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I am currently driving around in it.I have not! I have to have a gander. I wonder if anyone has downloaded my Port Power 2005 Away Guernsey Commodore.
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sweet sweet candy
spotted my first car with antlers & Rudolph nose for the year last week - will this abomination of a fad ever die?That time of year again.
When people wear Santa hats in public.
Christmas campaigners...
You peeps are welcome on the NFL forum. Normally half decent posters on there most of the time.
spotted my first car with antlers & Rudolph nose for the year last week - will this abomination of a fad ever die?
For some weird reason pronouncing the letter o is some kind of determinant of class in Britain.I like the way posh English birds say boobs: "byoobs"
.....Just know the Christmas lunch at my Mum's nursing home next week is gonna be full of this shit. I'm only going for the Elvis impersonator...
For some weird reason pronouncing the letter o is some kind of determinant of class in Britain.
Public schools (their equivalent of our private schools) seem to pride themselves and/or go out of their way to emphasize
the o letter as snooty and snobby. I laugh and rage at their try hard BS.
Holy **** this could be the greatest Christmas ever.
Details please.
The Ox/bridge spivs sure are comfortable in their own skin. I was more interested in what they had to say not how they said it.you should laugh and rage against their attitude that 'they know they are' - they don't have to try hard![]()
Not gonna lie: I'm pretty pumped for Elvis.
Randy ol' Gertrude, the sugar-addicted diabetic Holocaust survivor who drowns all her food in sugar - fruit, vegies, pasta, every damn thing - has requested to sit next to me at lunch. She bailed us up in the hallway today. Told Mum I was "very handsome man."
Then there's spitfire Vicky and her estranged husband. They separated before going into care. The ended up in the same facility. But HATE each other. So are kept at opposite ends of the joint. Now, they'll HAVE to be in the same room for lunch. With their family.
Ten bucks she spits in his face like she does the nurses and staff.
Best of all, I scored the only invite for the fam. Strict one family member per resident policy. Big sis is gonna be spewing (especially since I gave her leather recliner to the Salvos for free the other day.) And I'm gonna rub her face in it.
"Mum chose me. Over you. Number one child, bitch."
An Elvis impersonator doing nursing home gigs, is he offering an apprenticeship?
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