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Ha!...we had Margaret thatcher......nuff said

Copey what you inferring, I thought Monica was the political slut Anyway, thought Hillary was the new US Pin-Up Girl, upcoming Playboy Centerfold shots in the Oval office???

....as we plunged rapidly into 50 years of the cold war....maybe old Winston wasn't such a numpty after all. His war years biography is pretty worth reading

Nah, we were home by then Dom

or the 66 world cup

...at least you sassenach's dont have to qualify for the commonwealth games

I emailed the FA earlier to thank Mr McLaren for making my birthday such a happy one wonder if he was around long enough to check his emails this morning Your netball team can't be that clueless, the reached the World Cup Final. Anyway they don't look that clueless, I'm sure some of the have great imagination.....anyway they look much better than footballers

ouch.... I was glad to see that our antipodean rugby teams did their bit for Global Warming, they were both able to share the same EARLY flight home from the World Cup..

I started this thread with a joke someone passed on to me that i found damn funny, didn't expect this amount of fallout from it. Where do I draw lines, yeah I guess kids but I have reason to, maybe more than many who'll read this. My wife and I share the same feelings of any parent that loses a child in any circumstances, Alison McRae, the parents of the girls in Margate, the parents of the Kid Andy new in Fort William who adored TC, anyone. Sometimes you have to laugh your way through life if you can even if that does mean upsetting some folk.

I can see where my Daddy was born.. X marks the spot.......2 Seaview Terrace

Apparently it's run out of juice......

The Rabbii Joke At the end of the tax year, the Tax Office sent an inspector to audit the books of a synagogue. While he was checking the books he turned to the Rabbi and said: 'I notice you buy a lot of candles. What do you do with the candle drippings?' 'Good question,' noted the Rabbi. 'We save them up and send them back to the candle makers, and every now and then they send us a free box of candles.' 'Oh,' replied the auditor, somewhat disappointed that his unusual question had a practical answer. But on he went, in his obnoxious way: 'What about all these biscuit purchases. What do you do with the crumbs?' 'Ah, yes,' replied the Rabbi, realizing that the inspector was trying to trap him with an unanswerable question. 'We collect them and send them back to the manufacturers, and every now and then they send a free box of holy biscuits.' 'I see,' replied the auditor, thinking hard about how he could fluster the know-it-all Rabbi. 'Well, Rabbi,' he went on, 'what do you do with all the leftover foreskins from the circumcisions you perform?' 'Here, too, we do not waste,' answered the Rabbi. 'What we do is save up all the foreskins and send them to the Tax Office, and about once a year they send us a complete dick '.

...and I'm afraid so do I. I won't knowingly offend someone unless I know them well enough to get away with it but I'm not going to hide behind the false reality we seem to exist by these days. I'm fully aware of what's been going on in Margate and fully sympathise with the families but remember, we've been reading about that psychopath Tobin and his exploits in Scotland for the last few years, guess we're kind of hardened to him by now. I'm afraid if folks don't like it well you don't have to read it........guess you don't want the Rabbii joke then.

And who said the Irish were daft?! Old Sean lived alone in Northern Ireland. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, Mick, who used to help him, was in an English prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament: Dear Mick, I am feeling a mite down because it looks like I won't be able to plant me potato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me. Love, Dad A few days later he received a letter from his son: Dear Dad, For CHRIST'S SAKE, don't dig up the garden! That's where I buried all them ****in' BODIES! Love, Mick At 4 A. M. the next morning, a dozen agents from Scotland Yard and local police officers showed up and dug up the entire garden down to a depth of about six feet. That evening, not finding any bodies, they apologized to the old man and left. The next day the old man received another letter from his son: Dear Dad, It's the best I could do under the circumstances. Go ahead and plant yer spuds now. Love, Mick

Give my right hand mate......looks incredible everything you pair have described it as and more but it won't be 2008, the way work's going i'll be lucky to make the P 65 next year..... Proper bike...this was mine before I got the beta clicky wished I'd had the foldy stuff to get it back

Convince Me ...Because it looks staggeringly like a TLR 200 with a slimmer tank unit to me...

Come on then where???...I'm sure there are other Gas Gas riders who might want to buy one......

I'll stand up for you Ian, I think it was off a chain of emails last chrimbo, while Andy was tucked up at mummy's warming his tootsies by the fire....

didn't we do this one before......

Guess who's on commission.....

Dougie Lampkin will inspire more people in the UK to buy the brand he rides in any year because of who he is and his record, despite the fact that Senor Bou has destroyed everyone else this season. Tony Bou may be number 1 indoors and out but with the definite exception of eddie lejeune( ), Dougie will always be #1 in our eyes till someone else takes over the mantle....Dibs, Browny, Wiggy..... Don't think it will be unfortunately, sure I read somewhere they were up to budget, mores the pity. The dreamteam of Dib's, Wiggy and Dougie would be pretty special.

Waheeyyyyy....Copemech has sussed out the quotes Wooden..... mind a look at the back either

Why else would a factory sponsor a specific rider??? Don't they want them to encourage people to buy and ride their bikes.......

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