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    #31
    Originally posted by BA to the Stars View Post
    Originally Posted by Doggy Styles
    All right, who drank my whisky then, eh?
    Proves the existence of spirits

    IGMC
    Proves the non existence of spirits. The whisky was gone.
    Down with racism. Long live miscegenation!

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      #32
      Originally posted by NotAllThere View Post
      Proves the non existence of spirits. The whisky was gone.
      wooly thinking.
      it wasn't gone, it was just in another place






      (\__/)
      (>'.'<)
      ("")("") Born to Drink. Forced to Work

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        #33
        Afterlife, aftershave, don't hold with any of it.

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          #34
          Highgate Cemetary,London. To visit please contact your nearest travel agent....
          .....my day will come

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            #35
            When I was one and my brother was two and a half we were staying at my grandparents very old house.

            A few hours after being put to bed, they heard a right rukkus coming from our room and us laughing. They rushed upstairs to investigate. There were toys all over the floor but the room was tidy when we were put to bed. My brother said the toys had been flying around the room. Both of us were in cots so couldn't have got out and done it ourselves (I couldn't walk yet for starters ).

            Years later and grandparents had moved into an annexe at my parents house. A few weeks after the death of my nan, my brother and mum clearly heard her say "good morning" like she used to as she walked from her annexe into the main house.

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              #36
              Originally posted by EternalOptimist View Post
              I tulip you not.

              I was looking out of my trench, on guard. This naked bird walks across the field towards me, jiggling her boobies. She stood there taunting me for an hour. When the sun came up, it was a branch off a shrub.

              Ive never trusted women since



              Twiggy

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                #37
                Originally posted by EternalOptimist View Post
                I tulip you not.

                I was looking out of my trench, on guard. This naked bird walks across the field towards me, jiggling her boobies. She stood there taunting me for an hour. When the sun came up, it was a branch off a shrub.
                That's a spooky coincidence. I was once lying in bed looking at a bush. When the sun came up, it was a naked woman.

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