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Keef Wrote:

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> I thought she meant Catholic. Most of them only go

> to church once a year (midnight mass).



I beg to differ Keef - If you ask my family once a week is not enough - so I said "for that reason I'm out" and joined the athiest classes.

Michael Palaeologus Wrote:

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> I have put the sprouts on.


Good move, MP it's never too early.

But avoid mixing them with, bacon or chestnuts and never put nutmeg on them as some celebrity cooks suggest.

Those c@nts are talking arsebiscuits if you ask me.

go on take the mickey, but it is a real and very scary condition for sufferers, we sweat and tremble when passing Ratners, we cross ourselves when we see an Alter and worst of all we 'poo' our pants when a bride tosses her flowers out (just in case)


it is real, a lot of men suffer from it and all you can do is take the mickey out of us... how small do you feel now Hona ?

Spartacus Wrote:

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> go on take the mickey, but it is a real and very

> scary condition for sufferers, we sweat and

> tremble when passing Ratners, we cross ourselves

> when we see an Alter and worst of all we 'poo' our

> pants when a bride tosses her flowers out (just in

> case)

>

> it is real, a lot of men suffer from it and all

> you can do is take the mickey out of us... how

> small do you feel now Hona ?


You're right, right now I don't feel right at all, and feel as small as a ladybird.

Spartacus Wrote:

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> go on take the mickey, but it is a real and very

> scary condition for sufferers, we sweat and

> tremble when passing Ratners, we cross ourselves

> when we see an Alter and worst of all we 'poo' our

> pants when a bride tosses her flowers out (just in

> case)

>

> it is real, a lot of men suffer from it and all

> you can do is take the mickey out of us... how

> small do you feel now Hona ?


I feel like a 60 foot (sic) ladybird with wings of titanium, thanks for asking.

I could of course with a spread of my wings lay waste to all the men of your acquaintance who don't fancy getting married.

But I won't, I'm not that sort of 60 foot (sic) ladybird.

Well not unless you start acting like c@nts. Especially around C****t*m*s t**e.

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