SteveT

Mum where's my shoes,........................where you last put them. What kind of an answer is that?

I am amazed you found this thread quids, full marks for endeavour.

I would like to see 'justice' is the same for MP's as for the rest of the 60 odd million population. I do not expect to see them getting off with a nod and a wink. I do not see what is contraversial about those wishes woof. Perhaps you would enlighten us to what you expect to happen to the seemingly chosen ones.

Cocked and loaded?

Is that the Moll Flanders with the full head of hair, own teeth, and cooks capably, though reluctantly? Had a litter with a balding beagle last I heard........

The pair of you would only be dissapointed.

I remember walking with a bunch of buddies during puberty, one of the guys yawped "WENCH" at an equally pubescent young lady who promptly sniggered and blushed amongst her friends. Wench was a word for 'flirting' and such like. You are a charming 'posting' wench yourself legalbeagle.

One of my ex-lady loves used to say it is best if you can get your men to over-lap. 'You're never alone with a groin' That is incorrect 'you're never alone with a Strand', is what the add said.

'Your a bugger up the back' which meant clear off before you get what's coming to you. Im sure she had no idea what it meant as she would not allow swearing in the house.

Good for you Woof, now go and get the operation, the one where we can call a spade a speyed.

"You can sit there till you've eaten it", 'your not wasting food in this house'.

Ted Max still the floweryiest of them all.

green

If you don't shut up you'll get the back o' my hand. My mother delicately reassuring us of her presence.

I remember the time during the sixties when you could have a night drinking, dancing, smoking and some other good things if you got lucky, like a cab home when it was pelting with rain, and still have change from a quid. I remember when the pound was not a banana republic bank note..........where as today you need to have five hundred in your pocket to get a hard on...............................................those were the days.

Ah yes Roll Deep but she is taken...................and by the sound of it to a lucky man! Alas I am old too.:(

House call for Cesar Milan.

Dashed animal needs neutering.

A great post Huggers but it will not change the outlook of a brainless bruiser dog owner who gets off on having a seriously violent dog intimidating the local populace. There should be a dog catcher employed to take any animal not behaving itself. It's owner should be hauled in along with the dog if necessary. Both should be put down or castrated to prevent any further offspring polluting the neighbourhood.

What's up with you woof I thought I'd already given you a command, SIT!

Legalbeagle wrote:- Mr Beagle has now returned from his curry and beers and is sniggering loudly at this thread! AAAH HAAA so that's his secret, he has a sense of humour........and he doesn't mind a take away curry slopped into his feeding bowl. So to summarise provided your fur-less beagle doesn't complain about you not cooking, and uncomplainingly coping with bowell moving curries on a regular basis, and never complaining about hours of potential cooking, grooming, and caressing time, being wantonly wasted on the forum, your marriage is a sound bet. Did Mr Beagle become furless in the last nine years or so, because if that is the case, I think I see a pattern emerging. I presume you legalbeagle are full of healthy bristling fur, and have a full set of your own teeth, and that has absolutely nothing to do with having your own way, not cooking for, nor serving, the fur-less beloved etc. and spending waaaaay to much time forumising with I quote 'a perverted quadruped groomer' by one who I assume (according to his title) is very knowledgable about such matters. Come to think of it, many marriages would be a sound bet when the opposition succeeds in getting all their own way. I suspect mr fur-less may be pursued when the local populace of available singles read what a gem he is, one of the old school of bearing his burdens with good grace. I bet you don't dare take him anywhere near drinks on Friday at the Black Cherry, lest he is taken for a walk in the heat of the moment by a passing vamp-hound.

Errrr......"HANG"!

SIT!

It sounds like a love made in heaven, with you reminding him regularly, and he not minding, sounds like it could go the distance, you have trained him well legalbeagle. Good for you!

I envy him legalbeagle, he is a most fortunate fur-less beagle indeed.