i almost can't believe it, was looking forward to seeing how good the dog is? but we never get the chance he always gets spoilt never has to do anything out of the ordinary
i almost can't believe it, was looking forward to seeing how good the dog is? but we never get the chance he always gets spoilt never has to do anything out of the ordinary
dear mr faulkner hi hope you are sitting comfortably and that you experience absolutely no choking incidents whilst reading this letter. although i am trained in first aid from my time with the sea scouts i believe that i will unfortunately find myself at least 2000 km from the GBGB offices when you read this letter and so if a stray morsel of melba toast should happen to lodge in your food/drink entry-tunnel i wil be powerless to resuscitate you. as such i will try to reign in the full power of my disgust at eventsthat have transpired recently in a small to mdeium size competition, that is held under the auspices of the GBGB and which you (or, perhaps, one of your underlings) therefore have altruistically stretched the boundaries of your job description to their limits and picked up a sticky and fading press release to learn a little about (yes the union jack racing jacket, that's the one).
to cut a very long story short, i believe that the event in question has been devalued somewhat by the fact that a certain dog (who has had only a modicum of success in the past and who resides with one of the more unfancied kennels) seems to be receiveing preferential treatment at the hands of various GBGB stewards, racing managers and even, most recently, a renegade hairdresser wielding an exploding harp of an accent.
i should like to think that the previous good reputation of the GBGB will not be sullied by this series of dubious favourings and will actually benefit immeasurably in the long run from the hard, clear, fast and DECISIVE action that i hope most fervently will soon emanate from your humble yet powerful orifice office. yes.
yours in anticipation and expectation
c0ck number 3401 from betfair forum
dear mr faulkner hi hope you are sitting comfortably and that you experience absolutely no choking incidents whilst reading this letter. although i am trained in first aid from my time with the sea scouts i believe that i will unfortunately find myse
oh patrick my patrick this grumpy old curmudgeon act had us all charmed for the first ..what is it let me see now.. 18 and a half months since you hem hem first signed up for the forum but now it is really becoming how can i out this without sounding critical well you know look at it like this. imagine a swan having its neck held out straight, straight up in the air, by a pair of strong male human hands. and imagine a bear in a small boulder crouching a couple of feet above the swan's now open mouth. and imagine the bear slowly dangling down, longer and longer, lower and lower, a turd (consistency of jazzed-up mars bar and egg whites) that stretches like a cable of unmentionable rope closer and closer to the swan's beak.
we are the swan and you are the turd. f00ck only knows who the bear is. i think irishone is the boulder. anyway. please stopping being such a divving c0uint
oh patrick my patrickthis grumpy old curmudgeon act had us all charmed for the first ..what is it let me see now.. 18 and a half months since you hem hem first signed up for the forum but now it is really becoming how can i out this without sounding
i forgot. the strong male human hands are, of course, woodmanchester's. i find though that when i close my eyes and try to imagine the expression on the old cheesecake's face as he straightens the swan's neck to the heavens, that my powers of imagination fail and all that i am left with is the image of a man laughing manically at his own toes oh god help us all
i forgot. the strong male human hands are, of course, woodmanchester's. i find though that when i close my eyes and try to imagine the expression on the old cheesecake's face as he straightens the swan's neck to the heavens, that my powers of imagina
tobe has decided to regurgitate a painting one of his art student co-soap dodgers did in a poor effort at comedy i think,really,you gotta know your audience.
tobe has decided to regurgitate a painting one of his art student co-soap dodgers did in a poor effort at comedy i think,really,you gotta know your audience.
woodmanchester: i think taylors sky can win the derby ps: lay off the mushrooms
mancini: i think man city will win the league ps: lay off the mushrooms
tobe: patrick shut up ps: lay off the mushrooms
person X: i'm layin off the mushrooms ps: lay off the mushrooms
robbie savage: patrick, if you say "lay off the mushrooms" you're a horrible c0uck ps: lay off the mushrooms
woodmanchester: i think taylors sky can win the derbyps: lay off the mushroomsmancini: i think man city will win the leagueps: lay off the mushroomstobe: patrick shut upps: lay off the mushroomsperson X: i'm layin off the mushroomsps: lay off the mus