well it be on to this
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We can't bust heads like we used to. But we have our ways. One trick is to tell stories that don't go anywhere. Like the time I caught the ferry to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for m'shoe. So I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt. Which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebeeson 'em. Gimme five bees for a quarter, you'd say. Now where was I... oh yeah! The important thing was that I had an onion tied to my belt, which was the style at the time. You couldn't get white onions, because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones.
I hate this thread, it's s
t and it makes me angry every time I look at "My Stuff" to see that it has been replied to and that we still don't have a fking clue what toastybase was going on about. Even so I check back every day in case he has reappeared, but alas no.
Lesson learned, will go back in the morning and check on him.
t and it makes me angry every time I look at "My Stuff" to see that it has been replied to and that we still don't have a fking clue what toastybase was going on about. Even so I check back every day in case he has reappeared, but alas no.Lesson learned, will go back in the morning and check on him.
Waspy1 said:
Goldyloppers trittly-how in the early mordy, and she falolloped down the steps. Oh unfortunade for cracking of the eggers and the sheebs and the buttery full-falollop and graze the knee-clappers. So she had a Vaselubrious, rub it on and a quick healy huff and that was that.
Finally the OP has received a sensible reply.Follow this advise OP it's golden.
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