Got to go myself. *yawn* Time for Bedfordshire! ( 
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Me too. My kids are pestering me about playing Legos with them. My youngest son's night owl habits are spreading to his siblings. Have a lovely evening gents. Talk to you all soon.
You too.
Quote: Linda La Hughes @ July 31 2009, 4:44 AM BSTClever man.
Not sad. There is plenty to look at for a laugh. Maybe not this forum, but other places.
Looking at this post. I should point out, my tongue was firmly planted in cheek. Not to be taken seriously.
I should really remember those smilies, more often. 
LAST MAN STANDING!!!
Does anyone want to be my friend? 
Holy crap - it's August 1st in a few minutes? That's my father's birthday and I would have forgotten it.
::Reminds self to call Dad in the morning::
3:45 in the morning. Why am I awake?
*taps Tim's GMT watch*
Is there something on your mind? Maybe you're gay?
Quote: Leevil @ August 1 2009, 9:55 AM BSTIs there something on your mind? Maybe you're gay?
As I've said in the past, my brother got all the gay genes in my family.
Quick, someone find that photo of the guy in the Daisy Dukes.
*walks in, flips on the lights*
*goes to straighten the tablecloth*
Who the f**k put all this gum under here!
*goes to find a scraper*
Quote: DaButt @ August 1 2009, 5:20 AM BSTLAST MAN STANDING!!!
Does anyone want to be my friend?
Holy crap - it's August 1st in a few minutes? That's my father's birthday and I would have forgotten it.
::Reminds self to call Dad in the morning::
Happy Birthday DaButt's Dad, mine is 1st August too. Darn, it's over. 
Happy belated, Loopy!
Quote: AndreaLynne @ August 2 2009, 2:02 AM BSTHappy belated, Loopy!
Thank you. 
Quote: AndreaLynne @ August 2 2009, 1:46 AM BST*walks in, flips on the lights*
*goes to straighten the tablecloth*Who the f**k put all this gum under here!
*goes to find a scraper*
Bit bright in here.
*dims lights, puts some Doors on.
Perfect, but it's gotta be old Doors, not fat Jim Morrison doors.
Hot chocolate anyone? I think it's in this cupboard... What's this? Who put all these departed BCG'ers in here? 