asks the pharmacist. "Yes," said the blonde, "I'll go home and get it." She returns with the container and hands it to the pharmacist who looks at it and says to her, "This is just a normal stick of underarm deodorant." Annoyed, the blonde snatches the container back and reads out loud from the container ... "TO APPLY, PUSH UP BOTTOM."

Year 2 class in Bradford comes in from playtime. Teacher asks Sarah: "What did you do at playtime?" Sarah says, "I played in the sand box." The teacher says, "That's good. Go to the blackboard, and if you can write 'sand' correctly, I'll give you a chocolate Hobnob." She does and gets a chocolate Hobnob. The teacher asks Michael what he did at playtime. Michael says, "I played with Sarah in the sand box." The teacher says, "Good. If you write 'box' correctly on the blackboard, I'll give you a chocolate Hobnob." Michael does, and gets a chocolate Hobnob. Teacher then asks Mustaffa Abdul Machmoud what he did at playtime. He says, "I tried to play with Sarah and Michael, but they threw rocks at me." The teacher says, "Threw rocks at you? That sounds like blatant racial discrimination. If you can go to the blackboard and write 'blatant racial discrimination' I'll give you a chocolate Hobnob."

[so the bit in my post about them becoming target practice isn't worthy of comment?] I think your spot on! Keep the politicians out of the way and let the guys do what they`re good at! In all seriousness, we need to let our lads know that we support them and wish them well! Its a shithole of a place and there they are, putting their necks on the line everyday! I dont know about you but i`d prefer them to be using that, Mugabbe piece of sh1t, for target practice for what hes doing to the people of Zimbabwe! Poor bastards!

No, I'm just a wise woman and I think on. I would imagine a bloke desperate for a poo wouldn't be capable of such forethought. Actually, are men capable of forethought even with a empty bowel? An oxymoron (plural oxymorons or, more rarely (yet correctly) , oxymora) is a figure of speech that combines two contradictory terms. Thats a woman fer thee!

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