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They should pull you over at the time, but bear in mind that if a letter does not arrive within 14 working days of the alleged offence, you're clear!

Ladies are known as 'sprinkles' on here. They keep all us guys in line..... We certainly do Welcome Amy

well you'll have lots of sleepless nights to advance on Modern Warfare. Any chance little one might be late and get the first on the 1st Jan prize?

The think your idea of three the same would be cool, then you can go for quirky and it looks fun! You could get three beetles with full Herbie markings on...or even the minis from Italian Job! Mind you though, she'd have to NOT be wearing a large skirt on her dress! http://www.manchesterweddingcars.co.uk/showroom.html The Landaulette on here is very nice though... almost needs a couple of geezers with tommy guns and spats!!

Then the overwhelming itch that Fido had tolerated finally became too much. He woke up and stretched. The burning stench was his fur. He'd got too close to the fire and had been dreaming of christmas treats again...

Beemer 7 series. IR HU display, all around cameras. Very very comfy, especially when pi**ed (seats do actually keep you upright surprisingly) and you don't need to bend double to get from the seat to the door, so you won't tread on the dress.

Santa grinned "Well that's my Christmas sorted out!!" and wandered outside to see where the 'boy' had gone...

whatever you choose, don't forget that she may (and of course you won't know until the day) have a dress on with a large skirt/ train/some sort of hoop, so be careful about giving her enough room to get out of it elegantly!!

"I quite enjoy wearing this kettle " Jemima said watching the blond being followed into the bedroom by a drooling Bobby "Bet she's got Mixy" she sniffed. "Never mind" soothed Cyril, "we can still make the matinee, and they have a BOGOF offer on, as its a Wednesday" "That's the cinema!!" snorted Jemima "You're such an idiot sometimes!!" A scream from the bedroom rang out through the house and Bobby ran out through the front door in a state of some distress "What is going on?" asked Santa, stroking his fur bunny outfit a little too closely "I'll find out" breathed Jemima, clanking as she went up the stairs to the blond.

went with him to pick it up this mornin and cleaned it for him this afternoon, lol few pics as promised Very, very nice....

Tart!! lol

I'm still a Jamie Affro fan.... But very pleased to see Olly through and Ricky Whittle through too!! Even more pleased that I can record both of them and watch what I want. Robbie Williams' performance started off as a bit car crash...

Bobby came out of the shower wearing a t shirt which belonged to Cyril. It was very tight and the blond watched his fluid torso rippling under the fabric and dribbled a little. Jemima stopped mid sentence too " Easy tiger" moaned Cyril, looking at Jemima's open mouth'd gaze "You'll look like a kettle in a minute if you steam up any more!" Santa Claus seemed very quiet and started scratching his beard. Which moved. The blond burbled "Loook! It's a false beard!" Santa realised that one of the hooks had come away from his ears and the beard was about to fall off. "It was too bloody itchy anyway" He stormed, ripping the beard from his face and pulling his hood down "I've had enough of this outfit" Santa ripped open his cloak to the gasp of all assembled...

I waited three weeks for my oem bumper to arrive at the body shop, so prepare for a wait unless you go somewhere else!!

Why are you trying to do this outside the insurance? I was hit up the rear earlier on this year. The other party was clearly at fault. I rang my insurance company who arranged everything, including coming to collect my car, issue me with an SLK as a hire car, then fix new bumper, paint matched (very important) and delivered back to me totally valeted. They were also around to deal with a few small problems post the bump. Why bother???

I've been told that I'm efficient, but never biological!! lol

A Christmas Story for people having a bad day: When four of Santa's elves got sick, the trainee elves did not produce toys as fast as the regular ones, and Santa began to feel the Pre-Christmas pressure. Then Mrs Claus told Santa her Mother was coming to visit, which stressed Santa even more. When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two others had jumped the fence and were out, Heaven knows where. Then when he began to load the sleigh, one of the floorboards cracked, the toy bag fell to the ground and all the toys were scattered. Frustrated, Santa went in the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered the elves had drank all the cider and hidden the liquor. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider jug, and it broke into hundreds of little glass pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found the mice had eaten all the straw off the end of the broom. Just then the doorbell rang, and irritated Santa marched to the door, yanked it open, and there stood a little angel with a great big Christmas tree. The angel said very cheerfully, 'Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn't this a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to stick it?' And so began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree.

Bobby was towelling himself down when Jemima entered the bathroom "There's a woman at the door asking if Bobby is here because she thinks S'wellin shot JR. I've told her you'll be out in a minute?" Jemima took the opportunity to gaze at Bobby "Nice tats" she grinned, exiting the bathroom as Bobby blushed "Look. Will someone tell me WHAT is going on?" Cyril flushed, angry that his attempts to exhort some truth were being misled. There was another knock at the door and Joey T took the opportunity to answer it, returning with Santa Claus and a rather fit young blond. Jemima looked at the assembled throng and decided it was time to put the kettle on.

" No I don't want to go to the panto Jem" moaned Cyril, obviously feeling as though everyone knew something that he didn't "I would like an explanation please Joey " and Cyril sat down in the chair looking as mean as he could, which is difficult to achieve with your flies partially undone "Look mate" started Joey T " You've got it all wrong, and do pull your self together?" he ended, pointing at Cyril's nether regions. "eh? wah? oh!" said Cyril, hastily correcting himself. This successfully diffused the situation, and before Cyril could gather his thoughts to start again with his round of questioning, the chimney coughed soot again. A huge plume sallied forth, all over Cyril and the chair that he was sitting in. They heard coughing as the dust settled...

Has anyone met her yet? Are you talking about moi??

"Crinkle crisps " he exclaimed. "They are baked" cooed Jemima as she wiped the traces of extra hot salsa from the sides of her mouth."Want one?" She asked, pushing the tube towards Joey T Joey T thought better of it, as one of Jemima's acrylic nails seemed to be missing and this was not the time to discover it. It brought back memories of the time when he shared a champagne bath with his previous girlfriend, and upon putting the champagne back into the bottles after they'd finished (tight git), realised there was still half a pint in the bath...

Cyril certainly didn't share that view, and although the first thought that came into his head was to Christmas he changed his mind when he realised that there was something stuck up the chimney!!

well the ones on the left I do the hoovering in, and the ones on the right I watch telly with..

ok folks, sharpen those pencils. Rules are...read the post above, add your line without quoting, so a casual observer will marvel at the true nature of our intellect, as they enjoy a cracking good read. There is no plot Nothing rude please. I don't want to get blocked! Here we go... Jemima and Cyril sat by the fire. 'twas the night before Christmas and the fire had gone out. There was no firewood ready and their Great Aunt - who they were staying with, had forgotten to order enough. It was bad enough having a manky old chicken to eat for Christmas let alone no presents, and now no fire! Jemima was cold. "Why us Cyril?" she moaned, standing up to kick the fireplace "it's not been the same since Dad remarried. Why do we have to be here? Why can't we go back home!" "You know why very well" whispered Cyril, looking down at his feet as he sat by the edge of the grate "SHE doesn't want us there and Daddy can't see it. I wish Mummy was still alive" and with that a huge bloom of ash and smoke fell from the chimney, all over Cyril!!

I would recommend the following: 1. dig a pit near your beloved veehicuule.. fairly deep mind. 2. Get some sticks, sharpen them, then in true south American rainforest style, smear them with something 'orrible. 3. Insert said sticks bad end up. 4. Cover top of hole with twigs and leaves, arrange your beloved so that the replacement caps are too much temptation. 5. Set up a remote camera and send us the results!!