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and hit eagle on his beak with his rattle that played Brahm's lullaby

 

 

agreeing to a restart only because my literary juiced suddenly dried up and I got writer's block

 

nothing to do with the thread but my grandson just gave me an injection and by Allah he will never give me another one. It was near murder1

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extremely long digeredo, which extended down to the ground, just then somebody hopping mad went passed was it a roo or was it..........

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extremely long digeredo, which extended down to the ground, just then somebody hopping mad went passed was it a roo or was it..........

It was Wal Laby. :wink::D :grin:

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who by sheer coincidence (after a bit of ancestry research) turns out to be the great great grandson of Farmer Flocker and the 2nd cousin 3 times removed of Bruce and rumour has it that...

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this was only his stage name, and in fact it was the old sailor disguised as a kangaroo looking for his dry-rot wooden leg because he sat too close to the fire again and this time he melted his.....

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and often a combination of insanity and genius leads to slowness which then leads to mass confusion :P:lol:

 

Was it his testicles that melted Jean or was it his..

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but, little did he know that the ash borers were at work along with the dry-rot but that was another leg of this journey that he.......

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Tyrone from corro, who suggest they head out of the ginnels and head down Bridge street, when they finally got out of the bridgefoot maze he remembered the insanity in the family and headed for Knutsford just then.......

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by that time they were on the Ilse of Mann ferry headed for Douglas when.......

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Before we end up with a goonerman essay or a tara dad full page paste, shouldn't the replys be limited to one sentence? :unsure:

 

 

must think a lot about me cant stop posting about me :PB)

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He set to and cut down his wooden legs and joined the local traveller ladies on the knock selling clothes pegs..........

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And telling fortunes. "Hello lady, you have a lucky face, buy some clothes pegs?"

"Oh what an unlucky face you have..." replied the lady, then closing the door, "not today thank you".

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