Tell Us Something Really Trivial About Your Life Volume 36
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Please Mister Scrump, Your Most Mercilessnessness Sir, please can you unban our Bobbers, he didn't mean it, he was just joking, really, honestly truly, Sir! 
We miss his cuddly plumptiosness and his nipple tassels swinging gaily in the breeze, and his cute blue gloves and his tight pencil skirt when he dresses as Heidi.
He didn't mean to be so cheerful first thing this morning, it was only a temporary glitch.
Look at him, all miserable now.
Surely that brings you some cheer?
And we want to enjoy the fantastic spread that Mrs Battert has laid on to celebrate Bobbers' 21,000,000,000,000,000,000,0000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000th post!
Please can you release him once we've finished all the best stuff? After he's had his nap?
Thankyou, Your Infernal Scrumpness!
We miss his cuddly plumptiosness and his nipple tassels swinging gaily in the breeze, and his cute blue gloves and his tight pencil skirt when he dresses as Heidi.
He didn't mean to be so cheerful first thing this morning, it was only a temporary glitch.
Look at him, all miserable now.
Surely that brings you some cheer?
And we want to enjoy the fantastic spread that Mrs Battert has laid on to celebrate Bobbers' 21,000,000,000,000,000,000,0000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000th post!
Please can you release him once we've finished all the best stuff? After he's had his nap?
Thankyou, Your Infernal Scrumpness!
Edited by glenrobbo on Thursday 4th March 13:05
21,000 YAY! Go Bobbers 
I'm afraid the Marmite hunt has proved somewhat fruitless. Out of stock, nil, nish, bugger all.
Never mind, we did finish up with about fifty quid's worth of "assorted sundries".
"Stop yer futtin honking Bom. We can't come in here and walk out without buying something, they'll think we're on the futtin rob. Anyway, you can give it laldy on the ring road on the way back"
Small mercies I suppose...
I'm afraid the Marmite hunt has proved somewhat fruitless. Out of stock, nil, nish, bugger all.
Never mind, we did finish up with about fifty quid's worth of "assorted sundries".
"Stop yer futtin honking Bom. We can't come in here and walk out without buying something, they'll think we're on the futtin rob. Anyway, you can give it laldy on the ring road on the way back"
Small mercies I suppose...
Pretty please?!?!? Bobberoo99 said:
DickyC said:
I have vague recollections of trying to race this and it running me off the road and the driver laughing while I cried!!!!
StuntmanMike said:
Bobberoo99 said:
EFA.
Bomma R1 said:
glenrobbo said:
plumptiousness
Excellent stuff, top hole. It's a pity in a way that Futtette's not plump at all, I could slip it in conversation more often."Behold, your Plumptiousness. I bring forth Maccy D's, chocolate and donuts"
Scrump said:
Un
Not yet!!!! We've hardly started on the fish finger calzones, the voluvents(sic), the scrunchy Scrumpets, the horses' doovers, the lamb shanks, the rolls canardlies, the tinned duck, the beef wellies, the pork and apple trifle, the gluejohns, the macaroon sweetbreads, and the jelly & ice cream. Can't you
Or at least let me finish off this Bakewell tart!
Edited so as not to infer that Scrump should put the Willys up our Bobbers. No no
It was merely a typo. Yes, that's it!
No it wasn't a Freudian slip! No way. No siree...
Edited by glenrobbo on Thursday 4th March 13:25
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