spudmaster
Brownlow Medallist
Carn the goonbags!I don't have a wine cellar Dins I've got a cask in the cupboard.
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Carn the goonbags!I don't have a wine cellar Dins I've got a cask in the cupboard.
You should join us in our mad-Just quietly it's on the bench currently and close to the point where the bag has to be squeezed
Bit drunk tbh
TIF’s been my favourite captain to play under, so I guess I’m great.Are you ok or did the draw trigger flashbacks to TheInjuryFactory's reign?
Blurst of times.Are you ok or did the draw trigger flashbacks to TheInjuryFactory's reign?
Good looking cast - just had a squizz. Might have to add that to the 'to watch' list I reckon.She's in my show. EP2 OMG.
I read the book "Dark Matter" that this is based on, but so many books later have forgotten how good it was.
EP3 here I come...
Imagine if you got 2 points last week
Mr Mrs hasn't driven in the 5 months we've been over here. I'll force her to so it in the local streets sometime though.Sounds very much like the trip Mrs Dins and I did years ago. We finished with 2 weeks on Maui so I could do some windsurfing, hired a Mustang, and the Mrs drove the wrong side of the road until I pointed out her error!!!
My first right turn on the US was a mess.Mr Mrs hasn't driven in the 5 months we've been over here. I'll force her to so it in the local streets sometime though.
Sounds like an awesome trip. How was the Mustang?
Happy Birthday Purple7x08_24Purple7x08_24one of my favourite short stories, it has everything!
"John Finlissom: (Eric Idle) Hesitantly, reluctantly, Helen slipped out of a sling, tight-waisted waspy and stood naked in the moonlight before me. Somewhere a clock chimed three. An owl hooted in the nearby copse. No wind stirred the casement window. She stood in the pale, translucent light on the Persian carpet. A minute passed. Then another. Then, another minute. Then... another minute passed. Then another minute passed. And another. A further minute passed quickly, followed by another minute, when suddenly, a different minute passed, followed by another different minute. And another. And yet another further different minute. A minute passed. I glanced at my watch. It was a minute past. This was it. A minute passed. After a moment, another minute passed. I waited a minute while a minute passed quickly past. And then, a minute which seemed to last an hour but was only a minute... passed.
Announcer: (Graham Chapman)That was 'A Minute Passed', by John Finlissom. You can hear Episode Nine of 'A Minute Passsed' tomorrow night at a minute past"