It is one of those inevitabilities of life that every man with a digital camera will eventually photograph his own genitals...
Harry!
Nice to see you! You're looking swell!
Terry will simply stand over my grave and yell... "Next!"
Less than 12 hours to go til the official start of the weekend...
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Terry, my petal... Where are you?
Love takes many forms, some kind and gentle - like a glistening March lamb. Some passionate and intense - like the first gales of October.
Now don't be and wuss and drop your strides! :twisted:
He doesn't need luck... he needs to pray!!
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:bounce: :bounce: :bounce: :bounce: :bounce:
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I love you all dearly, but you're all fucking mad.... :shock: :crazy:
The Sarge lost his key to the Moderator's washroom again, and Jags drank Mal's coffee whilst he was out feeding little Mal a carrot... oh, and there was a report that Fredflintstone had been abducted by the Avon Lady and we're organising a whip round for his safe return.
Mark is currently on a fact finding mission in Sheerness we gather....