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Post by Mae Hem on Dec 18, 2009 7:31:29 GMT
Turn on tune in, sob, laugh and look forward to Christmas Valentines Day.
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Post by Mae Hem on Dec 18, 2009 9:15:38 GMT
Oh no, that's it, he's playing Stardust - I'm gone
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Post by heidikidsrscomin on Dec 18, 2009 9:58:13 GMT
blubs!
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Post by Ian Flagrante on Dec 18, 2009 11:57:19 GMT
I have a blob of something sticky under my chair.
Will that do?
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Post by tigerlily on Dec 18, 2009 12:45:41 GMT
That's no way to treat your secretary, Flaggers!
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Post by Ian Flagrante on Dec 18, 2009 13:05:11 GMT
My secretary is six feet tall, eighteen stone, has a hair lip and answers to the name of Loretta. His real name is Dave, but he stopped answering to that after the incident with the typewriter salesman in 1983 (he has been in therapy ever since). Trust me, my little Christmas cactus, I would not "treat" him unless with a flame thrower and a bottle of paraffin.
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Post by tigerlily on Dec 18, 2009 13:11:29 GMT
FLAGGERS!! I am trying to be all sad here, sat sitting listening to STW's swansong!
How dare you make me cackle?
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Post by Ian Flagrante on Dec 18, 2009 14:01:00 GMT
FLAGGERS!! I am trying to be all sad here, sat sitting listening to STW's swansong! How dare you make me cackle? My dear Baroness of Bolshie, if you can't have a laugh in the face of a little sadness, there is little point in persisting. Now, it must be near a meal time. Have you food?
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Post by tigerlily on Dec 18, 2009 14:13:46 GMT
FLAGGERS!! I am trying to be all sad here, sat sitting listening to STW's swansong! How dare you make me cackle? My dear Baroness of Bolshie, if you can't have a laugh in the face of a little sadness, there is little point in persisting. Now, it must be near a meal time. Have you food? You can have the peel orf me clementine. That seems appropriate, as Peter Gabriel et al are doing that song from Babe. That'll Do. Pig.
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Post by Mae Hem on Dec 19, 2009 3:57:10 GMT
My secretary is six feet tall, eighteen stone, has a hair lip and answers to the name of Loretta. His real name is Dave, but he stopped answering to that after the incident with the typewriter salesman in 1983 (he has been in therapy ever since). Trust me, my little Christmas cactus, I would not "treat" him unless with a flame thrower and a bottle of paraffin. All very well, but did you give him a treat by letting him listen to the show? Did it set him back several therapy sessions or has he gone back to weaving baskets for haggiae?
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Post by Ian Flagrante on Dec 19, 2009 10:51:17 GMT
My secretary is six feet tall, eighteen stone, has a hair lip and answers to the name of Loretta. His real name is Dave, but he stopped answering to that after the incident with the typewriter salesman in 1983 (he has been in therapy ever since). Trust me, my little Christmas cactus, I would not "treat" him unless with a flame thrower and a bottle of paraffin. All very well, but did you give him a treat by letting him listen to the show? Did it set him back several therapy sessions or has he gone back to weaving baskets for haggiae? He has gone home to mother for the weekend. I don't let him listen to anything during working hours because (a) it distracts him from his duties; and (b) his ears are used to block the chimney to keep the cold out.
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