Another Caption Competition
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Hooky: Who picked your white keks.
S: you can talk. camel suit and white trainee tit.
B: What would Ian
think?
Steve: I'm going to explode if I keep smiling like this.
Bernard: You're not a bomb, so you're not going to explode, Steve.
Hooky: Why the hell are those two crossing their hands in the same manner? And their clothing....both of them are wearing light coloured trousers, dark coloured shoes, and shirts in a bluish tone. So, I'm the odd one out. I'm 'The Other One', now?
Steve: well if Barney's Foggy and I'm Clegg, you're kinda fooked Hooky. And baggsy not tell Gillian she's Nora Batty.

Well need to stop posting fro these "SAGA", holiday homes, catalogues and get back to making some music.
The Sub-Cultured Perfect Kisser*!* wrote:
Indeed!
how come there's a donut wrapped round hookys ankle?
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or his foots stuck thru a yorkshire pud?
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try saying that Sub-Cultured.
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King John Honest John wrote: how come there's a donut wrapped round hookys ankle?
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I didn't notice that.
Nice one!
Indeed!
B: I wonder where I left my bottle of Pernord. S: erm, erm, erm... have a guess H: behave Steve !
Cigarettes are cheaper in France, aren't they ? Steve's pockets seem to be full of packets...
Chris Nash wrote:
You miss her?![]()
She's on vacation in the North Pole playing and riding with Santa and his reindeers.
http://www.neworderonline.com/Forums/MessageList.aspx?ThreadID=40480&PageIndex=2
Indeed!
The Sub-Cultured Perfect Kisser*!* wrote:
Chris Nash wrote:
You miss her?
She's on vacation in the North Pole playing and riding with Santa and his reindeers.
http://www.neworderonline.com/Forums/MessageList.aspx?ThreadID=40480&PageIndex=2
Indeed!
Actually, just got back from Indiana, so no, no Santa. ;) Nice try, now Kiss off.
ETA [edited to add] -

S: Hey Hooky, what's with the donut? B: Fcuk, so that's where my breakfast went! H: ... *no comment*
B: me sigmund's are fookin killing me, has anyone seen me pile cushion before I go and have to sit on me arse grapes. H (looking down) : Oh FOOK!
Or
H: Blurry ell lads, there's no need for the electronic tag just cos I said I wos thinkin of leaving.



