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Cracking a solo.
Blimey morrisman, its EVEN** on the same page!Frappe frappe!
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Blimey morrisman, its EVEN** on the same page!Frappe frappe!
Qui est la?
Stars
Stars qui?
Stars qui et Hutch
Here's the 'before' photo. The 'after' is a bit much for a family forum.
Oh, good grief!Wee Billy from Glasgay always wanted to look cool.
His friend told him that he needed a good designer pair of trainers to go with his shell suit.
Billy saved up all his Giros and all the money he got back from returning his empty bottles of ginger beer and finally managed to get himself a pair of brilliant white trainers to go with his shell suit.
Proudly, he strutted down the street calling out to all the passers by "See ma new trainers? Stonkin, eh?"
One fine upstanding gentleman pointed out that they were indeed a fine pair of trainers but was young Billy aware that one shoelace was undone?
Billy scornfully retorted that it was part of being cool to have a trailing lace on one trainer, and that on the sole of the trainer there were instructions for the wearer to do such a thing.
When asked for proof of this instruction, Billy took off his trainer and held it upside down for the disbeliever to read.
"There y'are! It clearly says ....
Taiwan !!!!!
I said to the doctor "I have big red blotches all over the end of my willy.....I'm really worried about it".
He said "come to the surgery tomorrow morning. Now please allow me and my family to complete our supermarket shopping".
Apparently he was talking to another player, who said that he was getting a cortisone injection. Beckham replied that he was getting a new car too..."When David Beckham played his last game for Real Madrid, they put an image of him on the big screen with the words 'Adios Beckham' superimposed over the top and a woman reporter on the pitch, although aware he'd played in Spain for four years, asked him if he knew what 'Adios' meant and he said, 'Of course I do. They're the ones who make my boots.'