Shakespearian Soapbox
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You starvelling, you eel-skin, you dried neat's-tongue, you bull's-pizzle, you stock-fish--O for breath to utter what is like thee!-you tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bow-case, you vile standing tuck! [^]
Silence Means Death Stand On Your Feet Inner Fear Your Worst Enemy
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You starvelling, you eel-skin, you dried neat's-tongue, you bull's-pizzle, you stock-fish--O for breath to utter what is like thee!-you tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bow-case, you vile standing tuck! [^]
Silence Means Death Stand On Your Feet Inner Fear Your Worst Enemy
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I am not sure if I want to cry out loud these at Wilkinson or at God for raining on Sunday in Sidney.:((
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Bah, they are more used to playing with a shitty weather than we are.
Silence Means Death Stand On Your Feet Inner Fear Your Worst Enemy
Your virginity, your old virginity is like one of our French wither'd pears: it looks ill, it eats drily. :rolleyes: And you are a better man than to use the weather as an excuse KaЯl! regards, Paul Watson Bluegrass South Africa Brian Welsch wrote: "blah blah blah, maybe a potato?" while translating my Afrikaans. Crikey! ain't life grand?
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You starvelling, you eel-skin, you dried neat's-tongue, you bull's-pizzle, you stock-fish--O for breath to utter what is like thee!-you tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bow-case, you vile standing tuck! [^]
Silence Means Death Stand On Your Feet Inner Fear Your Worst Enemy
If you spend word for word with me, I shall make your wit bankrupt. Taken from: The Two Gentlemen of Verona Sounds like a lot of arguements here on the SB :-D regards, Paul Watson Bluegrass South Africa Brian Welsch wrote: "blah blah blah, maybe a potato?" while translating my Afrikaans. Crikey! ain't life grand?
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Your virginity, your old virginity is like one of our French wither'd pears: it looks ill, it eats drily. :rolleyes: And you are a better man than to use the weather as an excuse KaЯl! regards, Paul Watson Bluegrass South Africa Brian Welsch wrote: "blah blah blah, maybe a potato?" while translating my Afrikaans. Crikey! ain't life grand?
Paul Watson wrote: And you are a better man than to use the weather as an excuse I didn't. I said the english team played better than the french one with such a weather. I'm still convinced we can beat them on sunny weather. I don't use it as an excuse, weather is part of the game and England was logically the winner. But please agree the way to play changes considerably when it's raining.
Silence Means Death Stand On Your Feet Inner Fear Your Worst Enemy
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If you spend word for word with me, I shall make your wit bankrupt. Taken from: The Two Gentlemen of Verona Sounds like a lot of arguements here on the SB :-D regards, Paul Watson Bluegrass South Africa Brian Welsch wrote: "blah blah blah, maybe a potato?" while translating my Afrikaans. Crikey! ain't life grand?
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You starvelling, you eel-skin, you dried neat's-tongue, you bull's-pizzle, you stock-fish--O for breath to utter what is like thee!-you tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bow-case, you vile standing tuck! [^]
Silence Means Death Stand On Your Feet Inner Fear Your Worst Enemy
My day is but wasteth, all causethed by thy link posting, thou frothy rough-hewn bum-bailey :) Chris Meech It's much easier to get rich telling people what they want to hear. Chistopher Duncan I can't help getting older, but I refuse to grow up. Roger Wright I've been meaning to change my sig. Thanks! Alvaro Mendez
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Your virginity, your old virginity is like one of our French wither'd pears: it looks ill, it eats drily. :rolleyes: And you are a better man than to use the weather as an excuse KaЯl! regards, Paul Watson Bluegrass South Africa Brian Welsch wrote: "blah blah blah, maybe a potato?" while translating my Afrikaans. Crikey! ain't life grand?
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I wish I could come up with a better one - any idea? I seem to remember another semi-final in the rain that did not turn our way either!
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You starvelling, you eel-skin, you dried neat's-tongue, you bull's-pizzle, you stock-fish--O for breath to utter what is like thee!-you tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bow-case, you vile standing tuck! [^]
Silence Means Death Stand On Your Feet Inner Fear Your Worst Enemy
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Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The pangs and thirsts of sobriety Or to take pints from a sea of lager And by drinking empty them? To slake: to quench.
A servant to formulaic ways.
Shog9
Shakesbeer wrote: 9 Some how in your anonymity, I think this slipped in. :-D Chris Meech It's much easier to get rich telling people what they want to hear. Chistopher Duncan I can't help getting older, but I refuse to grow up. Roger Wright I've been meaning to change my sig. Thanks! Alvaro Mendez
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Shakesbeer wrote: 9 Some how in your anonymity, I think this slipped in. :-D Chris Meech It's much easier to get rich telling people what they want to hear. Chistopher Duncan I can't help getting older, but I refuse to grow up. Roger Wright I've been meaning to change my sig. Thanks! Alvaro Mendez
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That's it! Ano postings with stolen signatures! muhahahahahahah! They would never know it was me:cool: Later, JoeSox One thing vampire children have to be taught early on is, don't run with wooden stakes. --Jack Handy Deep Thoughts www.joeswammi.com ↔ www.humanaiproject.org
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That's it! Ano postings with stolen signatures! muhahahahahahah! They would never know it was me:cool: Later, JoeSox One thing vampire children have to be taught early on is, don't run with wooden stakes. --Jack Handy Deep Thoughts www.joeswammi.com ↔ www.humanaiproject.org
Actually, now that i think about it... They'd figure it out. They'd know it was me:sigh: Later, JoeSox
One thing vampire children have to be taught early on is, don't run with wooden stakes.
--Jack Handy Deep Thoughts
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You starvelling, you eel-skin, you dried neat's-tongue, you bull's-pizzle, you stock-fish--O for breath to utter what is like thee!-you tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bow-case, you vile standing tuck! [^]
Silence Means Death Stand On Your Feet Inner Fear Your Worst Enemy
Hence, horrible villain, or I'll spurn thine eyes like balls before me!
I'll unhair thy head, Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire,
and stew'd'in brine, smarting in lingering pickle!
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