My gold-topped cane seems to be missing as well....... Mind you, it's a good thing I forgot so many things, as it keeps pushing my thread to the top of the list. Every cloud, eh?
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Lord Marmaduke old bean, I see no reply so there is no chance of you going top of thread list no matter what you have lost. Just thought I'd let you know I am onto your little wheeze.............................Blast I've done it again
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Ruby, are you any relation to Ruby Keeler, the star of the film 42nd Street? A film that I sat thru many times when younger. No of cos not. It's the surname not the first name that counts, unless you walk in the halls of Buck House. Whoops, am I debagging the cat?
Anyway, we will show that so called 'Lord' Snooty geezer that he wont get on the top thread at 19 26 tonight..................whoops
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Lord Snoots, if I may be so bold, please take over, we can not defend you forever............Whats that.... You are reading a book about glue making, no wonder you cant put it down......and thankyou for your private police force as when a ladder fell off a workmans white van, they took steps to divert the traffic...and when the carpet shop was broken into you said it was rug related..... and true those words were.
But I must ask you, a dated joke t'boot. when Alan Wells did a hundred metres he got a gold medal, metres spelt correctly, then why did my mate Harry the Dog, do 5 meters and get 2 yrs? meters spelt correctly again.
My Lord I need and answer
Whoops top again.................... what am I like?
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Re. The Worst Pair Of Pants Ever................ Back when the world and I were young in 1978, Mother returned from Chesterfield Market with two pairs of Y-Fronts (and Y-not) for myself and my twin brother. His were plain blue, mine were plain yellow. That's right, yellow. It was 1978; anything could happen, even yellow pants. Grateful for anything new, we rushed upstairs to open our pants, which were wrapped in a neat cellophane packet. Imagine our horror and amusement when we discovered, to our collective horror and amusement (we are identical), that the pants were not 'plain' at all. My brother's were sky blue, with dark blue piping. Across the front panel was a transfer of four naked ladies bent into various shapes to form the word 'SEXY' perfectly legibly. Mine had red piping and a picture of some stubble-encrusted testicles which looked for all the world like Desperate Dan's beard. The testicles were over-printed with prison bars. Below this delightful motif ran the phrase, 'behind these bars lies a dangerous animal trying to escape', perfectly legibly.
All went well until the following day's PE lesson. The howls of laughter in the changing room ring in my ears to this very day, no matter how far I pull my top hat down. When Mother found out what she had so innocently bought, she also howled with laughter.
Needless to say, I did not bother to take a commemorative transparency of these particular pants. But I wonder? Has anyone else been bought something unspeakable in good faith by well-meaning parents, only to find it was horrific? Help heal Snooty's wounds, and confess................
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I once fell asleep on a bus and regressed to a former life as a foot soldier at the Battle of Hastings. King Harold was just about to get it in the eye when the bus driver broke sharply to avoid an arrow, and I woke up, disorientated in Pitsmoor - oops, wrong thread.
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