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'Hazel Findlay - What was she Thinking?' |
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15-Jun-2015 6:07:32 PM
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This thread has nothing to do with me. I'm posting this on behalf of Andy Pollitt...
'Hazel Findlay - What was she Thinking?'
Anyone's suggestions for filling the thought bubble most anticipated.
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15-Jun-2015 7:06:53 PM
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H - "Oh Andy, thanks so much for rescuing me from that horrible boy who couldn't stop talking about the Natimuk Rams. I thought I was going to have to get Father to see him off the premises, but now you're here you'll protect me....... "
A - "Stick with me Darls, you'll be wearing diamonds"
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15-Jun-2015 11:19:34 PM
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On 15/06/2015 MisterGribble wrote:
>H - "Oh Andy, thanks so much for rescuing me from that horrible boy who couldn't stop talking about the Natimuk Rams...
I was only trying to recruit her to play in our midfield. The Rams need a nuggety little onballer.
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16-Jun-2015 8:40:44 AM
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Hazel - I wonder if Alex would look good in that colour?
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16-Jun-2015 9:18:15 AM
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H : "Can I get away before he tells me that he put up Knockin On Heavens Door?"
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16-Jun-2015 9:39:56 AM
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Disappointed that this thread isn't about Hazel making a fashion faux pas.
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16-Jun-2015 11:33:31 AM
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On 15/06/2015 simey wrote:
>I was only trying to recruit her to play in our midfield. The Rams need a nuggety little onballer.
p; bout time you brought the morning tea out girl.
h; ooh whats its gots in its pockets ?
tea mr pollit? you gotta get with the times an have a powapoint prensentation, no wonder your audience, like the rams, didnt get it.
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16-Jun-2015 6:27:13 PM
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I think it goes like this....
H. Hey Andy, how about it?
A. Umm no. I'm having a rest day.
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17-Jun-2015 12:29:25 PM
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On 15/06/2015 simey wrote:
>This thread has nothing to do with me.
Ok, that's good, as we don't want to incriminate anyone.
This is a great game you have started, as I noticed that The Good Dr posted a pic on another thread with a lead climber who looks suspiciously like 'that horrible boy who couldn't stop talking about the Natimuk Rams' ...
Here it is, cross-posted for our pleasure.
... So I ask the learned readership; is the belayer saying to the leader "Aww dude, couldn't you wait till topout"?
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17-Jun-2015 1:13:33 PM
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"Do you need some thinner tape for that ?"
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17-Jun-2015 1:24:12 PM
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"How many times have I told you? ... That does not work like liquid chalk."
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17-Jun-2015 1:42:49 PM
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On 17/06/2015 Snacks wrote:
>"How many times have I told you? ... That does not work like liquid chalk."
Might if you're diabetic
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18-Jun-2015 12:29:30 PM
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I assumed the leader was checking Chockie on his phone.
'Hang on, somebody just posted a link to a fascinating photo essay'
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18-Jun-2015 2:01:26 PM
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On 18/06/2015 jezza wrote:
>I assumed the leader was checking Chockie on his phone.
>'Hang on, somebody just posted a link to a fascinating photo essay'
I'm afraid the Buffalo pic has nothing to do with me. And I am a bit confused as to why it is here.
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18-Jun-2015 2:47:57 PM
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On 18/06/2015 simey wrote:
>I'm afraid the Buffalo pic has nothing to do with me. Nor am I sure what it has to do with the original post.
Ok, that's good, as we don't want to incriminate anyone.
If you want to keep your thread alive you will need to post up more Hazel Findlay thought-bubble pics for comment, though I am sure you are aware that it won't guarantee thread hijack...
>And I am a bit confused as to why it is here.
... no matter how nebulous any links in replies to your thread?
Hehx3
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18-Jun-2015 3:44:03 PM
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This in the bubble above Hazel -
'What foul wind blows o'er those red rocks
And blasts these souls with shivering shocks?
These wretched folk with crooked faces
Stunted hearts, bereft of social graces
Was it the wind that made them so?
This squatted wench, this tall shadow?
Bold heroes of a time long past
Now home'd in this sweet hamlet fast.
Or could it be this wretched lot
Themselves infected this fair spot?
Unsightly form, psychology
Forced them to leave society.
Trailing bitterness were ere they went
They settled here, this social experiment.
A failed experiment as best it goes -
From their mouths the foul wind blows.....'
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