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He's called Clive http://www.toontastic.net/forum/index.php?...amp;#entry12986

Just showing an appreciation for the work of Theophile Steinlin Le Chat Noir was a Paris cabaret club. Not as cool as El Quatre Gats The wife and i ate there when we went to Barcelona. It was quite magnificent. That looks very cool indeed. Must drop in next time I'm in Barca

Are they 400mg? And aye, it means any 24 hour period.

mooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Do cows eat hay? Tom - paracetamol, ibuprofen, blah, blah, blah...

It's strange cos you have to log in to view anything these days yet sometimes the online list shows guests viewing threads. how?

Hay guys, what's going on in this thread?

thank fuck for that. can't sleep pud? nah, quite a bad bit pain from a dodgy tooth, think I might have an absece (sic?) either that or Im just a friggin hypochondriac at the moment Abcess. Paracetamol and Ibuprofen petal. And dentists asap

I know you're not, but I always have you pictured with dark hair in my head... It scares me that you picture me in your head to start with That's a bit weird like cos I've never had dark hair

Like anyone would waste their money on that I got a class cat birthday cake last year though, thanks to Toplass and pud.

Stop being mean, you lot. I'm not a mental old cat woman. I'm blonde, gorgeous and look younger than I am!

The scariest thing about that figure is that I have those pyjama bottoms. I don't think I look quite as freaky as her though

I'm the cat lady on both.

Ah lush. My fave shirt. Aye its class the last time i had one i was 8 (i think) and i gave it to my cousin when the new one came out theres a few on ebay and for £5 its class Mine is loving folded and on the shelf in the top of my wardrobe.

Ah lush. My fave shirt.

Just showing an appreciation for the work of Theophile Steinlin Le Chat Noir was a Paris cabaret club.

Missed TG tonight. Anyone know if it's repeated?

Correct

*This is the story of Rindercella and her Sugly Isters.* Rindercella and her sugly isters lived in a marge lansion. Rindercella worked very hard frubbing sloors, emptying poss pits, and shivelling shot. At the end of the day, she was knucking fackered. The sugly isters were right bugly astards. One was called Mary Hinge, and the other was called Betty Swallocks; they were really forrible huckers; they had fetty sweet and fetty swannies. The sugly isters had tickets to go to the ball, but the cotton runts would not let Rindercella go. Suddenly there was a bucking fang, and her gairy fodmother appeared. Her name was Shairy Hithole and she was a light rucking fesbian. She turned a pumpkin and six mite wice into a hucking cuge farriage with six dandy ronkeys who had buge hollocks and dig bicks. The gairy fodmother told Rindercella to be back by dimnlight otherwise, there would be a cucking falamity. At the ball, Rindercella was dancing with the prandsome hince when suddenly the clock struck twelve. "Mist all chucking frighty!!!" said Rindercella, and she ran out tripping barse over ollocks, so dropping her slass glipper... The very next day the prandsome hince knocked on Rindercella's door and the sugly isters let him in. Suddenly, Betty Swallocks lifted her leg and let off a fig bart. "Who's fust jarted??" asked the prandsome hince. "Blame that fugly ucker over there!!" said Mary Hinge. When the stinking brown cloud had lifted, he tried the slass glipper on both the sugly isters without success and their feet stucking funk. Betty Swallocks was ducking fisgusted and gave the prandsome hince a knack in the kickers. This was not difficult as he had bucking fuge halls and a hig bard on. He tried the slass glipper on Rindercella and it fitted pucking ferfectly. Rindercella and the prandsome hince were married. The pransome hince lived his life in lucking fuxury, and Rindercella lived hers with a follen swanny. The End

How dare you?! I'm not crazy. Much.

There's 2 Richard Hammond's!? "2 Richard Haaaaaaaaaamonds, there's only 2 Richard Haaamonds...."

I have taught my children well...

When my brother and I were kids we were on holiday somewhere and were absolutely brown as berries with the sunshine. I remember my dad calling us Sabu and Mowgli for the whole holiday - even shouting it down the beach after us Although he does look like Gandhi so I suppose he can get away with it...

Fnrrrrrrrghhhhm. Martin, didn't your mam ever tell you that it was rude to talk with your mouth full? But how else are you supposed to tell him you're choking? Your eyes start to water and you gag?

Fnrrrrrrrghhhhm. Martin, didn't your mam ever tell you that it was rude to talk with your mouth full?

Piss-weak lager?