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Post by i_deserve... on Apr 21, 2005 21:54:16 GMT
Greedo.
If anyone knows what the piss I'm talking about, you are a sad, sad, sad waste of life. Just like me.
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Post by Monpot on Apr 22, 2005 1:46:35 GMT
All I know about Greedo is that there's no-way he fired first.
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Post by Durutti on Apr 22, 2005 7:03:00 GMT
Only cos he was too slow. That dude went for his gun first.
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Post by Fellalady on Apr 22, 2005 8:19:14 GMT
How about a SOLID BRONZE QUEEN. And then we could wheel her down to the Southbank one Sunday afternoon, put her on a plinth and make some money out of her by pretending that she is one of those living statue type street performers.  |
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Post by creakyknees on Apr 22, 2005 9:21:47 GMT
I think she could make a good job in after dinner speeches, maybe her technique might not be good but imagine all the gossip she would have from the 'intimate' chats with her Prime ministers,
probably the time when they could be most candid, cos they know it would never get out...
i.e. what does Tony really think of Gordon, Major of 'the bastards', Thatcher of Archer/Parkinson/Aitkin, Heath of women, Wilson of Healey etc.
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Post by Fellalady on Apr 22, 2005 9:58:09 GMT
......the perfect confidante.
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