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Travelling through Seattle a good 15 years ago, I remembered an old friend I used to blow up Action Men with. We were bored, nothing to lose , so I looked him up in the phonebook. He was the only one of that name in there. "Come and stay," goes he.
Me and my mates were living in a car at that point so a bed was a novelty. After searching for a while, we rock up to a very posh mansion on Puget Sound with its own Helipad. "Come flying," goes he.
Has your luck held out recently?
( , Thu 14 Sep 2006, 18:43)
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One summer's eve,whilst travelling down a local country lane in my old orange metro with the maroon wing and white bonnet,my mates and I were discussing instances of finding scud mags under hedges etc.Dear reader,the jazz mag gods were truly listening that magical night,for hoving into sight,smack in the middle of the road were 2 or 3 tattered art pamphlets.It was surely a sign from above,so we had to stop and collect the serendipitous periodicals.In retrospect,this was very stupid,seeing as the lane was only just 2 cars wide and riddled with blind bends.Still,this was free porn and we were having it.
The next problem was where to put it,'cos I had no parcel shelf to cover it in the boot and I didn't fancy parking in town with torn copies of Razzle and Fiesta on display.In the end,they went under the floor mat.I do believe I still have them somewhere,for I am a champion hoarder.
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