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Post by Mae Hem on Dec 15, 2009 15:16:21 GMT
Are there any Vicars and Young Lady Dancers reading this? I think someone has just signed on called Evan Zabov, he could be a Vicar. The Young Lady Dancers are away at present, chasing the odd sportsperson I believe.
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Post by Mae Hem on Dec 15, 2009 14:51:23 GMT
You forgot Flypaper Boy (teenage 2nd cousin) essential for the tropics. True! We really don't like to talk about the lad, well not since the incident in the Fly Swatters Arms, with the Vicar, and the young lady dancer who lapped it up!
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Dec 15, 2009 14:47:54 GMT
Post by Mae Hem on Dec 15, 2009 14:47:54 GMT
Hello cheshirelassy, and welcome. Lots of lovely newbys, lots of lovely rounds of drinks for Christmas. A slug of Cointreau please?
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Post by Mae Hem on Dec 15, 2009 14:40:43 GMT
Well, that's my relatives covered, now who's next?
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Post by Mae Hem on Dec 15, 2009 14:38:47 GMT
An antique snuff box
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Post by Mae Hem on Dec 15, 2009 13:54:26 GMT
And where, precisely, is the gavotte? I believe it is somewhere south of the epiglottis, but north of the Dashing White Sergeant
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Post by Mae Hem on Dec 15, 2009 12:12:23 GMT
Ah save the salad an' at for boxin' day innit. Ta f' the advice an' nat......might just start rationin' it until ah get some money f' dem little sh*ts dey keep leavin' me wiv innit. Dat'll get thems all chuckin stuff about agen......... Is this the language that gave us Shakespeare, Joyce, Yeats and Old Mother Riley? Ah, Old Mother Riley and her famous recipe for Egg Soup.
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Post by Mae Hem on Dec 15, 2009 11:59:58 GMT
They gave us a red wine 'jus'
We got them back with Bistro and Oxon cubes
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Post by Mae Hem on Dec 15, 2009 11:52:57 GMT
This is where our once great country went wrong: we gave everything to the French. Even a rescue in the name of the law. We should at least have asked for a contribution towards expenses. Of course they did invent pate de foie gras for the landed gentry. This was a mistake, the landed gentry have been goosed enough.
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Post by Mae Hem on Dec 15, 2009 11:51:17 GMT
I knew it was too good to last. The toerag's back. But are we sure it is he? Beware of imposters bearing posts, I demand an identity parade.
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Post by Mae Hem on Dec 15, 2009 11:46:40 GMT
Don't forget our lovely young cyclists, peddling away with our stolen handbags round their necks, a vast improvement on onions I say.
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Post by Mae Hem on Dec 15, 2009 11:43:04 GMT
Me....I don't speak da lingo.....can I 'ave subthingys to help me understood eh ?. Yo da man! corse you can have 'em, and them thingys, like it will 'elp you unnerstan' it n'stuff. Most certainly young sir. It would give me the utmost pleasure to be of assistance to you in your request for an understanding of the wonderful prose you see before you.
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Post by Mae Hem on Dec 15, 2009 11:38:12 GMT
We had a parson who was regularly mashed, they sent him to another district.
We also showed 'em up with our Blackpool Tower'. Sooo much better than the Eiffle Trifle.
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Post by Mae Hem on Dec 15, 2009 11:31:15 GMT
Don't forget 'le weekend', they didn't have one until we invented it, and they had to work seven days a week!
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Post by Mae Hem on Dec 15, 2009 11:18:24 GMT
;D
BTW, love your avatar - that is deffo at Tog reindeer at a disco! ;D
xxx Ah, you can't beat a bit of 'Dad dancing' at this time of year, you could ask my sons, but they would be too embarrassed to reply ;D
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Post by Mae Hem on Dec 15, 2009 11:16:45 GMT
Is that a Mouse...tache I see there on the chin ?. No, it's there on the stair............
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Post by Mae Hem on Dec 15, 2009 11:14:28 GMT
Like duh, so you is well good innit? Yo sistah, Ahs goin' to Primark innit an' gettin' me Christmas leggins an them matchin' midriff tops an' tha'. All the kids wanted Wiis fis Christmas but Ah tell 'em, Ah tell 'em vat dere useless farvers ain't paid me no money so theys gettin nuffink but pizza an' sweets innit! Yo, you go girl! Me, I'm goina go down the shoppin' mal and get me a muffin top to go wiv me track soot bottoms, vey are pink velour and everythink! As I said to my Wayne only yesserday, Oi B*llockchops gis some dosh or you aint gettin any, right! Thas tellin 'im! Nowt wrong wi' pizza an' sweets and stuf, they is well balanced diet, but yer could frow some chips in for them vegies 'n stuff.
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Post by Mae Hem on Dec 15, 2009 10:50:59 GMT
*wonders if divvy = thicko*
xxx Nar, it's Vivyd innit!
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Post by Mae Hem on Dec 15, 2009 10:49:55 GMT
Ha You went catch me replying ! Indeed you is much too quick for me and no mistake!
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Post by Mae Hem on Dec 15, 2009 10:47:55 GMT
I happened to glance at the item in question, after reading Norm's thread, and quite frankly, I didn't know whether to be outraged or laugh, so I took it in turns. I much prefer outrage myself. It brings out quite a good colour without the aid of an over-sleep on a sunbed - that can get expensive. Outrage it is then! I wish to be mahogany for Hogmany
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