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Post by mirabelle on Mar 27, 2011 19:41:18 GMT 1
"Oh I say!!! Do you mind, you perfectly ghastly little oik!!!!"
Julian looked up to be confronted by the red-haired one, a shreiking harridan dressed like an 18 year old debutante in green silk Satin, but with a face like crumpled freckled brown paper. It was Fergie. She had been following Andrew to make sure he kept out of trouble (despite the fact it was SHE who invariably dropped him in it with Mummy all too often), it was her grubby mates who took advantage of the simpleton all too often for Mummy's liking and her who brought trouble to the door every time. Daddy wanted to get rid of her like that other troublesome one some years ago, yet somehow this one seemed to be indestructible................................
Julian beat a hasty retreat to the bar ordering himself another flagon to drown his sorrows, then just as he raised the jug to his lips he heard a cry from outside the pub to which everybody dropped what they were drinking and ran outside.
"OMG!!" they chorused "Its.........................
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Post by Ali on Mar 29, 2011 21:33:27 GMT 1
........... somebody - quick! Where are les flics!! There's erruptions going on in Mirabelles shed!!
Unbeknown to the locals Mirabelle had illegally imported several species of phartingbreath dragon eggs, the warm weather combined with stuffy atmosphere of stale breath in the shed had begat to arise the eggs. The shells began to crack exposing some chicks groomed to exception. These things were huge and ugly and raising their heads dripping slime and oozing, sloop sloop onto the floor.
Les flics arived promptly; 36.5 minutes later after finishing their Guiness and Menthe cocktails in the Cowpat and Syringe even tho it was a 2 minute walk.
Monsieur le Chef Flic demanded to be first on the scene, errrrrrrrgggggg slipped straight along a lane of dribble akin to Dancing on Ice, did a fair representation of a pirouette and promptly sat in a puddle of............
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Post by kaylee on Apr 23, 2011 18:44:23 GMT 1
elephant dung that thereddragon was about to riddle. Caught most unaware he dropped his
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Post by mirabelle on Apr 28, 2011 19:08:35 GMT 1
trousers to reveal a stunning pair of union jack underpants, mostly cos Mrs. reddragon had got his Welshies in a hot wash. "Trust pink - forget stains!" she scolded as reddragon reluctantly put on the flamboyant undies, muttering darkly about treason & things................................
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Post by Ali on May 31, 2011 22:16:39 GMT 1
trees an? shouted the dragon as he pounded through the doors of the Cowpat and Syringe, forget the trees an, wot about me taytoes! I blame those pesky flics for widdling on my tumps after midnight.
Tinkerbell quietly wafted her fan to and fro over her gin and beetroot cocktail whilst shyly grinning because........
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Post by Elkay on Jun 1, 2011 14:25:00 GMT 1
she knew something no one else did.
Suddenly, les flics came back shouting................
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Post by Ali on Jun 19, 2011 21:05:47 GMT 1
"Come, get yer goat, you've pulled"
But in her haste she'd forgotton to tie her shoelaces and found herself......
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Post by Fli on Aug 2, 2011 8:40:08 GMT 1
knee high in goat s..t. A quick spray of odor fly spray she quickly ran to the Terminator and admired his pistol which he had in his hand. "Thats a fine pistol you have in your hand terminator" what does Madam think of that she shouted? Pardon shouted back the Terminator Ive gone a bit deaf
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2011 11:37:02 GMT 1
Ït´s all that shooting I´ve been doing with my pistol¨ said the Terminator,¨It´s affected my hearing,MM is n´t impressed with the size of it though¨!!!
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Post by Fli on Nov 11, 2011 21:17:05 GMT 1
But she is extremely impressed with fli's dongle - its HUGE and he has even got an extension on it not like teminators messily .22 caliber.
Now what else can I manage to get hold of...
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