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[Owen]

Fergal was busy tugging on his seatbelt that was stuck very firmly between the two cheeks of his bum. Meanwhile far far away, in deepest darkest Kerry the sheep quivered in fear as the groaning sound got louder and began to sound like a bad gearbox bearing trying to hide in a dark bush on the side of a rugged and windswept precipice known to many as Priests leap where men are men and women are up for a bit of sheep sheering to pay for the green wellingtons needed to compliment Swampette's outfit that was straight from the catwalk. The competition was hotting up Our intrepid hero wiped the sweat from Ger's brow! and spent the next week squeezing and teasing the reluctant sharp stick from the side of his lovely ear lobes when the puss suddenly exploded into a passing bus full of screamin, drunken, long haired American pensioners let loose from Qanico, USA. Suddenly a strange burning smell came from inside the small lunchbox tucked under the drivers seat which was about to collapse into a pile of OLD nuts that were left over after Ger had built a cheek warmer for a homeless bum in need of a bulmers and a friend-ly slap around the back of the local homeless center. From over a hill Alvin came racing in his Cabrio to save poor Ferg from the evil green clutches of swampie's mutant green wellingtons which were melting rapidly around her very Hot brake pedal due to driving like Aiden in a hairdresser's favourite type of pink fluffy mobile sheep s*it covered fully laced boot lid.

MTI was fast approaching and Ferg had to prepare the platform shoes from eBay for his performance of Riverdance in 70's Disco style because

[Bawnee]

Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 10:58 pm Post subject:
Fergal was busy tugging on his seatbelt that was stuck very firmly between the two cheeks of his bum. Meanwhile far far away, in deepest darkest Kerry the sheep quivered in fear as the groaning sound got louder and began to sound like a bad gearbox bearing trying to hide in a dark bush on the side of a rugged and windswept precipice known to many as Priests leap where men are men and women are up for a bit of sheep sheering to pay for the green wellingtons needed to compliment Swampette's outfit that was straight from the catwalk. The competition was hotting up Our intrepid hero wiped the sweat from Ger's brow! and spent the next week squeezing and teasing the reluctant sharp stick from the side of his lovely ear lobes when the puss suddenly exploded into a passing bus full of screamin, drunken, long haired American pensioners let loose from Qanico, USA. Suddenly a strange burning smell came from inside the small lunchbox tucked under the drivers seat which was about to collapse into a pile of OLD nuts that were left over after Ger had built a cheek warmer for a homeless bum in need of a bulmers and a friend-ly slap around the back of the local homeless center. From over a hill Alvin came racing in his Cabrio to save poor Ferg from the evil green clutches of swampie's mutant green wellingtons which were melting rapidly around her very Hot brake pedal due to driving like Aiden in a hairdresser's favourite type of pink fluffy mobile sheep s*it covered fully laced boot lid.

MTI was fast approaching and Ferg had to prepare the platform shoes from eBay for his performance of Riverdance in 70's Disco style because he had a promise to

[irlmin]

Fergal was busy tugging on his seatbelt that was stuck very firmly between the two cheeks of his bum. Meanwhile far far away, in deepest darkest Kerry the sheep quivered in fear as the groaning sound got louder and began to sound like a bad gearbox bearing trying to hide in a dark bush on the side of a rugged and windswept precipice known to many as Priests leap where men are men and women are up for a bit of sheep sheering to pay for the green wellingtons needed to compliment Swampette's outfit that was straight from the catwalk. The competition was hotting up Our intrepid hero wiped the sweat from Ger's brow! and spent the next week squeezing and teasing the reluctant sharp stick from the side of his lovely ear lobes when the puss suddenly exploded into a passing bus full of screamin, drunken, long haired American pensioners let loose from Qanico, USA. Suddenly a strange burning smell came from inside the small lunchbox tucked under the drivers seat which was about to collapse into a pile of OLD nuts that were left over after Ger had built a cheek warmer for a homeless bum in need of a bulmers and a friend-ly slap around the back of the local homeless center. From over a hill Alvin came racing in his Cabrio to save poor Ferg from the evil green clutches of swampie's mutant green wellingtons which were melting rapidly around her very Hot brake pedal due to driving like Aiden in a hairdresser's favourite type of pink fluffy mobile sheep s*it covered fully laced boot lid.

MTI was fast approaching and Ferg had to prepare the platform shoes from eBay for his performance of Riverdance in 70's Disco style because he had a promise to wear tight trousers despite

[Bawnee]

Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 11:04 pm Post subject:
Fergal was busy tugging on his seatbelt that was stuck very firmly between the two cheeks of his bum. Meanwhile far far away, in deepest darkest Kerry the sheep quivered in fear as the groaning sound got louder and began to sound like a bad gearbox bearing trying to hide in a dark bush on the side of a rugged and windswept precipice known to many as Priests leap where men are men and women are up for a bit of sheep sheering to pay for the green wellingtons needed to compliment Swampette's outfit that was straight from the catwalk. The competition was hotting up Our intrepid hero wiped the sweat from Ger's brow! and spent the next week squeezing and teasing the reluctant sharp stick from the side of his lovely ear lobes when the puss suddenly exploded into a passing bus full of screamin, drunken, long haired American pensioners let loose from Qanico, USA. Suddenly a strange burning smell came from inside the small lunchbox tucked under the drivers seat which was about to collapse into a pile of OLD nuts that were left over after Ger had built a cheek warmer for a homeless bum in need of a bulmers and a friend-ly slap around the back of the local homeless center. From over a hill Alvin came racing in his Cabrio to save poor Ferg from the evil green clutches of swampie's mutant green wellingtons which were melting rapidly around her very Hot brake pedal due to driving like Aiden in a hairdresser's favourite type of pink fluffy mobile sheep s*it covered fully laced boot lid.

MTI was fast approaching and Ferg had to prepare the platform shoes from eBay for his performance of Riverdance in 70's Disco style because he had a promise to wear tight trousers despite the fact that he'd loaned

[ONED]

MTI was fast approaching and Ferg had to prepare the platform shoes from eBay for his performance of Riverdance in 70's Disco style because he had a promise to wear tight trousers despite the fact that he'd loaned his wee nutz to Spuudd

[Bawnee]

Error! Oops! Sorry!

[Bawnee]

Fergal was busy tugging on his seatbelt that was stuck very firmly between the two cheeks of his bum. Meanwhile far far away, in deepest darkest Kerry the sheep quivered in fear as the groaning sound got louder and began to sound like a bad gearbox bearing trying to hide in a dark bush on the side of a rugged and windswept precipice known to many as Priests leap where men are men and women are up for a bit of sheep sheering to pay for the green wellingtons needed to compliment Swampette's outfit that was straight from the catwalk. The competition was hotting up Our intrepid hero wiped the sweat from Ger's brow! and spent the next week squeezing and teasing the reluctant sharp stick from the side of his lovely ear lobes when the puss suddenly exploded into a passing bus full of screamin, drunken, long haired American pensioners let loose from Qanico, USA. Suddenly a strange burning smell came from inside the small lunchbox tucked under the drivers seat which was about to collapse into a pile of OLD nuts that were left over after Ger had built a cheek warmer for a homeless bum in need of a bulmers and a friend-ly slap around the back of the local homeless center. From over a hill Alvin came racing in his Cabrio to save poor Ferg from the evil green clutches of swampie's mutant green wellingtons which were melting rapidly around her very Hot brake pedal due to driving like Aiden in a hairdresser's favourite type of pink fluffy mobile sheep s*it covered fully laced boot lid.
MTI was fast approaching and Ferg had to prepare the platform shoes from eBay for his performance of Riverdance in 70's Disco style because he had a promise to wear tight trousers despite the fact that he'd loaned his wee nutz to Spuudd who had returned them intact!
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[iwanagofast]

Fergal was busy tugging on his seatbelt that was stuck very firmly between the two cheeks of his bum. Meanwhile far far away, in deepest darkest Kerry the sheep quivered in fear as the groaning sound got louder and began to sound like a bad gearbox bearing trying to hide in a dark bush on the side of a rugged and windswept precipice known to many as Priests leap where men are men and women are up for a bit of sheep sheering to pay for the green wellingtons needed to compliment Swampette's outfit that was straight from the catwalk. The competition was hotting up Our intrepid hero wiped the sweat from Ger's brow! and spent the next week squeezing and teasing the reluctant sharp stick from the side of his lovely ear lobes when the puss suddenly exploded into a passing bus full of screamin, drunken, long haired American pensioners let loose from Qanico, USA. Suddenly a strange burning smell came from inside the small lunchbox tucked under the drivers seat which was about to collapse into a pile of OLD nuts that were left over after Ger had built a cheek warmer for a homeless bum in need of a bulmers and a friend-ly slap around the back of the local homeless center. From over a hill Alvin came racing in his Cabrio to save poor Ferg from the evil green clutches of swampie's mutant green wellingtons which were melting rapidly around her very Hot brake pedal due to driving like Aiden in a hairdresser's favourite type of pink fluffy mobile sheep s*it covered fully laced boot lid.
MTI was fast approaching and Ferg had to prepare the platform shoes from eBay for his performance of Riverdance in 70's Disco style because he had a promise to wear tight trousers despite the fact that he'd loaned his wee nutz to Spuudd who had returned them intact! (But a little deformed).Then......

[ONED]

Fergal was busy tugging on his seatbelt that was stuck very firmly between the two cheeks of his bum. Meanwhile far far away, in deepest darkest Kerry the sheep quivered in fear as the groaning sound got louder and began to sound like a bad gearbox bearing trying to hide in a dark bush on the side of a rugged and windswept precipice known to many as Priests leap where men are men and women are up for a bit of sheep sheering to pay for the green wellingtons needed to compliment Swampette's outfit that was straight from the catwalk. The competition was hotting up Our intrepid hero wiped the sweat from Ger's brow! and spent the next week squeezing and teasing the reluctant sharp stick from the side of his lovely ear lobes when the puss suddenly exploded into a passing bus full of screamin, drunken, long haired American pensioners let loose from Qanico, USA. Suddenly a strange burning smell came from inside the small lunchbox tucked under the drivers seat which was about to collapse into a pile of OLD nuts that were left over after Ger had built a cheek warmer for a homeless bum in need of a bulmers and a friend-ly slap around the back of the local homeless center. From over a hill Alvin came racing in his Cabrio to save poor Ferg from the evil green clutches of swampie's mutant green wellingtons which were melting rapidly around her very Hot brake pedal due to driving like Aiden in a hairdresser's favourite type of pink fluffy mobile sheep s*it covered fully laced boot lid.
MTI was fast approaching and Ferg had to prepare the platform shoes from eBay for his performance of Riverdance in 70's Disco style because he had a promise to wear tight trousers despite the fact that he'd loaned his wee nutz to Spuudd who had returned them intact! (But a little deformed).Then in the mid'st of all

[AdyP]

Fergal was busy tugging on his seatbelt that was stuck very firmly between the two cheeks of his bum. Meanwhile far far away, in deepest darkest Kerry the sheep quivered in fear as the groaning sound got louder and began to sound like a bad gearbox bearing trying to hide in a dark bush on the side of a rugged and windswept precipice known to many as Priests leap where men are men and women are up for a bit of sheep sheering to pay for the green wellingtons needed to compliment Swampette's outfit that was straight from the catwalk. The competition was hotting up Our intrepid hero wiped the sweat from Ger's brow! and spent the next week squeezing and teasing the reluctant sharp stick from the side of his lovely ear lobes when the puss suddenly exploded into a passing bus full of screamin, drunken, long haired American pensioners let loose from Qanico, USA. Suddenly a strange burning smell came from inside the small lunchbox tucked under the drivers seat which was about to collapse into a pile of OLD nuts that were left over after Ger had built a cheek warmer for a homeless bum in need of a bulmers and a friend-ly slap around the back of the local homeless center. From over a hill Alvin came racing in his Cabrio to save poor Ferg from the evil green clutches of swampie's mutant green wellingtons which were melting rapidly around her very Hot brake pedal due to driving like Aiden in a hairdresser's favourite type of pink fluffy mobile sheep s*it covered fully laced boot lid.
MTI was fast approaching and Ferg had to prepare the platform shoes from eBay for his performance of Riverdance in 70's Disco style because he had a promise to wear tight trousers despite the fact that he'd loaned his wee nutz to Spuudd who had returned them intact! (But a little deformed).Then in the mid'st of all The Hoff's cheeky chest wig

[ONED]

Fergal was busy tugging on his seatbelt that was stuck very firmly between the two cheeks of his bum. Meanwhile far far away, in deepest darkest Kerry the sheep quivered in fear as the groaning sound got louder and began to sound like a bad gearbox bearing trying to hide in a dark bush on the side of a rugged and windswept precipice known to many as Priests leap where men are men and women are up for a bit of sheep sheering to pay for the green wellingtons needed to compliment Swampette's outfit that was straight from the catwalk. The competition was hotting up Our intrepid hero wiped the sweat from Ger's brow! and spent the next week squeezing and teasing the reluctant sharp stick from the side of his lovely ear lobes when the puss suddenly exploded into a passing bus full of screamin, drunken, long haired American pensioners let loose from Qanico, USA. Suddenly a strange burning smell came from inside the small lunchbox tucked under the drivers seat which was about to collapse into a pile of OLD nuts that were left over after Ger had built a cheek warmer for a homeless bum in need of a bulmers and a friend-ly slap around the back of the local homeless center. From over a hill Alvin came racing in his Cabrio to save poor Ferg from the evil green clutches of swampie's mutant green wellingtons which were melting rapidly around her very Hot brake pedal due to driving like Aiden in a hairdresser's favourite type of pink fluffy mobile sheep s*it covered fully laced boot lid.
MTI was fast approaching and Ferg had to prepare the platform shoes from eBay for his performance of Riverdance in 70's Disco style because he had a promise to wear tight trousers despite the fact that he'd loaned his wee nutz to Spuudd who had returned them intact! (But a little deformed).Then in the mid'st of all The Hoff's cheeky chest wig broke loose from it's moorings

[AdyP]

Fergal was busy tugging on his seatbelt that was stuck very firmly between the two cheeks of his bum. Meanwhile far far away, in deepest darkest Kerry the sheep quivered in fear as the groaning sound got louder and began to sound like a bad gearbox bearing trying to hide in a dark bush on the side of a rugged and windswept precipice known to many as Priests leap where men are men and women are up for a bit of sheep sheering to pay for the green wellingtons needed to compliment Swampette's outfit that was straight from the catwalk. The competition was hotting up Our intrepid hero wiped the sweat from Ger's brow! and spent the next week squeezing and teasing the reluctant sharp stick from the side of his lovely ear lobes when the puss suddenly exploded into a passing bus full of screamin, drunken, long haired American pensioners let loose from Qanico, USA. Suddenly a strange burning smell came from inside the small lunchbox tucked under the drivers seat which was about to collapse into a pile of OLD nuts that were left over after Ger had built a cheek warmer for a homeless bum in need of a bulmers and a friend-ly slap around the back of the local homeless center. From over a hill Alvin came racing in his Cabrio to save poor Ferg from the evil green clutches of swampie's mutant green wellingtons which were melting rapidly around her very Hot brake pedal due to driving like Aiden in a hairdresser's favourite type of pink fluffy mobile sheep s*it covered fully laced boot lid.
MTI was fast approaching and Ferg had to prepare the platform shoes from eBay for his performance of Riverdance in 70's Disco style because he had a promise to wear tight trousers despite the fact that he'd loaned his wee nutz to Spuudd who had returned them intact! (But a little deformed).Then in the mid'st of all The Hoff's cheeky chest wig broke loose from it's moorings and began the journey West

[ONED]

Fergal was busy tugging on his seatbelt that was stuck very firmly between the two cheeks of his bum. Meanwhile far far away, in deepest darkest Kerry the sheep quivered in fear as the groaning sound got louder and began to sound like a bad gearbox bearing trying to hide in a dark bush on the side of a rugged and windswept precipice known to many as Priests leap where men are men and women are up for a bit of sheep sheering to pay for the green wellingtons needed to compliment Swampette's outfit that was straight from the catwalk. The competition was hotting up Our intrepid hero wiped the sweat from Ger's brow! and spent the next week squeezing and teasing the reluctant sharp stick from the side of his lovely ear lobes when the puss suddenly exploded into a passing bus full of screamin, drunken, long haired American pensioners let loose from Qanico, USA. Suddenly a strange burning smell came from inside the small lunchbox tucked under the drivers seat which was about to collapse into a pile of OLD nuts that were left over after Ger had built a cheek warmer for a homeless bum in need of a bulmers and a friend-ly slap around the back of the local homeless center. From over a hill Alvin came racing in his Cabrio to save poor Ferg from the evil green clutches of swampie's mutant green wellingtons which were melting rapidly around her very Hot brake pedal due to driving like Aiden in a hairdresser's favourite type of pink fluffy mobile sheep s*it covered fully laced boot lid.
MTI was fast approaching and Ferg had to prepare the platform shoes from eBay for his performance of Riverdance in 70's Disco style because he had a promise to wear tight trousers despite the fact that he'd loaned his wee nutz to Spuudd who had returned them intact! (But a little deformed).Then in the mid'st of all The Hoff's cheeky chest wig broke loose from it's moorings and began the journey West fueled only by Brute aftershave

[Step_7]

Fergal was busy tugging on his seatbelt that was stuck very firmly between the two cheeks of his bum. Meanwhile far far away, in deepest darkest Kerry the sheep quivered in fear as the groaning sound got louder and began to sound like a bad gearbox bearing trying to hide in a dark bush on the side of a rugged and windswept precipice known to many as Priests leap where men are men and women are up for a bit of sheep sheering to pay for the green wellingtons needed to compliment Swampette's outfit that was straight from the catwalk. The competition was hotting up Our intrepid hero wiped the sweat from Ger's brow! and spent the next week squeezing and teasing the reluctant sharp stick from the side of his lovely ear lobes when the puss suddenly exploded into a passing bus full of screamin, drunken, long haired American pensioners let loose from Qanico, USA. Suddenly a strange burning smell came from inside the small lunchbox tucked under the drivers seat which was about to collapse into a pile of OLD nuts that were left over after Ger had built a cheek warmer for a homeless bum in need of a bulmers and a friend-ly slap around the back of the local homeless center. From over a hill Alvin came racing in his Cabrio to save poor Ferg from the evil green clutches of swampie's mutant green wellingtons which were melting rapidly around her very Hot brake pedal due to driving like Aiden in a hairdresser's favourite type of pink fluffy mobile sheep s*it covered fully laced boot lid.
MTI was fast approaching and Ferg had to prepare the platform shoes from eBay for his performance of Riverdance in 70's Disco style because he had a promise to wear tight trousers despite the fact that he'd loaned his wee nutz to Spuudd who had returned them intact! (But a little deformed).Then in the mid'st of all The Hoff's cheeky chest wig broke loose from it's moorings and began the journey West fueled only by Brute aftershave and the unmistakable sounds of

[irlmin]

Fergal was busy tugging on his seatbelt that was stuck very firmly between the two cheeks of his bum. Meanwhile far far away, in deepest darkest Kerry the sheep quivered in fear as the groaning sound got louder and began to sound like a bad gearbox bearing trying to hide in a dark bush on the side of a rugged and windswept precipice known to many as Priests leap where men are men and women are up for a bit of sheep sheering to pay for the green wellingtons needed to compliment Swampette's outfit that was straight from the catwalk. The competition was hotting up Our intrepid hero wiped the sweat from Ger's brow! and spent the next week squeezing and teasing the reluctant sharp stick from the side of his lovely ear lobes when the puss suddenly exploded into a passing bus full of screamin, drunken, long haired American pensioners let loose from Qanico, USA. Suddenly a strange burning smell came from inside the small lunchbox tucked under the drivers seat which was about to collapse into a pile of OLD nuts that were left over after Ger had built a cheek warmer for a homeless bum in need of a bulmers and a friend-ly slap around the back of the local homeless center. From over a hill Alvin came racing in his Cabrio to save poor Ferg from the evil green clutches of swampie's mutant green wellingtons which were melting rapidly around her very Hot brake pedal due to driving like Aiden in a hairdresser's favourite type of pink fluffy mobile sheep s*it covered fully laced boot lid.
MTI was fast approaching and Ferg had to prepare the platform shoes from eBay for his performance of Riverdance in 70's Disco style because he had a promise to wear tight trousers despite the fact that he'd loaned his wee nutz to Spuudd who had returned them intact! (But a little deformed).Then in the mid'st of all The Hoff's cheeky chest wig broke loose from it's moorings and began the journey West fueled only by Brute aftershave and the unmistakable sounds of squelching from the back of