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Postby Step_7 » Mon May 05, 2008 9:58 am

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....
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Postby Sparkie » Mon May 05, 2008 3:12 pm

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 ...
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Postby MiniMpi » Mon May 05, 2008 8:36 pm

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
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Postby swampette » Mon May 05, 2008 9:33 pm

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
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Postby madbrummie » Mon May 05, 2008 10:38 pm

[quote="swampette"]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
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Postby swampette » Mon May 05, 2008 10:49 pm

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
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Postby ken79 » Tue May 06, 2008 3:51 am

ergal 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
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Postby ONED » Tue May 06, 2008 12:55 pm

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
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Postby Step_7 » Tue May 06, 2008 3:47 pm

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....
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Postby ONED » Sun May 11, 2008 1:37 pm

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
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Postby irlmin » Sun May 11, 2008 2:22 pm

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
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Postby ONED » Sun May 11, 2008 3:19 pm

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
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Postby swampette » Sun May 11, 2008 9:27 pm

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
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Postby Owen » Sun May 11, 2008 10:55 pm

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
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Postby irlmin » Sun May 11, 2008 10:57 pm

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
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