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  • edited August 2007
    It was proving to be a normal, boring morning at the FBI HQ, until Terence, the effeminate post boy and Mulder were caught trying to look up Scully's skirt. It was like a welly top up there, better off shagging a can of worms though Mulder, A case of to find the inside leg measurement, you'd take a yardstick, push it up the leg as far as it would go. Deduct the wet from the dry and add 6" for the turn-ups. Mulder put Terence down and went over to his desk, where he found a white dog shit...his next case of industrial strength vodka (capable of rendering a normal human completely unconscious with a tiny drop) was missing.

    Lord Lucan appeared from behind a filing cabinet, clutching a copy of Mire Mare. This was stolen from between the gap in Vanessa Paradis' teeth, along with the only known silver Trans Am tape stolen from Martijn V D Heide of WoS fame. FRGT/10 appeared with a keytar and smashed it down on Lucan's head. "Bugger" hissed DEATH under his breath. With Lucan being incapacitated, it was now the job of Screaming Lord Sutch, to take his place from beyond the grave. "We're never going to find that secret formula now Scully" said Mulder, "Lord Such is just too mad" he wibbled incoherently, while pulling out a
  • edited August 2007
    It was proving to be a normal, boring morning at the FBI HQ, until Terence, the effeminate post boy and Mulder were caught trying to look up Scully's skirt. It was like a welly top up there, better off shagging a can of worms though Mulder, A case of to find the inside leg measurement, you'd take a yardstick, push it up the leg as far as it would go. Deduct the wet from the dry and add 6" for the turn-ups. Mulder put Terence down and went over to his desk, where he found a white dog shit...his next case of industrial strength vodka (capable of rendering a normal human completely unconscious with a tiny drop) was missing.

    Lord Lucan appeared from behind a filing cabinet, clutching a copy of Mire Mare. This was stolen from between the gap in Vanessa Paradis' teeth, along with the only known silver Trans Am tape stolen from Martijn V D Heide of WoS fame. FRGT/10 appeared with a keytar and smashed it down on Lucan's head. "Bugger" hissed DEATH under his breath. With Lucan being incapacitated, it was now the job of Screaming Lord Sutch, to take his place from beyond the grave. "We're never going to find that secret formula now Scully" said Mulder, "Lord Such is just too mad" he wibbled incoherently, while pulling out a Chicken Tikka Bhuna
    Every night is curry night!
  • edited August 2007
    It was proving to be a normal, boring morning at the FBI HQ, until Terence, the effeminate post boy and Mulder were caught trying to look up Scully's skirt. It was like a welly top up there, better off shagging a can of worms though Mulder, A case of to find the inside leg measurement, you'd take a yardstick, push it up the leg as far as it would go. Deduct the wet from the dry and add 6" for the turn-ups. Mulder put Terence down and went over to his desk, where he found a white dog shit...his next case of industrial strength vodka (capable of rendering a normal human completely unconscious with a tiny drop) was missing.

    Lord Lucan appeared from behind a filing cabinet, clutching a copy of Mire Mare. This was stolen from between the gap in Vanessa Paradis' teeth, along with the only known silver Trans Am tape stolen from Martijn V D Heide of WoS fame. FRGT/10 appeared with a keytar and smashed it down on Lucan's head. "Bugger" hissed DEATH under his breath. With Lucan being incapacitated, it was now the job of Screaming Lord Sutch, to take his place from beyond the grave. "We're never going to find that secret formula now Scully" said Mulder, "Lord Such is just too mad" he wibbled incoherently, while pulling out a Chicken Tikka Bhuna. But to Scully's horror, what Mulder removed was infact a
  • edited August 2007
    It was proving to be a normal, boring morning at the FBI HQ, until Terence, the effeminate post boy and Mulder were caught trying to look up Scully's skirt. It was like a welly top up there, better off shagging a can of worms though Mulder, A case of to find the inside leg measurement, you'd take a yardstick, push it up the leg as far as it would go. Deduct the wet from the dry and add 6" for the turn-ups. Mulder put Terence down and went over to his desk, where he found a white dog shit...his next case of industrial strength vodka (capable of rendering a normal human completely unconscious with a tiny drop) was missing.

    Lord Lucan appeared from behind a filing cabinet, clutching a copy of Mire Mare. This was stolen from between the gap in Vanessa Paradis' teeth, along with the only known silver Trans Am tape stolen from Martijn V D Heide of WoS fame. FRGT/10 appeared with a keytar and smashed it down on Lucan's head. "Bugger" hissed DEATH under his breath. With Lucan being incapacitated, it was now the job of Screaming Lord Sutch, to take his place from beyond the grave. "We're never going to find that secret formula now Scully" said Mulder, "Lord Such is just too mad" he wibbled incoherently, while pulling out a Chicken Tikka Bhuna. But to Scully's horror, what Mulder removed was infact a circa 1991 Billy Ray Sirus mullet
    Every night is curry night!
  • edited August 2007
    It was proving to be a normal, boring morning at the FBI HQ, until Terence, the effeminate post boy and Mulder were caught trying to look up Scully's skirt. It was like a welly top up there, better off shagging a can of worms though Mulder, A case of to find the inside leg measurement, you'd take a yardstick, push it up the leg as far as it would go. Deduct the wet from the dry and add 6" for the turn-ups. Mulder put Terence down and went over to his desk, where he found a white dog shit...his next case of industrial strength vodka (capable of rendering a normal human completely unconscious with a tiny drop) was missing.

    Lord Lucan appeared from behind a filing cabinet, clutching a copy of Mire Mare. This was stolen from between the gap in Vanessa Paradis' teeth, along with the only known silver Trans Am tape stolen from Martijn V D Heide of WoS fame. FRGT/10 appeared with a keytar and smashed it down on Lucan's head. "Bugger" hissed DEATH under his breath. With Lucan being incapacitated, it was now the job of Screaming Lord Sutch, to take his place from beyond the grave. "We're never going to find that secret formula now Scully" said Mulder, "Lord Such is just too mad" he wibbled incoherently, while pulling out a Chicken Tikka Bhuna. But to Scully's horror, what Mulder removed was infact a circa 1991 Billy Ray Sirus mullet wig.

    "It's ok for you lot" Wailed DEATH, "You lot get to have all the fun - I have to take Lucan's soul to Charon now - Come FRGT/10, come do your apprentice type work, and don't forget the coin this time, you know how Charon moans and bitches if he ain't paid".....
    Oh bugger!<br>
  • edited August 2007
    It was proving to be a normal, boring morning at the FBI HQ, until Terence, the effeminate post boy and Mulder were caught trying to look up Scully's skirt. It was like a welly top up there, better off shagging a can of worms though Mulder, A case of to find the inside leg measurement, you'd take a yardstick, push it up the leg as far as it would go. Deduct the wet from the dry and add 6" for the turn-ups. Mulder put Terence down and went over to his desk, where he found a white dog shit...his next case of industrial strength vodka (capable of rendering a normal human completely unconscious with a tiny drop) was missing.

    Lord Lucan appeared from behind a filing cabinet, clutching a copy of Mire Mare. This was stolen from between the gap in Vanessa Paradis' teeth, along with the only known silver Trans Am tape stolen from Martijn V D Heide of WoS fame. FRGT/10 appeared with a keytar and smashed it down on Lucan's head. "Bugger" hissed DEATH under his breath. With Lucan being incapacitated, it was now the job of Screaming Lord Sutch, to take his place from beyond the grave. "We're never going to find that secret formula now Scully" said Mulder, "Lord Such is just too mad" he wibbled incoherently, while pulling out a Chicken Tikka Bhuna. But to Scully's horror, what Mulder removed was infact a circa 1991 Billy Ray Sirus mullet wig.

    "It's ok for you lot" Wailed DEATH, "You lot get to have all the fun - I have to take Lucan's soul to Charon now - Come FRGT/10, come do your apprentice type work, and don't forget the coin this time, you know how Charon moans and bitches if he ain't paid".....

    The Martians watched all of this with undisguised glee, when suddenly
  • edited August 2007
    It was proving to be a normal, boring morning at the FBI HQ, until Terence, the effeminate post boy and Mulder were caught trying to look up Scully's skirt. It was like a welly top up there, better off shagging a can of worms though Mulder, A case of to find the inside leg measurement, you'd take a yardstick, push it up the leg as far as it would go. Deduct the wet from the dry and add 6" for the turn-ups. Mulder put Terence down and went over to his desk, where he found a white dog shit...his next case of industrial strength vodka (capable of rendering a normal human completely unconscious with a tiny drop) was missing.

    Lord Lucan appeared from behind a filing cabinet, clutching a copy of Mire Mare. This was stolen from between the gap in Vanessa Paradis' teeth, along with the only known silver Trans Am tape stolen from Martijn V D Heide of WoS fame. FRGT/10 appeared with a keytar and smashed it down on Lucan's head. "Bugger" hissed DEATH under his breath. With Lucan being incapacitated, it was now the job of Screaming Lord Sutch, to take his place from beyond the grave. "We're never going to find that secret formula now Scully" said Mulder, "Lord Such is just too mad" he wibbled incoherently, while pulling out a Chicken Tikka Bhuna. But to Scully's horror, what Mulder removed was infact a circa 1991 Billy Ray Sirus mullet wig.

    "It's ok for you lot" Wailed DEATH, "You lot get to have all the fun - I have to take Lucan's soul to Charon now - Come FRGT/10, come do your apprentice type work, and don't forget the coin this time, you know how Charon moans and bitches if he ain't paid".....

    The Martians watched all of this with undisguised glee, when suddenly, the lid fell off.
  • edited August 2007
    It was proving to be a normal, boring morning at the FBI HQ, until Terence, the effeminate post boy and Mulder were caught trying to look up Scully's skirt. It was like a welly top up there, better off shagging a can of worms though Mulder, A case of to find the inside leg measurement, you'd take a yardstick, push it up the leg as far as it would go. Deduct the wet from the dry and add 6" for the turn-ups. Mulder put Terence down and went over to his desk, where he found a white dog shit...his next case of industrial strength vodka (capable of rendering a normal human completely unconscious with a tiny drop) was missing.

    Lord Lucan appeared from behind a filing cabinet, clutching a copy of Mire Mare. This was stolen from between the gap in Vanessa Paradis' teeth, along with the only known silver Trans Am tape stolen from Martijn V D Heide of WoS fame. FRGT/10 appeared with a keytar and smashed it down on Lucan's head. "Bugger" hissed DEATH under his breath. With Lucan being incapacitated, it was now the job of Screaming Lord Sutch, to take his place from beyond the grave. "We're never going to find that secret formula now Scully" said Mulder, "Lord Such is just too mad" he wibbled incoherently, while pulling out a Chicken Tikka Bhuna. But to Scully's horror, what Mulder removed was infact a circa 1991 Billy Ray Sirus mullet wig.

    "It's ok for you lot" Wailed DEATH, "You lot get to have all the fun - I have to take Lucan's soul to Charon now - Come FRGT/10, come do your apprentice type work, and don't forget the coin this time, you know how Charon moans and bitches if he ain't paid".....

    The Martians watched all of this with undisguised glee, when suddenly, the lid fell off. This means that solid undeniable scientific proof of
    Every night is curry night!
  • edited August 2007
    It was proving to be a normal, boring morning at the FBI HQ, until Terence, the effeminate post boy and Mulder were caught trying to look up Scully's skirt. It was like a welly top up there, better off shagging a can of worms though Mulder, A case of to find the inside leg measurement, you'd take a yardstick, push it up the leg as far as it would go. Deduct the wet from the dry and add 6" for the turn-ups. Mulder put Terence down and went over to his desk, where he found a white dog shit...his next case of industrial strength vodka (capable of rendering a normal human completely unconscious with a tiny drop) was missing.

    Lord Lucan appeared from behind a filing cabinet, clutching a copy of Mire Mare. This was stolen from between the gap in Vanessa Paradis' teeth, along with the only known silver Trans Am tape stolen from Martijn V D Heide of WoS fame. FRGT/10 appeared with a keytar and smashed it down on Lucan's head. "Bugger" hissed DEATH under his breath. With Lucan being incapacitated, it was now the job of Screaming Lord Sutch, to take his place from beyond the grave. "We're never going to find that secret formula now Scully" said Mulder, "Lord Such is just too mad" he wibbled incoherently, while pulling out a Chicken Tikka Bhuna. But to Scully's horror, what Mulder removed was infact a circa 1991 Billy Ray Sirus mullet wig.

    "It's ok for you lot" Wailed DEATH, "You lot get to have all the fun - I have to take Lucan's soul to Charon now - Come FRGT/10, come do your apprentice type work, and don't forget the coin this time, you know how Charon moans and bitches if he ain't paid".....

    The Martians watched all of this with undisguised glee, when suddenly, the lid fell off. This means that solid undeniable scientific proof of gammon steaks being used as party hats is
  • edited August 2007
    It was proving to be a normal, boring morning at the FBI HQ, until Terence, the effeminate post boy and Mulder were caught trying to look up Scully's skirt. It was like a welly top up there, better off shagging a can of worms though Mulder, A case of to find the inside leg measurement, you'd take a yardstick, push it up the leg as far as it would go. Deduct the wet from the dry and add 6" for the turn-ups. Mulder put Terence down and went over to his desk, where he found a white dog shit...his next case of industrial strength vodka (capable of rendering a normal human completely unconscious with a tiny drop) was missing.

    Lord Lucan appeared from behind a filing cabinet, clutching a copy of Mire Mare. This was stolen from between the gap in Vanessa Paradis' teeth, along with the only known silver Trans Am tape stolen from Martijn V D Heide of WoS fame. FRGT/10 appeared with a keytar and smashed it down on Lucan's head. "Bugger" hissed DEATH under his breath. With Lucan being incapacitated, it was now the job of Screaming Lord Sutch, to take his place from beyond the grave. "We're never going to find that secret formula now Scully" said Mulder, "Lord Such is just too mad" he wibbled incoherently, while pulling out a Chicken Tikka Bhuna. But to Scully's horror, what Mulder removed was infact a circa 1991 Billy Ray Sirus mullet wig.

    "It's ok for you lot" Wailed DEATH, "You lot get to have all the fun - I have to take Lucan's soul to Charon now - Come FRGT/10, come do your apprentice type work, and don't forget the coin this time, you know how Charon moans and bitches if he ain't paid".....

    The Martians watched all of this with undisguised glee, when suddenly, the lid fell off. This means that solid undeniable scientific proof of gammon steaks being used as party hats is not really very clever since the gravey gets in your eyes.

    At this point, FRGT/10 and DEATH returned. "bugger" hissed DEATH to FRGT/10 pointing to the gammon steaks - "we've missed the feckin party".
    Oh bugger!<br>
  • edited August 2007
    It was proving to be a normal, boring morning at the FBI HQ, until Terence, the effeminate post boy and Mulder were caught trying to look up Scully's skirt. It was like a welly top up there, better off shagging a can of worms though Mulder, A case of to find the inside leg measurement, you'd take a yardstick, push it up the leg as far as it would go. Deduct the wet from the dry and add 6" for the turn-ups. Mulder put Terence down and went over to his desk, where he found a white dog shit...his next case of industrial strength vodka (capable of rendering a normal human completely unconscious with a tiny drop) was missing.

    Lord Lucan appeared from behind a filing cabinet, clutching a copy of Mire Mare. This was stolen from between the gap in Vanessa Paradis' teeth, along with the only known silver Trans Am tape stolen from Martijn V D Heide of WoS fame. FRGT/10 appeared with a keytar and smashed it down on Lucan's head. "Bugger" hissed DEATH under his breath. With Lucan being incapacitated, it was now the job of Screaming Lord Sutch, to take his place from beyond the grave. "We're never going to find that secret formula now Scully" said Mulder, "Lord Such is just too mad" he wibbled incoherently, while pulling out a Chicken Tikka Bhuna. But to Scully's horror, what Mulder removed was infact a circa 1991 Billy Ray Sirus mullet wig.

    "It's ok for you lot" Wailed DEATH, "You lot get to have all the fun - I have to take Lucan's soul to Charon now - Come FRGT/10, come do your apprentice type work, and don't forget the coin this time, you know how Charon moans and bitches if he ain't paid".....

    The Martians watched all of this with undisguised glee, when suddenly, the lid fell off. This means that solid undeniable scientific proof of gammon steaks being used as party hats is not really very clever since the gravey gets in your eyes.

    At this point, FRGT/10 and DEATH returned. "bugger" hissed DEATH to FRGT/10 pointing to the gammon steaks - "we've missed the feckin party". Now it was time to deploy
    Every night is curry night!
  • edited August 2007
    It was proving to be a normal, boring morning at the FBI HQ, until Terence, the effeminate post boy and Mulder were caught trying to look up Scully's skirt. It was like a welly top up there, better off shagging a can of worms though Mulder, A case of to find the inside leg measurement, you'd take a yardstick, push it up the leg as far as it would go. Deduct the wet from the dry and add 6" for the turn-ups. Mulder put Terence down and went over to his desk, where he found a white dog shit...his next case of industrial strength vodka (capable of rendering a normal human completely unconscious with a tiny drop) was missing.

    Lord Lucan appeared from behind a filing cabinet, clutching a copy of Mire Mare. This was stolen from between the gap in Vanessa Paradis' teeth, along with the only known silver Trans Am tape stolen from Martijn V D Heide of WoS fame. FRGT/10 appeared with a keytar and smashed it down on Lucan's head. "Bugger" hissed DEATH under his breath. With Lucan being incapacitated, it was now the job of Screaming Lord Sutch, to take his place from beyond the grave. "We're never going to find that secret formula now Scully" said Mulder, "Lord Such is just too mad" he wibbled incoherently, while pulling out a Chicken Tikka Bhuna. But to Scully's horror, what Mulder removed was infact a circa 1991 Billy Ray Sirus mullet wig.

    "It's ok for you lot" Wailed DEATH, "You lot get to have all the fun - I have to take Lucan's soul to Charon now - Come FRGT/10, come do your apprentice type work, and don't forget the coin this time, you know how Charon moans and bitches if he ain't paid".....

    The Martians watched all of this with undisguised glee, when suddenly, the lid fell off. This means that solid undeniable scientific proof of gammon steaks being used as party hats is not really very clever since the gravey gets in your eyes.

    At this point, FRGT/10 and DEATH returned. "bugger" hissed DEATH to FRGT/10 pointing to the gammon steaks - "we've missed the feckin party". Now it was time to deploy an eye-wateringly large, flourescent-pink
  • edited August 2007
    It was proving to be a normal, boring morning at the FBI HQ, until Terence, the effeminate post boy and Mulder were caught trying to look up Scully's skirt. It was like a welly top up there, better off shagging a can of worms though Mulder, A case of to find the inside leg measurement, you'd take a yardstick, push it up the leg as far as it would go. Deduct the wet from the dry and add 6" for the turn-ups. Mulder put Terence down and went over to his desk, where he found a white dog shit...his next case of industrial strength vodka (capable of rendering a normal human completely unconscious with a tiny drop) was missing.

    Lord Lucan appeared from behind a filing cabinet, clutching a copy of Mire Mare. This was stolen from between the gap in Vanessa Paradis' teeth, along with the only known silver Trans Am tape stolen from Martijn V D Heide of WoS fame. FRGT/10 appeared with a keytar and smashed it down on Lucan's head. "Bugger" hissed DEATH under his breath. With Lucan being incapacitated, it was now the job of Screaming Lord Sutch, to take his place from beyond the grave. "We're never going to find that secret formula now Scully" said Mulder, "Lord Such is just too mad" he wibbled incoherently, while pulling out a Chicken Tikka Bhuna. But to Scully's horror, what Mulder removed was infact a circa 1991 Billy Ray Sirus mullet wig.

    "It's ok for you lot" Wailed DEATH, "You lot get to have all the fun - I have to take Lucan's soul to Charon now - Come FRGT/10, come do your apprentice type work, and don't forget the coin this time, you know how Charon moans and bitches if he ain't paid".....

    The Martians watched all of this with undisguised glee, when suddenly, the lid fell off. This means that solid undeniable scientific proof of gammon steaks being used as party hats is not really very clever since the gravey gets in your eyes.

    At this point, FRGT/10 and DEATH returned. "bugger" hissed DEATH to FRGT/10 pointing to the gammon steaks - "we've missed the feckin party". Now it was time to deploy an eye-wateringly large, flourescent-pink map of Quebec.
  • edited August 2007
    It was proving to be a normal, boring morning at the FBI HQ, until Terence, the effeminate post boy and Mulder were caught trying to look up Scully's skirt. It was like a welly top up there, better off shagging a can of worms though Mulder, A case of to find the inside leg measurement, you'd take a yardstick, push it up the leg as far as it would go. Deduct the wet from the dry and add 6" for the turn-ups. Mulder put Terence down and went over to his desk, where he found a white dog shit...his next case of industrial strength vodka (capable of rendering a normal human completely unconscious with a tiny drop) was missing.

    Lord Lucan appeared from behind a filing cabinet, clutching a copy of Mire Mare. This was stolen from between the gap in Vanessa Paradis' teeth, along with the only known silver Trans Am tape stolen from Martijn V D Heide of WoS fame. FRGT/10 appeared with a keytar and smashed it down on Lucan's head. "Bugger" hissed DEATH under his breath. With Lucan being incapacitated, it was now the job of Screaming Lord Sutch, to take his place from beyond the grave. "We're never going to find that secret formula now Scully" said Mulder, "Lord Such is just too mad" he wibbled incoherently, while pulling out a Chicken Tikka Bhuna. But to Scully's horror, what Mulder removed was infact a circa 1991 Billy Ray Sirus mullet wig.

    "It's ok for you lot" Wailed DEATH, "You lot get to have all the fun - I have to take Lucan's soul to Charon now - Come FRGT/10, come do your apprentice type work, and don't forget the coin this time, you know how Charon moans and bitches if he ain't paid".....

    The Martians watched all of this with undisguised glee, when suddenly, the lid fell off. This means that solid undeniable scientific proof of gammon steaks being used as party hats is not really very clever since the gravey gets in your eyes.

    At this point, FRGT/10 and DEATH returned. "bugger" hissed DEATH to FRGT/10 pointing to the gammon steaks - "we've missed the feckin party". Now it was time to deploy an eye-wateringly large, flourescent-pink map of Quebec. Because everybody knows that Canada is inflatable
    Every night is curry night!
  • edited August 2007
    It was proving to be a normal, boring morning at the FBI HQ, until Terence, the effeminate post boy and Mulder were caught trying to look up Scully's skirt. It was like a welly top up there, better off shagging a can of worms though Mulder, A case of to find the inside leg measurement, you'd take a yardstick, push it up the leg as far as it would go. Deduct the wet from the dry and add 6" for the turn-ups. Mulder put Terence down and went over to his desk, where he found a white dog shit...his next case of industrial strength vodka (capable of rendering a normal human completely unconscious with a tiny drop) was missing.

    Lord Lucan appeared from behind a filing cabinet, clutching a copy of Mire Mare. This was stolen from between the gap in Vanessa Paradis' teeth, along with the only known silver Trans Am tape stolen from Martijn V D Heide of WoS fame. FRGT/10 appeared with a keytar and smashed it down on Lucan's head. "Bugger" hissed DEATH under his breath. With Lucan being incapacitated, it was now the job of Screaming Lord Sutch, to take his place from beyond the grave. "We're never going to find that secret formula now Scully" said Mulder, "Lord Such is just too mad" he wibbled incoherently, while pulling out a Chicken Tikka Bhuna. But to Scully's horror, what Mulder removed was infact a circa 1991 Billy Ray Sirus mullet wig.

    "It's ok for you lot" Wailed DEATH, "You lot get to have all the fun - I have to take Lucan's soul to Charon now - Come FRGT/10, come do your apprentice type work, and don't forget the coin this time, you know how Charon moans and bitches if he ain't paid".....

    The Martians watched all of this with undisguised glee, when suddenly, the lid fell off. This means that solid undeniable scientific proof of gammon steaks being used as party hats is not really very clever since the gravey gets in your eyes.

    At this point, FRGT/10 and DEATH returned. "bugger" hissed DEATH to FRGT/10 pointing to the gammon steaks - "we've missed the feckin party". Now it was time to deploy an eye-wateringly large, flourescent-pink map of Quebec. Because everybody knows that Canada is inflatable, it's obviopusly a target for those that want to blow things up. After much goading and persuasion by Mile, Bin Laden was spotted trying to blow up the QEII, but he burnt his lip on the funnel and had to quit.
    Oh bugger!<br>
  • edited October 2007
    It was proving to be a normal, boring morning at the FBI HQ, until Terence, the effeminate post boy and Mulder were caught trying to look up Scully's skirt. It was like a welly top up there, better off shagging a can of worms though Mulder, A case of to find the inside leg measurement, you'd take a yardstick, push it up the leg as far as it would go. Deduct the wet from the dry and add 6" for the turn-ups. Mulder put Terence down and went over to his desk, where he found a white dog shit...his next case of industrial strength vodka (capable of rendering a normal human completely unconscious with a tiny drop) was missing.

    Lord Lucan appeared from behind a filing cabinet, clutching a copy of Mire Mare. This was stolen from between the gap in Vanessa Paradis' teeth, along with the only known silver Trans Am tape stolen from Martijn V D Heide of WoS fame. FRGT/10 appeared with a keytar and smashed it down on Lucan's head. "Bugger" hissed DEATH under his breath. With Lucan being incapacitated, it was now the job of Screaming Lord Sutch, to take his place from beyond the grave. "We're never going to find that secret formula now Scully" said Mulder, "Lord Such is just too mad" he wibbled incoherently, while pulling out a Chicken Tikka Bhuna. But to Scully's horror, what Mulder removed was infact a circa 1991 Billy Ray Sirus mullet wig.

    "It's ok for you lot" Wailed DEATH, "You lot get to have all the fun - I have to take Lucan's soul to Charon now - Come FRGT/10, come do your apprentice type work, and don't forget the coin this time, you know how Charon moans and bitches if he ain't paid".....

    The Martians watched all of this with undisguised glee, when suddenly, the lid fell off. This means that solid undeniable scientific proof of gammon steaks being used as party hats is not really very clever since the gravey gets in your eyes.

    At this point, FRGT/10 and DEATH returned. "bugger" hissed DEATH to FRGT/10 pointing to the gammon steaks - "we've missed the feckin party". Now it was time to deploy an eye-wateringly large, flourescent-pink map of Quebec. Because everybody knows that Canada is inflatable, it's obviopusly a target for those that want to blow things up. After much goading and persuasion by Mile, Bin Laden was spotted trying to blow up the QEII, but he burnt his lip on the funnel and had to quit.

    A month and a half passed without incident. Suddenly, a bloodcurdling scream was heard from the general direction of the river Acheron
  • edited October 2007
    It was proving to be a normal, boring morning at the FBI HQ, until Terence, the effeminate post boy and Mulder were caught trying to look up Scully's skirt. It was like a welly top up there, better off shagging a can of worms though Mulder, A case of to find the inside leg measurement, you'd take a yardstick, push it up the leg as far as it would go. Deduct the wet from the dry and add 6" for the turn-ups. Mulder put Terence down and went over to his desk, where he found a white dog shit...his next case of industrial strength vodka (capable of rendering a normal human completely unconscious with a tiny drop) was missing.

    Lord Lucan appeared from behind a filing cabinet, clutching a copy of Mire Mare. This was stolen from between the gap in Vanessa Paradis' teeth, along with the only known silver Trans Am tape stolen from Martijn V D Heide of WoS fame. FRGT/10 appeared with a keytar and smashed it down on Lucan's head. "Bugger" hissed DEATH under his breath. With Lucan being incapacitated, it was now the job of Screaming Lord Sutch, to take his place from beyond the grave. "We're never going to find that secret formula now Scully" said Mulder, "Lord Such is just too mad" he wibbled incoherently, while pulling out a Chicken Tikka Bhuna. But to Scully's horror, what Mulder removed was infact a circa 1991 Billy Ray Sirus mullet wig.

    "It's ok for you lot" Wailed DEATH, "You lot get to have all the fun - I have to take Lucan's soul to Charon now - Come FRGT/10, come do your apprentice type work, and don't forget the coin this time, you know how Charon moans and bitches if he ain't paid".....

    The Martians watched all of this with undisguised glee, when suddenly, the lid fell off. This means that solid undeniable scientific proof of gammon steaks being used as party hats is not really very clever since the gravey gets in your eyes.

    At this point, FRGT/10 and DEATH returned. "bugger" hissed DEATH to FRGT/10 pointing to the gammon steaks - "we've missed the feckin party". Now it was time to deploy an eye-wateringly large, flourescent-pink map of Quebec. Because everybody knows that Canada is inflatable, it's obviopusly a target for those that want to blow things up. After much goading and persuasion by Mile, Bin Laden was spotted trying to blow up the QEII, but he burnt his lip on the funnel and had to quit.

    A month and a half passed without incident. Suddenly, a bloodcurdling scream was heard from the general direction of the river Acheron, out from the depths rose Vicente Fox and Cornishpasty
  • edited October 2007
    It was proving to be a normal, boring morning at the FBI HQ, until Terence, the effeminate post boy and Mulder were caught trying to look up Scully's skirt. It was like a welly top up there, better off shagging a can of worms though Mulder, A case of to find the inside leg measurement, you'd take a yardstick, push it up the leg as far as it would go. Deduct the wet from the dry and add 6" for the turn-ups. Mulder put Terence down and went over to his desk, where he found a white dog shit...his next case of industrial strength vodka (capable of rendering a normal human completely unconscious with a tiny drop) was missing.

    Lord Lucan appeared from behind a filing cabinet, clutching a copy of Mire Mare. This was stolen from between the gap in Vanessa Paradis' teeth, along with the only known silver Trans Am tape stolen from Martijn V D Heide of WoS fame. FRGT/10 appeared with a keytar and smashed it down on Lucan's head. "Bugger" hissed DEATH under his breath. With Lucan being incapacitated, it was now the job of Screaming Lord Sutch, to take his place from beyond the grave. "We're never going to find that secret formula now Scully" said Mulder, "Lord Such is just too mad" he wibbled incoherently, while pulling out a Chicken Tikka Bhuna. But to Scully's horror, what Mulder removed was infact a circa 1991 Billy Ray Sirus mullet wig.

    "It's ok for you lot" Wailed DEATH, "You lot get to have all the fun - I have to take Lucan's soul to Charon now - Come FRGT/10, come do your apprentice type work, and don't forget the coin this time, you know how Charon moans and bitches if he ain't paid".....

    The Martians watched all of this with undisguised glee, when suddenly, the lid fell off. This means that solid undeniable scientific proof of gammon steaks being used as party hats is not really very clever since the gravey gets in your eyes.

    At this point, FRGT/10 and DEATH returned. "bugger" hissed DEATH to FRGT/10 pointing to the gammon steaks - "we've missed the feckin party". Now it was time to deploy an eye-wateringly large, flourescent-pink map of Quebec. Because everybody knows that Canada is inflatable, it's obviopusly a target for those that want to blow things up. After much goading and persuasion by Mile, Bin Laden was spotted trying to blow up the QEII, but he burnt his lip on the funnel and had to quit.

    A month and a half passed without incident. Suddenly, a bloodcurdling scream was heard from the general direction of the river Acheron, out from the depths rose Vicente Fox and Cornishpasty clutching rather a large
  • edited October 2007
    It was proving to be a normal, boring morning at the FBI HQ, until Terence, the effeminate post boy and Mulder were caught trying to look up Scully's skirt. It was like a welly top up there, better off shagging a can of worms though Mulder, A case of to find the inside leg measurement, you'd take a yardstick, push it up the leg as far as it would go. Deduct the wet from the dry and add 6" for the turn-ups. Mulder put Terence down and went over to his desk, where he found a white dog shit...his next case of industrial strength vodka (capable of rendering a normal human completely unconscious with a tiny drop) was missing.

    Lord Lucan appeared from behind a filing cabinet, clutching a copy of Mire Mare. This was stolen from between the gap in Vanessa Paradis' teeth, along with the only known silver Trans Am tape stolen from Martijn V D Heide of WoS fame. FRGT/10 appeared with a keytar and smashed it down on Lucan's head. "Bugger" hissed DEATH under his breath. With Lucan being incapacitated, it was now the job of Screaming Lord Sutch, to take his place from beyond the grave. "We're never going to find that secret formula now Scully" said Mulder, "Lord Such is just too mad" he wibbled incoherently, while pulling out a Chicken Tikka Bhuna. But to Scully's horror, what Mulder removed was infact a circa 1991 Billy Ray Sirus mullet wig.

    "It's ok for you lot" Wailed DEATH, "You lot get to have all the fun - I have to take Lucan's soul to Charon now - Come FRGT/10, come do your apprentice type work, and don't forget the coin this time, you know how Charon moans and bitches if he ain't paid".....

    The Martians watched all of this with undisguised glee, when suddenly, the lid fell off. This means that solid undeniable scientific proof of gammon steaks being used as party hats is not really very clever since the gravey gets in your eyes.

    At this point, FRGT/10 and DEATH returned. "bugger" hissed DEATH to FRGT/10 pointing to the gammon steaks - "we've missed the feckin party". Now it was time to deploy an eye-wateringly large, flourescent-pink map of Quebec. Because everybody knows that Canada is inflatable, it's obviopusly a target for those that want to blow things up. After much goading and persuasion by Mile, Bin Laden was spotted trying to blow up the QEII, but he burnt his lip on the funnel and had to quit.

    A month and a half passed without incident. Suddenly, a bloodcurdling scream was heard from the general direction of the river Acheron, out from the depths rose Vicente Fox and Cornishpasty clutching rather a large mouldy bagel
  • edited October 2007
    It was proving to be a normal, boring morning at the FBI HQ, until Terence, the effeminate post boy and Mulder were caught trying to look up Scully's skirt. It was like a welly top up there, better off shagging a can of worms though Mulder, A case of to find the inside leg measurement, you'd take a yardstick, push it up the leg as far as it would go. Deduct the wet from the dry and add 6" for the turn-ups. Mulder put Terence down and went over to his desk, where he found a white dog shit...his next case of industrial strength vodka (capable of rendering a normal human completely unconscious with a tiny drop) was missing.

    Lord Lucan appeared from behind a filing cabinet, clutching a copy of Mire Mare. This was stolen from between the gap in Vanessa Paradis' teeth, along with the only known silver Trans Am tape stolen from Martijn V D Heide of WoS fame. FRGT/10 appeared with a keytar and smashed it down on Lucan's head. "Bugger" hissed DEATH under his breath. With Lucan being incapacitated, it was now the job of Screaming Lord Sutch, to take his place from beyond the grave. "We're never going to find that secret formula now Scully" said Mulder, "Lord Such is just too mad" he wibbled incoherently, while pulling out a Chicken Tikka Bhuna. But to Scully's horror, what Mulder removed was infact a circa 1991 Billy Ray Sirus mullet wig.

    "It's ok for you lot" Wailed DEATH, "You lot get to have all the fun - I have to take Lucan's soul to Charon now - Come FRGT/10, come do your apprentice type work, and don't forget the coin this time, you know how Charon moans and bitches if he ain't paid".....

    The Martians watched all of this with undisguised glee, when suddenly, the lid fell off. This means that solid undeniable scientific proof of gammon steaks being used as party hats is not really very clever since the gravey gets in your eyes.

    At this point, FRGT/10 and DEATH returned. "bugger" hissed DEATH to FRGT/10 pointing to the gammon steaks - "we've missed the feckin party". Now it was time to deploy an eye-wateringly large, flourescent-pink map of Quebec. Because everybody knows that Canada is inflatable, it's obviopusly a target for those that want to blow things up. After much goading and persuasion by Mile, Bin Laden was spotted trying to blow up the QEII, but he burnt his lip on the funnel and had to quit.

    A month and a half passed without incident. Suddenly, a bloodcurdling scream was heard from the general direction of the river Acheron, out from the depths rose Vicente Fox and Cornishpasty clutching rather a large mouldy bagel and his tinfoil hat.
    Every night is curry night!
  • edited October 2007
    It was proving to be a normal, boring morning at the FBI HQ, until Terence, the effeminate post boy and Mulder were caught trying to look up Scully's skirt. It was like a welly top up there, better off shagging a can of worms though Mulder, A case of to find the inside leg measurement, you'd take a yardstick, push it up the leg as far as it would go. Deduct the wet from the dry and add 6" for the turn-ups. Mulder put Terence down and went over to his desk, where he found a white dog shit...his next case of industrial strength vodka (capable of rendering a normal human completely unconscious with a tiny drop) was missing.

    Lord Lucan appeared from behind a filing cabinet, clutching a copy of Mire Mare. This was stolen from between the gap in Vanessa Paradis' teeth, along with the only known silver Trans Am tape stolen from Martijn V D Heide of WoS fame. FRGT/10 appeared with a keytar and smashed it down on Lucan's head. "Bugger" hissed DEATH under his breath. With Lucan being incapacitated, it was now the job of Screaming Lord Sutch, to take his place from beyond the grave. "We're never going to find that secret formula now Scully" said Mulder, "Lord Such is just too mad" he wibbled incoherently, while pulling out a Chicken Tikka Bhuna. But to Scully's horror, what Mulder removed was infact a circa 1991 Billy Ray Sirus mullet wig.

    "It's ok for you lot" Wailed DEATH, "You lot get to have all the fun - I have to take Lucan's soul to Charon now - Come FRGT/10, come do your apprentice type work, and don't forget the coin this time, you know how Charon moans and bitches if he ain't paid".....

    The Martians watched all of this with undisguised glee, when suddenly, the lid fell off. This means that solid undeniable scientific proof of gammon steaks being used as party hats is not really very clever since the gravey gets in your eyes.

    At this point, FRGT/10 and DEATH returned. "bugger" hissed DEATH to FRGT/10 pointing to the gammon steaks - "we've missed the feckin party". Now it was time to deploy an eye-wateringly large, flourescent-pink map of Quebec. Because everybody knows that Canada is inflatable, it's obviopusly a target for those that want to blow things up. After much goading and persuasion by Mile, Bin Laden was spotted trying to blow up the QEII, but he burnt his lip on the funnel and had to quit.

    A month and a half passed without incident. Suddenly, a bloodcurdling scream was heard from the general direction of the river Acheron, out from the depths rose Vicente Fox and Cornishpasty clutching rather a large mouldy bagel and his tinfoil hat. Cornish held out the 10 Amero note and
  • edited October 2007
    It was proving to be a normal, boring morning at the FBI HQ, until Terence, the effeminate post boy and Mulder were caught trying to look up Scully's skirt. It was like a welly top up there, better off shagging a can of worms though Mulder, A case of to find the inside leg measurement, you'd take a yardstick, push it up the leg as far as it would go. Deduct the wet from the dry and add 6" for the turn-ups. Mulder put Terence down and went over to his desk, where he found a white dog shit...his next case of industrial strength vodka (capable of rendering a normal human completely unconscious with a tiny drop) was missing.

    Lord Lucan appeared from behind a filing cabinet, clutching a copy of Mire Mare. This was stolen from between the gap in Vanessa Paradis' teeth, along with the only known silver Trans Am tape stolen from Martijn V D Heide of WoS fame. FRGT/10 appeared with a keytar and smashed it down on Lucan's head. "Bugger" hissed DEATH under his breath. With Lucan being incapacitated, it was now the job of Screaming Lord Sutch, to take his place from beyond the grave. "We're never going to find that secret formula now Scully" said Mulder, "Lord Such is just too mad" he wibbled incoherently, while pulling out a Chicken Tikka Bhuna. But to Scully's horror, what Mulder removed was infact a circa 1991 Billy Ray Sirus mullet wig.

    "It's ok for you lot" Wailed DEATH, "You lot get to have all the fun - I have to take Lucan's soul to Charon now - Come FRGT/10, come do your apprentice type work, and don't forget the coin this time, you know how Charon moans and bitches if he ain't paid".....

    The Martians watched all of this with undisguised glee, when suddenly, the lid fell off. This means that solid undeniable scientific proof of gammon steaks being used as party hats is not really very clever since the gravey gets in your eyes.

    At this point, FRGT/10 and DEATH returned. "bugger" hissed DEATH to FRGT/10 pointing to the gammon steaks - "we've missed the feckin party". Now it was time to deploy an eye-wateringly large, flourescent-pink map of Quebec. Because everybody knows that Canada is inflatable, it's obviopusly a target for those that want to blow things up. After much goading and persuasion by Mile, Bin Laden was spotted trying to blow up the QEII, but he burnt his lip on the funnel and had to quit.

    A month and a half passed without incident. Suddenly, a bloodcurdling scream was heard from the general direction of the river Acheron, out from the depths rose Vicente Fox and Cornishpasty clutching rather a large mouldy bagel and his tinfoil hat. Cornish held out the 10 Amero note and joined the SMP. 'Bugger,' hissed Death, but Mel got there first.
  • edited October 2007
    It was proving to be a normal, boring morning at the FBI HQ, until Terence, the effeminate post boy and Mulder were caught trying to look up Scully's skirt. It was like a welly top up there, better off shagging a can of worms though Mulder, A case of to find the inside leg measurement, you'd take a yardstick, push it up the leg as far as it would go. Deduct the wet from the dry and add 6" for the turn-ups. Mulder put Terence down and went over to his desk, where he found a white dog shit...his next case of industrial strength vodka (capable of rendering a normal human completely unconscious with a tiny drop) was missing.

    Lord Lucan appeared from behind a filing cabinet, clutching a copy of Mire Mare. This was stolen from between the gap in Vanessa Paradis' teeth, along with the only known silver Trans Am tape stolen from Martijn V D Heide of WoS fame. FRGT/10 appeared with a keytar and smashed it down on Lucan's head. "Bugger" hissed DEATH under his breath. With Lucan being incapacitated, it was now the job of Screaming Lord Sutch, to take his place from beyond the grave. "We're never going to find that secret formula now Scully" said Mulder, "Lord Such is just too mad" he wibbled incoherently, while pulling out a Chicken Tikka Bhuna. But to Scully's horror, what Mulder removed was infact a circa 1991 Billy Ray Sirus mullet wig.

    "It's ok for you lot" Wailed DEATH, "You lot get to have all the fun - I have to take Lucan's soul to Charon now - Come FRGT/10, come do your apprentice type work, and don't forget the coin this time, you know how Charon moans and bitches if he ain't paid".....

    The Martians watched all of this with undisguised glee, when suddenly, the lid fell off. This means that solid undeniable scientific proof of gammon steaks being used as party hats is not really very clever since the gravey gets in your eyes.

    At this point, FRGT/10 and DEATH returned. "bugger" hissed DEATH to FRGT/10 pointing to the gammon steaks - "we've missed the feckin party". Now it was time to deploy an eye-wateringly large, flourescent-pink map of Quebec. Because everybody knows that Canada is inflatable, it's obviopusly a target for those that want to blow things up. After much goading and persuasion by Mile, Bin Laden was spotted trying to blow up the QEII, but he burnt his lip on the funnel and had to quit.

    A month and a half passed without incident. Suddenly, a bloodcurdling scream was heard from the general direction of the river Acheron, out from the depths rose Vicente Fox and Cornishpasty clutching rather a large mouldy bagel and his tinfoil hat. Cornish held out the 10 Amero note and joined the SMP. 'Bugger,' hissed Death, but Mel got there first. "There young apprentice" hissed DEATH to FRGT/10, "See what happens when you don't pay Charon in advance? Let that be a lesson to you" mocked DEATH as Cornish was wiping his now very sore arse.
    Oh bugger!<br>
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