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    #31
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    Knock first as I might be balancing my chakras.

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      #32
      Worst thing about last night was this little fat fella(about 5 ft) who came in. Put his money down on the pool table and sat glaring at the table nursing a half of bitter. Sipping furiously. Every 30 seconds or so he kept going over to the table, checking his £ and asking 'Is it my go yet, is it my go? I play in a team. I'm very good. Is it my go???'

      He was really putting the lads off. Eventually they finished and he rushed over, setting up the table. 'Who's the winner? Who am I playing' he kept questioning. Anyway the lad who won couldn't be bothered, neither could his mate. I think they thought he was a loon

      Eventually the guy just shouted 'Get your shit: together lads, this is my local, not a bloody social club!', before knocking over the rest of his half & bursting into tears. A wet patch appeared around his groin and he ran sobbing into the street.

      Must have been a care in the community fella.
      What happens in General, stays in General.
      You know what they say about assumptions!

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        #33
        Originally posted by MarillionFan View Post
        Worst thing about last night was this little fat fella(about 5 ft) who came in. Put his money down on the pool table and sat glaring at the table nursing a half of bitter. Sipping furiously. Every 30 seconds or so he kept going over to the table, checking his £ and asking 'Is it my go yet, is it my go? I play in a team. I'm very good. Is it my go???'

        He was really putting the lads off. Eventually they finished and he rushed over, setting up the table. 'Who's the winner? Who am I playing' he kept questioning. Anyway the lad who won couldn't be bothered, neither could his mate. I think they thought he was a loon

        Eventually the guy just shouted 'Get your tulip together lads, this is my local, not a bloody social club!', before knocking over the rest of his half & bursting into tears. A wet patch appeared around his groin and he ran sobbing into the street.

        Must have been a care in the community fella.
        I just spat coffee all over the office, excellent!.

        I think SY is currently constructing a green spandex outfit with waterproof crotch area.
        Last edited by kandr; 4 November 2010, 10:31.

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          #34
          Originally posted by MarillionFan View Post
          I didn't realise Mary Poppins lived local to me
          Is MP that sex-crazed gran from the paper? Seems to have a filthy mind...
          Originally posted by MaryPoppins
          I'd still not breastfeed a nazi
          Originally posted by vetran
          Urine is quite nourishing

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