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This thread has been linked to the game 'Jak & Daxter'.
As a respectable young lady I decided to ween myself onto the playstation in a viscous atempt to woop my brothers butt at a game....my boyfriend recommended JAK AND DAXTER...as I was hooked onto Crash Bandicoot b4 this! OK its a cute game but I decided to shock myself and go 4 a more 'big boy' game...THE GETAWAY is the nuts...I was at first shocked by the unpleasent abuse and bloodshed but now this thirst quenching game has me on my toes.....I AM A CHANGED WOMEN!!!
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Lil ginge wrote:
> Or he has got bored with a grammatical snob like you??
I haven't been a gramatical snob! that was others i have just been retorting back to him. i don't even use capital letters for crying out loud
> Or he has got bored with a grammatical snob like you??
I haven't been a gramatical snob! that was others i have just been retorting back to him. i don't even use capital letters for crying out loud
Ashley wrote:
> I think GB has found he can't take the pace, and has left for pastures
> new...
I'm just biding my time, biding my time...
> I think GB has found he can't take the pace, and has left for pastures
> new...
I'm just biding my time, biding my time...
I was there. I think GB has run away like a little girl with "yellow bellies"!
;o)
;o)
Pfffttt.
i seem to have lost all the ability to be random. And to spell my own name.
Jesus, get the sparklers
i seem to have lost all the ability to be random. And to spell my own name.
Jesus, get the sparklers
Or he has got bored with a grammatical snob like you??
I think GB has found he can't take the pace, and has left for pastures new...
gerrid wrote:
> Okay so let me get this straight FFF(fffFFff).
> You were on a saturday morning weekday. Never before was it snowing
> with such a formality and underwide perlembosity.
> Shankly was the fourth of the twelve, and you squirreled away the only
> lightbulb carrier he had in order to steal greek sandwiches from
> Jasper Johns. Wednesdays were your favourite time for the breakfast,
> but small trembling marmots were not your bag and/or cup of tea.
> Now. If you are telling the truth, that would mean seven microwaves to
> the left, and half an hours worth of Open All Hours repeats. But I
> suspect you have been confusing estate agents again, and have whipped
> the smallest, oldest lady you could find for three minutes and a
> carpet, by george!
Yep
> Okay so let me get this straight FFF(fffFFff).
> You were on a saturday morning weekday. Never before was it snowing
> with such a formality and underwide perlembosity.
> Shankly was the fourth of the twelve, and you squirreled away the only
> lightbulb carrier he had in order to steal greek sandwiches from
> Jasper Johns. Wednesdays were your favourite time for the breakfast,
> but small trembling marmots were not your bag and/or cup of tea.
> Now. If you are telling the truth, that would mean seven microwaves to
> the left, and half an hours worth of Open All Hours repeats. But I
> suspect you have been confusing estate agents again, and have whipped
> the smallest, oldest lady you could find for three minutes and a
> carpet, by george!
Yep
Erm. Yes :)
Okay so let me get this straight FFF(fffFFff).
You were on a saturday morning weekday. Never before was it snowing with such a formality and underwide perlembosity.
Shankly was the fourth of the twelve, and you squirreled away the only lightbulb carrier he had in order to steal greek sandwiches from Jasper Johns. Wednesdays were your favourite time for the breakfast, but small trembling marmots were not your bag and/or cup of tea.
Now. If you are telling the truth, that would mean seven microwaves to the left, and half an hours worth of Open All Hours repeats. But I suspect you have been confusing estate agents again, and have whipped the smallest, oldest lady you could find for three minutes and a carpet, by george!
You were on a saturday morning weekday. Never before was it snowing with such a formality and underwide perlembosity.
Shankly was the fourth of the twelve, and you squirreled away the only lightbulb carrier he had in order to steal greek sandwiches from Jasper Johns. Wednesdays were your favourite time for the breakfast, but small trembling marmots were not your bag and/or cup of tea.
Now. If you are telling the truth, that would mean seven microwaves to the left, and half an hours worth of Open All Hours repeats. But I suspect you have been confusing estate agents again, and have whipped the smallest, oldest lady you could find for three minutes and a carpet, by george!
FFF you realise you have spelt your name wrong?
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