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dulwichmum Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- I would insist > on Lewisham too (I know where you live) Well I knew the tame element of this thread wouldn't last long DM but if you want to be like that then fine! How about we take all of the Rahs and Sloaneranger wannabes from Dulwich Village and their chinless offspring and bulldoze their idylic trophy of success and replace it with a concrete 1960's era council estate and move them back in with types like Louisa who'll do their upmost to remind them of the good old days and how the slumymummy elitist Nero slurping haridans turned the area's 'character' from the image of hardworking 'proper people' to the cast of Dallas. Take care DM

I see, how stupid of me. Regarding the nannies from behind the Iron curtain. You can also sell their hair to make extensions or failing that I hear that the Russian military will take all scalps off you hands to stuff sleeping bags with.

You'd be forced to turn to Catford for all your livery and domestic manpower DM. Be warned though DM, they're a much fiercer lot when you cross the south cirular.

Ok fair enough DM. E. coli 0157:H7 work for you?

Mama's on Stanstead rd forest hill. Good value for money eh Keef.

Come on you guys, be serious and think consructively. Cutting off Nunhead doesn't need an expensive and time consuming barracade (wall) to keep the natives of scumhead out of sight. For an effective and speedier means of population control all we need to do (Louisa may have something to say about this) is to introduce a strain of the Ebola virus into the microwave meal section at Iceland. Jobs a good un.

I've just bought half an once of skunk from the local hood grocer and I think it's high time I got around to watching the first season of the Wire. I'll probably have a sandwich later as well.

Get yourself down to the Crapitol (J.D Wetherspoons) on London rd Forest hill for an afternoon session that involves sitting in a deathly silent shithole where the only other drinkers livers paked in years ago and are only being kept alive by the heat of the radiator and ramnble random and bizzare Mick Oirish drivle into their pint glass pausing only to give the dog a 'Top up'. You'll then feel the overwhelming sense doom and wasted opportunity sweeping through your body only being broken from the spell once you've seen a pidgeon shit in your pint. Beers cheap though.

I also think it would be very nice if for next years commic relief Mr sugar were to share the video production that only he in the entire world has had the chance to see. The very private episode of Only fools and horses where Alan plays the part of Del boy and Dennis plays Rodney who have to put up with living with Aunty Margaret who coincidentaly smokes a pipe.

Yeah, *Bobs* gone and done it again. I'll get my coat.

Does anyone else get the impression that when Sralan takes his shoes and socks off at the end of the day it's revealed that instead of feet he has a pair of troters/hooves instead?

Don't worry Steve, after your dirty little (probably rentboy) secret is dragged out into the public domain you'll still get my Majority rule.

No, must've been the curtains flapping the wind. By the way, When do we celebrate Easter?

What did you say Jah?

But mainly Hoxton eh 'bout now.

dulwichmum Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Mr Wolf, > > What a filthy mind! Shame on you. You started it.

Oh dear DM. Lowering yourself to my base standards. Disgusting. Well I've definately heard of the less respectable things a woman has done to herself with a bathroom secret that 'buzzs'. Your 'female emailers' should be warned though about the infamous female guilt that can lead to the physical deterioration of your clopper. It's latin name escapes me but the term' vibration white fanny' has been known to induce a slight discolouration of the downstairs and bring on a pins and needle's like sensation after being subjected to the long term use of heavy snatch plant. Take care.

Well I've been reading this thread and it's turned out to be quite amusing but in the arse end of my natural soul I've been fighting with a feeling that as much as they try they'll never make the grade. Ms T came very close but then the trail went cold. I think you'll all agree that there can only ever be one Mr potatohead whose name will be echoed through the passage of time. Ladies and gentlemen will you join me in greeting the one, I give you.............. http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2007/08_02/SteveMcFadden_228x348.jpg The man is 100 % carbohydrate.

I'm afraid I can't reveal my sources Trini but they are spot property not 'sport property'.

Well DD has taken it to her grave so we'll have to take your word for it wont we Mike. We can always speculate though.

The owners are called Spot property.

Looks like you won then Mike and your story's safe as well, result.

Not exactly watertight Mike but I'll give you points for creativity.

I personally think that revealling is a very un British thing to do Dulwichdoll and advise you don't do it but on the otherhand Mikes spelling is so bad I seriously doubt we'll be able to understand what he's saying anyway.

Have you been drinking again Mickles?