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That's not your tongue!!!!!
2 days gone. Yay - it's dying.
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I've been having sleepless nights because of this thread. Any sleep I managed to get has been plagued by nightmares of an undead, undieing thread wandering Teh land harrasing young virgins and elderly nuns. Hopefully, now that it's fading away, I'll be able to sleep easy once again.
Nah, look: four new posts.
It is rather early in the morning. On Sunday.
But he's old, he's probably been up since 4am waiting for the paperboy to bring his Sunday Times or something.
Aye. Things get a bit leaky at his age, so he probably gets up every couple of hours to go to the toilet anyhow.
Cheeky fucks. A hearty Sunday morning shag followed by preparing breakfast for five, and I'm now upstairs sweating away over my balls, if you must know. I come down to make a refreshing cafetiere of Douwe Egbert and what do I find? Cheek and insurrection, that's what.
Frankly, I think the tone of this thread has plummeted, and I would suggest a return to The Eagles to add a little much needed class.
*smooch*
Those incontinence pants do tend to keep your skin from breathing.
So what's your favourite Eagles song? I think mine would have to be Grandad, by Clive Dunn:
I've been sitting here all day thinking
Same old thing ten years away thinking
Now my days are gone, memories linger on
Thoughts of when I was boy
Pennyfarthings on the street riding
Motorcars were funny things, frightning
Bow and hoops and spinning tops
Annie gretzel's lollipops
Comic cuts, all different things
Grandad, grandad you're lovely
That's what we all think of you
Grandad, grandad you're lovely
That's what we all think of you
Grandad grandad
Areoplanes tied up with string flying
Telephones and talking things sighing
A radio and phonograph, Charlie Chaplin made us laugh
Silently falling about
Familiar things I keep around, near me
Memories of my younger days, clearly
Now it's in my mind?
Everyday I find, thoughts of when I was boy
Grandad, grandad you're lovely
That's what we all think of you
Grandad, grandad you're lovely
That's what we all think of you
Grandad, grandad
Grandad, grandad
Grandad, grandad
Grandma, we love you.
Grandma we do.
Though you may be a senile old bitch,
we get a buzz off you.
You wear a raincoat in the summer.
You smell of piss and Rich Tea.
There's no-one quite like Grandma, but I wish she'd stop slipping the tongue when I kiss her goodnight.
At leat I think those are the words.
Feckinell. I go away for a long weekend of top quality music, holiday camp accomodation and pie, and I come back to discover that this thread is still going? That's terrible.
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All in good time - I shall leave tantalising snippets around teh place as I try to catch up.
It's a stubborn fucker, innit?!
Good weekend?
Yeah, I had a great time - there's a post about it somewhere in that lot <--.
Since Thursday, I've received 126 emails to my home account. 4 weren't spam.