and finally.... (tiem for bed, GF back from der Vaterland um 6 uhr in the fucking morgen)
not sad for everyone, but one of my heroes.
Fucking good trumpeter, and nice bloke to work with.
Nightles peeps!
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blyerkit e k trilby,
Thu 14 Aug 2008, 21:02,
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Keep your spit valve clear . . .
if you have one . . .
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Valin I changed glasses while I wasn't looking,
Thu 14 Aug 2008, 21:06,
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*tap dances whilst playing the trumpet*
R.I.P fella
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SkUG >_O i got a couple of stitches in my eyeball... ow,
Thu 14 Aug 2008, 21:09,
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*Removes hat*
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Walrus Man Think hippy thoughts,
Thu 14 Aug 2008, 21:10,
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Huh! thanks!
What did I ever do to you!?
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Sir Aunty Grampa Dave the Hat - enjoying a post-meridian muncheon - Ta! Cannaoogim!?,
Thu 14 Aug 2008, 21:25,
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Get back in there . . .
there are no replacements !
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Valin I changed glasses while I wasn't looking,
Thu 14 Aug 2008, 21:30,
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God Bless
Was it that long ago that TV presenters actually had talent.
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Phlegmcake Chewy in a runny kind of way,
Thu 14 Aug 2008, 21:58,
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What's the name of that Castle damaged by smoke?
No. Not Windsor.
Roy!
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monkeyboyalpha jumping on the bandwagon since,
Thu 14 Aug 2008, 22:22,
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