Choose A Girl For Xmas ,purely

[davethailand]

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Nothing a trip to the Dentist wouldn't sort out!

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**** me that is scary, you could get done for having an offensive person on your weapon (i hope this is nobodys bird)

[jackr]

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Nothing a trip to the Dentist wouldn't sort out!

...and a piece of 4 be 2 across the back of the swede

[jackr]

HI Chon

you work at vodafone,can you get the settings for the vodafone 3g so that i can reset my crap 3 network nec 616 and lg 8120 to work with all the features on vodafone,picture messaging,video calls etc

thanks

allan

I just clean the toilets Alan...

3g is crap but the phones don't help, Nokia are still the best tools , Sony Ericsson are the worst.

You're right there about the Nokia's, Chon. Had me trusty 8210 for three years now and even went through a Zanussi wash for an hour and a half, with several spins. Screen cracked and everything but still going good.

[Gazza]

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Dunno where you dug her up from but, put her back and let her rest in peace.

Hang on....isn't that the lead singer of Aerosmith in drag?

Edited December 15, 2004 by Gazza

[jackr]

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Dunno where you dug her up from but, put her back and let her rest in peace.

Hang on....isn't that the lead singer of Aerosmith in drag?

It's Mick with lipstick and a wig

[Tornado]

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Thats not Scampys new bird is it?

[boris]

But Professor Fart old bean, the parties at my Cambridge rooms were a hoot.After a pre prandial snack of plovers eggs we ordered our many aged retainers to bring the best claret and champagne from the college's fine cellars.After the 12 course meal was finished all the chums ventured forth in search of earnest working class students (fortunately not many of them!!) to debag and immerse in the college fountains.How we laughed to hear their protests in their ugly regional accents.A firm boot to their posteriors soon silenced their protests!! Therafter we emptied the contents into the college qudrangle of any students room who hadn't attended a decent public school.And you think I don't know how to let my hair down.Ah, happy days.

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boris, you spout that crap with a certain manic pride... It paints an awful picture to me, of a bunch of snotty nosed, bully boys beating on underpriviledged kids. Pity some of you did not attend my secondary modern school, on the old council estate... See how hard you would have been then. Highly educated, low life scum.

Disgusted.

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I say that's a bit harsh old fruit.Anyway there's a lot more to say about my Cambridge party days, not least the role of the fair sex if you yobboes can follow my drift.Fortunately my chums being possessed of excellent upper class genes were very goodlooking Hugh Grant and Jude Law lookalikes, long of limb and fair of face, with none of those disfiguring characteristics that make the lower classes (yes people like you dear reader) with their inferior genes so unattractively squat, fat and ugly.Well the Cambridge girls were all over us I can tell you, mostly Kiera Knightley/Elizabeth Hurley types of course.I must draw a veil over the rumpy pumpy but I must say these upper class girls know how to please a man.We danced away to the accompaniment of Bryan Ferry.At one point an aged college retainer came up the staircase to protest the noise but we wittily kicked his large working class ass and he tumbled down the stairs.How we roared with merriment! We finished the evening by seeking out the college chaplain and stapled him with croquet hoops to the college lawn, perfectly forgivable because he came from Tottenham.And to think we thought those privileged days would come to an end.How wrong we were because our way of life was saved by New Labour, and of course by Tony Bair who as a fine upstanding public school boy is definitely one of us.Tootle pip.

[chuchok]

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boris, you spout that crap with a certain manic pride... It paints an awful picture to me, of a bunch of snotty nosed, bully boys beating on underpriviledged kids. Pity some of you did not attend my secondary modern school, on the old council estate... See how hard you would have been then. Highly educated, low life scum.

Disgusted.

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I say that's a bit harsh old fruit.Anyway there's a lot more to say about my Cambridge party days, not least the role of the fair sex if you yobboes can follow my drift.Fortunately my chums being possessed of excellent upper class genes were very goodlooking Hugh Grant and Jude Law lookalikes, long of limb and fair of face, with none of those disfiguring characteristics that make the lower classes (yes people like you dear reader) with their inferior genes so unattractively squat, fat and ugly.Well the Cambridge girls were all over us I can tell you, mostly Kiera Knightley/Elizabeth Hurley types of course.I must draw a veil over the rumpy pumpy but I must say these upper class girls know how to please a man.We danced away to the accompaniment of Bryan Ferry.At one point an aged college retainer came up the staircase to protest the noise but we wittily kicked his large working class ass and he tumbled down the stairs.How we roared with merriment! We finished the evening by seeking out the college chaplain and stapled him with croquet hoops to the college lawn, perfectly forgivable because he came from Tottenham.And to think we thought those privileged days would come to an end.How wrong we were because our way of life was saved by New Labour, and of course by Tony Bair who as a fine upstanding public school boy is definitely one of us.Tootle pip.

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Boris you are being naughty.

Tony Blair is a workingclass mans man!!

[Jeff1]

But Professor Fart old bean, the parties at my Cambridge rooms were a hoot.After a pre prandial snack of plovers eggs we ordered our many aged retainers to bring the best claret and champagne from the college's fine cellars.After the 12 course meal was finished all the chums ventured forth in search of earnest working class students (fortunately not many of them!!) to debag and immerse in the college fountains.How we laughed to hear their protests in their ugly regional accents.A firm boot to their posteriors soon silenced their protests!! Therafter we emptied the contents into the college qudrangle of any students room who hadn't attended a decent public school.And you think I don't know how to let my hair down.Ah, happy days.

boris, you spout that crap with a certain manic pride... It paints an awful picture to me, of a bunch of snotty nosed, bully boys beating on underpriviledged kids. Pity some of you did not attend my secondary modern school, on the old council estate... See how hard you would have been then. Highly educated, low life scum.

Disgusted.

I say that's a bit harsh old fruit.Anyway there's a lot more to say about my Cambridge party days, not least the role of the fair sex if you yobboes can follow my drift.Fortunately my chums being possessed of excellent upper class genes were very goodlooking Hugh Grant and Jude Law lookalikes, long of limb and fair of face, with none of those disfiguring characteristics that make the lower classes (yes people like you dear reader) with their inferior genes so unattractively squat, fat and ugly.Well the Cambridge girls were all over us I can tell you, mostly Kiera Knightley/Elizabeth Hurley types of course.I must draw a veil over the rumpy pumpy but I must say these upper class girls know how to please a man.We danced away to the accompaniment of Bryan Ferry.At one point an aged college retainer came up the staircase to protest the noise but we wittily kicked his large working class ass and he tumbled down the stairs.How we roared with merriment! We finished the evening by seeking out the college chaplain and stapled him with croquet hoops to the college lawn, perfectly forgivable because he came from Tottenham.And to think we thought those privileged days would come to an end.How wrong we were because our way of life was saved by New Labour, and of course by Tony Bair who as a fine upstanding public school boy is definitely one of us.Tootle pip.

Now this guy knows how to PARTY !

Cheerio , old chap stiff upper lip and all that

[Jeff1]

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Thats not Scampys new bird is it?

Oh come on , im sure she has a great personality

[aughie]

Jeez. She spilled over on to page five. Gentlemen, if you can do that chickie you are a better man than I, yes sir, you got some extra testosterone, crimanee, yes sir...Mandrake, Mandrake, change her face...

[dr_Pat_Pong]

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Thats not Scampys new bird is it?

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Oh come on , im sure she has a great personality

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That is the widely travelled NING, one time Scampy's bird.

[kreon]

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you're kidding me...mouth like a horse and a flat boobs and arse

maybe i take julia roberts after all

[boris]

I say that's a bit harsh old fruit.Anyway there's a lot more to say about my Cambridge party days, not least the role of the fair sex if you yobboes can follow my drift.Fortunately my chums being possessed of excellent upper class genes were  very goodlooking Hugh Grant and Jude Law lookalikes, long of limb and fair of face, with none of those disfiguring characteristics that make the lower classes (yes people like you dear reader) with their inferior genes so unattractively squat, fat and ugly.Well the Cambridge girls were all over us I can tell you, mostly Kiera Knightley/Elizabeth Hurley types of course.I must draw a veil over the rumpy pumpy but I must say these upper class girls know how to please a man.We danced away to the accompaniment of Bryan Ferry.At one point an aged college retainer came up the staircase to protest the noise but we wittily kicked his large working class ass and he tumbled down the stairs.How we roared with merriment! We finished the evening by seeking out the college chaplain and stapled him with croquet hoops to the college lawn, perfectly forgivable because he came from Tottenham.And to think we thought those privileged days would come to an end.How wrong we were because our way of life was saved by New Labour, and of course by Tony Bair who as a fine upstanding public school boy is definitely one of us.Tootle pip.

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Fortunately, your so-called "class" is only in your mind boris. What a fcukin waste of an education!

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It's great you are so gullible and take all this nonsense seriously.My excuse for this drivel is I was told to lighten up by an esteemed moderator.As a matter of fact I was also brought up on a rough council estate and am proud of my origins, but they don't define who I am.But its no fun teasing someone (i.e you) who doesn't understand irony so sadly my tales of Cambridge party days have come to an end.

[et33.com]

mmm...

sounds interesting

[dr_Pat_Pong]

I say that's a bit harsh old fruit.Anyway there's a lot more to say about my Cambridge party days, not least the role of the fair sex if you yobboes can follow my drift.Fortunately my chums being possessed of excellent upper class genes were  very goodlooking Hugh Grant and Jude Law lookalikes, long of limb and fair of face, with none of those disfiguring characteristics that make the lower classes (yes people like you dear reader) with their inferior genes so unattractively squat, fat and ugly.Well the Cambridge girls were all over us I can tell you, mostly Kiera Knightley/Elizabeth Hurley types of course.I must draw a veil over the rumpy pumpy but I must say these upper class girls know how to please a man.We danced away to the accompaniment of Bryan Ferry.At one point an aged college retainer came up the staircase to protest the noise but we wittily kicked his large working class ass and he tumbled down the stairs.How we roared with merriment! We finished the evening by seeking out the college chaplain and stapled him with croquet hoops to the college lawn, perfectly forgivable because he came from Tottenham.And to think we thought those privileged days would come to an end.How wrong we were because our way of life was saved by New Labour, and of course by Tony Bair who as a fine upstanding public school boy is definitely one of us.Tootle pip.

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Fortunately, your so-called "class" is only in your mind boris. What a fcukin waste of an education!

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It's great you are so gullible and take all this nonsense seriously.My excuse for this drivel is I was told to lighten up by an esteemed moderator.As a matter of fact I was also brought up on a rough council estate and am proud of my origins, but they don't define who I am.But its no fun teasing someone (i.e you) who doesn't understand irony so sadly my tales of Cambridge party days have come to an end.

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An esteemed mod ... wow

[mbkudu]

I say that's a bit harsh old fruit.Anyway there's a lot more to say about my Cambridge party days, not least the role of the fair sex if you yobboes can follow my drift.Fortunately my chums being possessed of excellent upper class genes were  very goodlooking Hugh Grant and Jude Law lookalikes, long of limb and fair of face, with none of those disfiguring characteristics that make the lower classes (yes people like you dear reader) with their inferior genes so unattractively squat, fat and ugly.Well the Cambridge girls were all over us I can tell you, mostly Kiera Knightley/Elizabeth Hurley types of course.I must draw a veil over the rumpy pumpy but I must say these upper class girls know how to please a man.We danced away to the accompaniment of Bryan Ferry.At one point an aged college retainer came up the staircase to protest the noise but we wittily kicked his large working class ass and he tumbled down the stairs.How we roared with merriment! We finished the evening by seeking out the college chaplain and stapled him with croquet hoops to the college lawn, perfectly forgivable because he came from Tottenham.And to think we thought those privileged days would come to an end.How wrong we were because our way of life was saved by New Labour, and of course by Tony Bair who as a fine upstanding public school boy is definitely one of us.Tootle pip.

Fortunately, your so-called "class" is only in your mind boris. What a fcukin waste of an education!

I think he deserves TV quote of the day. Hugh Grant is an excellent role model for us all here; just ask Divine Brown The Brits are true master's of illusion. Their uncanny ability to mask their savage fetishes and unbridled kinkiness with aristocratic candor and upwardly swagger is legendary. We Yanks can only recoil in envy.

[Insight]

One for Dr PP...

19 (or whatever). Chuchok's sheep

[davethailand]

For me ............... Central Dept. Store.

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you're kidding me...mouth like a horse and a flat boobs and arse

maybe i take julia roberts after all

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Was'nt she in that Gremlins film?

[Gazza]

Maybe it's just me but, while I find Julia Roberts to be beautiful, I think I'm actually more sexually attracted to Katoeys.

[jackr]

For me ............... Central Dept. Store.

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you're kidding me...mouth like a horse and a flat boobs and arse

maybe i take julia roberts after all

I wouldn't go that far, Kreon. Julia Roberts is her brother, Eric, with a wig.

[jackr]

I say that's a bit harsh old fruit.Anyway there's a lot more to say about my Cambridge party days, not least the role of the fair sex if you yobboes can follow my drift.Fortunately my chums being possessed of excellent upper class genes were  very goodlooking Hugh Grant and Jude Law lookalikes, long of limb and fair of face, with none of those disfiguring characteristics that make the lower classes (yes people like you dear reader) with their inferior genes so unattractively squat, fat and ugly.Well the Cambridge girls were all over us I can tell you, mostly Kiera Knightley/Elizabeth Hurley types of course.I must draw a veil over the rumpy pumpy but I must say these upper class girls know how to please a man.We danced away to the accompaniment of Bryan Ferry.At one point an aged college retainer came up the staircase to protest the noise but we wittily kicked his large working class ass and he tumbled down the stairs.How we roared with merriment! We finished the evening by seeking out the college chaplain and stapled him with croquet hoops to the college lawn, perfectly forgivable because he came from Tottenham.And to think we thought those privileged days would come to an end.How wrong we were because our way of life was saved by New Labour, and of course by Tony Bair who as a fine upstanding public school boy is definitely one of us.Tootle pip.

Fortunately, your so-called "class" is only in your mind boris. What a fcukin waste of an education!

C'mon, Rav; the old bean is making an effort even if he is a bit anal.

[motif]

While you guys are fanticizing about shop girls in bangkok. Which is hardly a fantasy as you can easily take any one of them home.

My choices would be model Heidi Klum or Cameron Diaz!

Tall leggy beautiful blondes!

[ZOVOX]

While you guys are fanticizing about shop girls in bangkok. Which is hardly a fantasy as you can easily take any one of them home.

My choices would be model Heidi Klum or Cameron Diaz!

Tall leggy beautiful blondes!

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Personally, i prefer petit, dark-haired girls, such as penelope cruz. But i wouldn't kick cameron diaz out of bed !

[justsignedin]

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/dazcon/BENZ.jpg[/img]

hope this turns out ok.

here's a better looking girl than the last one.

[kreon]

yeah what about this one......nice

http://www.thaistarnet.com/p/patarawarin/015.html