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@pikey wrote:

:D I’ve always harboured the suspicion he hums, though.

Nice variation on a theme there Pikey!

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I can understand you being in love with him Gyps, he is a perfect 10 (so he says!)

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From what I’ve read of his posts, I think he’s not fussed!

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@forumhostpb wrote:

@soulie wrote:

I thought about bakewell, but when you live in it, you don’t tend to want to stay in it to get away

Maybe you should try a Bakewell tart ???

I’ve done the ‘Bakewell tart’ joke, do keep up!

(that was said without malice or intent)

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@gyps wrote:

@*Sian* wrote:

Good for you, I am in full thrust! 8)

Good for me, I have a full bust! 8)

Is this a rhyming game or what?

Lust, thrust, bust!

Me, I am totally nonplussed :?

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Mary used to know fuck nothing, now she seems to know fuck all. :twisted:

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I have heard that in some advanced civilised societies (e.g. Scotland) that the women can actually suckle their young and still have two hands free to type shyte on message boards. Is God forward thinking or what?

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As for a British anthem then I can think of no better than:

The British Grenadier

Some talk of Alexander, and some of Hercules,
Of Hector and Lysander, and such great names as these,
But of all the world’s great heroes,
There’s none that can compare,
With a tow, row row row , row row row,
To the British Grenadiers.

None of these ancient heroes ne’er saw a cannon ball,
Nor knew the force of powder to slay their foes with all,
But our brave boys do know it and banish all their fears,
Sing tow, row row row , row row row,
For the British Grenadiers.

When e’er we are commanded to storm the palisades,
Our leaders march with fuses, and we with hand grenades;
We throw them from the glacis about the enemies’ ears,
Sing tow, row row row , row row row,
For the British Grenadiers.

And when the siege is over, we to the town repair.
The townsmen cry ‘Hurrah, boys, here comes a Grenadier’.
Here come the Grenadiers, my boys, who know no doubts or fears.
Sing tow, row row row , row row row,
For the British Grenadiers.

So let us fill a bumper, and drink a health to those,
Who carry caps and pouches, and wear the louped clothes.
May they and their commanders live happy all their years.
Sing tow, row row row , row row row,
For the British Grenadiers.

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Who double posted? :lol:

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They are all tarts in Bakewell, so I would stay well away. If I were you I would dress up for the night (best bib and tucker) and come on here as a sophisticated gent. You are bound to impress the girls….well it works for Pikey!

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