We want to share an important update with our Betfair Community users.
Over the coming months, the Betfair Community platform will be winding down. The final active day for the platform will be December 21st. From December 22nd, users will no longer be able to access the platform.
Your discussions, insights, engagement, and, most importantly, feedback have helped shape the platform and guided innovation. Your feedback continues to be important to us, and we will continue to listen via our dedicated feedback channels, as well as through product testing and innovations.
To share your feedback and experience, visit: https://support.betfair.com/app/home
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But you weren't. It's in the book. I never forget anything. Until dementia comes calling. Bastards. Who?
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Bastards!
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The bastards are bastards or have I read that wrong
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Can't fault your accuracy but they should have done better. As we should. I'm railing against my/our failings. Someone has to nail that fking hand firmly to the cross. As if it did any good unattached.
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I do hope that is not the hand that picks your placepot selections
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Or anything else for that matter.
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Now we don't want to rub him up the wrong way
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Oh sweet pumpy, come here: let me caress your knobbly (and strangely repulsive) exterior.
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Can I ask the wife if she will let me out for the night first
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bodil, pour a gin, caress your moobs and calm down.
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With that I think I will retire to my pit
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Let's pretend nothing matters now.
Serious stuff. For everyone's sake, no. |
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Mmmm - moobs - the finest in Christendom.
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It brought to mind a feast lollipop.
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