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BillCarson is a "fine bloke" and it would be a treat to meet the bastard in person. I'd even buy him the first pint. He's an imbecile ; which is what I shall call him as the " r" word is verboten
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Why thank you. Its true iam an imbecile. And proud of it.
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BillCarson is a "fine bloke" and it would be a treat to meet the bastard in person. I'd even buy him the first pint. I don't want to meet ANY Fsmer in person! Look what happened with Riotengine! Never again!
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Where did Phelps get that pic of Me AND Greg?
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So how come me n' Kev aint irrepressible? I mean, we are some days. But then, like last tuesday, when there just wasnt the time. However we do our best.
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Fart-arsing. As in, Bill would have been ready to go down the pub if he hadn’t spent all that time fart-arsing around in the bathroom. Thats more funny than you know as i used to be a perfectionist bathroom tiler.
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Sep 30, 2019 - 3:30 AM
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Jim Phelps
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So how come me n' Kev aint irrepressible? I mean, we are some days. But then, like last tuesday, when there just wasnt the time. However we do our best. At least you were there. Bastards. You would have been there, but you never once picked up the phone when we called. We mourned, leaving a bottle of (skunked) Newcastle Brown at your empty place at our table hoping beyond hope that you'd somehow show up. Instead, we had to endure Graham's insufferable parrot jokes, Kev's pinched, nasal impersonation of an "American" accent, and Bill's anal-yis of early '70s westerns. Thanks for nothing.
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Sep 30, 2019 - 4:57 AM
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Tall Guy
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So how come me n' Kev aint irrepressible? I mean, we are some days. But then, like last tuesday, when there just wasnt the time. However we do our best. At least you were there. Bastards. You would have been there, but you never once picked up the phone when we called. We mourned, leaving a bottle of (skunked) Newcastle Brown at your empty place at our table hoping beyond hope that you'd somehow show up. Instead, we had to endure Graham's insufferable parrot jokes, Kev's pinched, nasal impersonation of an "American" accent, and Bill's anal-yis of early '70s westerns. Thanks for nothing. I thought you were telemarketers.
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