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Post by Mae Hem on Dec 1, 2009 7:23:39 GMT
If you hear strange noises, like creaking and the like, like it's just my brain trying to think of a Christmas name for on here.
Anna Partridge? Figgy Puddin? Tooturtled Oves?
My brain hurts!
I think I like Tooturtled Oves though - you can call me Toot!
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Post by Grumpy Ole-Gitt on Dec 1, 2009 7:49:36 GMT
I regret to inform you dearheart that Toot in my local dialect is a polite childs term for that fleshy area between the spine and the legs; as in 'Ye'll get a skelpit toot!'.
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Post by Mae Hem on Dec 1, 2009 7:54:44 GMT
Sigh, back to the drawing board
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Post by Frankleapold on Dec 1, 2009 8:15:31 GMT
How about Jinglebells ?.
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Post by on Dec 1, 2009 8:54:34 GMT
We are now in search of a Bart in a Pond film.
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Post by Mae Hem on Dec 1, 2009 8:59:30 GMT
We are now in search of a Bart in a Pond film. I remember Bart Att - he caught his death 'o cold mindst thee, all that they swimming in them there Pond Movies.
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