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A Mooning, Hooning and Lairizing Digression.

 
 
dlowan
 
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Reply Fri 10 Jan, 2003 03:49 pm
Setanta - 'tis Suzy who is the electronic marvel.

Piffka, what can you mean!!!! The man is perfectly fine - I am a Bunny, not a preying mantis!!! LOL.

Margo - alas.....waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
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patiodog
 
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Reply Fri 10 Jan, 2003 04:09 pm
What the hell's a racquet?
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dlowan
 
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Reply Fri 10 Jan, 2003 04:25 pm
'Tis a thing you hit tennis and squash balls with Patio - when you know how to spell!
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BillW
 
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Reply Fri 10 Jan, 2003 04:26 pm
What is it when you don't know how to spell?
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roger
 
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Reply Fri 10 Jan, 2003 04:28 pm
When you can't spell it, it's a thing you hit tennis and squash balls with.
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dlowan
 
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Reply Fri 10 Jan, 2003 05:13 pm
hippety-hop hippety-hop hippety-hop HiPpEtY-hOp HIppETy-hOP HIPpety-HOP HIPPETY-HOP HIPPRTY-HOP

SMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOCHHHHHHHHHH

HIPPETY-HOP HIPPETY-HOP HIpPEtY-HoP HiPpEtY-HoP HiPpEtY-HoP HippEty-Hop HippEty-hOp hippety-hop hippety- hop





(You have been smooch-raided by a hooning Bunny - Me be in a smoochy mood)
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dlowan
 
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Reply Fri 10 Jan, 2003 05:14 pm
When you can't spell it, it is a thing where you make a lot of money through doing wrong things, that you THINK means a thing you hit squash and tennis balls with - ~;> p
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Wilso
 
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Reply Fri 10 Jan, 2003 05:20 pm
I may have done a little hooning in my younger days.
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dlowan
 
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Reply Fri 10 Jan, 2003 05:21 pm
Tell us more, Wilso.
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patiodog
 
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Reply Fri 10 Jan, 2003 05:24 pm
Colour me embarassed re: racquets. Here I was thinking it was a melty French cheese, but then I guess that's something else again. I will endeavour to bend my will toward more prouper spelling...

(Wild, young Wilso. Ha! Almost typed "Wildo," which... never mind.)
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dlowan
 
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Reply Fri 10 Jan, 2003 05:26 pm
Teehee - same beloved with the motorcycle mentioned above used to - on occasion, in the late night/early morning - delight in roaring past a police motor cycle at speed - and get them to try and book him. We would then play tag with the frustrated cop through the little streets and alleys of the inner city.

If they lost us, he would appear in front of them, and waggle his tail lights at them, like pulling a toy in front of a kitten - and take off again....

Ah, the innocent pleasures of youth.

Never got caught...
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dlowan
 
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Reply Fri 10 Jan, 2003 05:27 pm
Wildo!! heehee
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patiodog
 
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Reply Fri 10 Jan, 2003 05:33 pm
Man. If I did the same thing in a car (or do you lot call it a motourcaur?) you'd call me deranged and a social menace.
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dlowan
 
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Reply Fri 10 Jan, 2003 06:28 pm
Hmmmmmmm - would I? Possibly....... are the streets empty in your scenario? They were in mine!!!!
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dlowan
 
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Reply Fri 10 Jan, 2003 06:28 pm
And we was wittle and silly!
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patiodog
 
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Reply Fri 10 Jan, 2003 06:34 pm
Had two randy cats named Spittle and Willy, but that's another tale (and a tall one at that).
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dlowan
 
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Reply Fri 10 Jan, 2003 06:39 pm
Shocked
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patiodog
 
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Reply Fri 10 Jan, 2003 06:48 pm
Oh, hell, it's just meant to be a dirty little joke. Not sure why I chose cats, though. Perhaps should have gone for something more fellatiary -- bonobos, perhaps...
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dlowan
 
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Reply Fri 10 Jan, 2003 07:09 pm
hmmm - bonobos - the FUN chimp!!!!!
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pueo
 
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Reply Fri 10 Jan, 2003 07:17 pm
who's a chimp?
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