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A big bowl of fruit and fibre every morning and a rub down with lamisil around the squidgy bits works for me.
No piles or boils, but man do I produce some methane!

Its a last minute pardon, two minutes too late,

Wins what?

The quite moment laying in a wrecked bed when you have both shagged yourself seneless.
When there is nothing to be said cos its all been said.
Pure peace.

Shout back "Neither do you!" Road tax was abolished in 1936 fact fans.

Yeah, Know about that, but didn't have my "cool repartee" head on so I just kicked fuck out of his door and wing. Funny he didn't want to get out to talk about it.

The problem is that there is a market for the nicked gear. Guys go to Brick Lane knowing that a lot of the gear is hot, but its cheap so they think WTF?
Everyone loves a bargain, don't matter if its on the back of kids in a 3rd world sweat shop or a dodgy Brooks in brick Lane, few sovs = many smiles.
When the market dries up the tea leaves will pick on something else to steal.

Wankstains who feel that you should "get the fuck outa my way you piece of shit. You don't pay no road tax" when there is nowhere to pull over.

WTF???

Is it my imagination or are the forks on this one knackered?
http://cgi.ebay.co.uk/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=160335867834&ssPageName=ADME:B:SS:GB:1123

Nothing special, I know, but I quite fancy something I can lock up outside a pub/office without worrying too much.

Bent as an MP's expense account.

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