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… tomorrow, if I complain of imminent death, bleeding from the nether regions, bowel cancer or anything of that nature or ilk, that I have just eaten a pack of beetroot from the fridge. That’d be super. Ta.
yuck!
:D Ta, Betty. You’re a chipper chapette. I was reading your other posts and I’d roll in the snow with you anytime you wanted.
You don’t like beetroot, Lucky? Are you alright in the head?
@pikey wrote:
:D Ta, Betty. You’re a chipper chapette. I was reading your other posts and I’d roll in the snow with you anytime you wanted.
men keep saying these things but no one ever lives up to their promises :?
:lol: It’s true, I am notoriously unreliable. Next time I’m in the snowy wonderland of Suomi, though, you can count on it.
I am equally unreliable, so you can count on me too. :lol:
I’ll be waiting :lol:
:lol: Cool. Is there anyone else who requires a vague promise of future slap and tickle?
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