if you get a chance - and seeing that i have no idea where in the UK you reside, you might want to check out a survey show an LA friend of mine is having
Newcastle UK Jim Shaw "The Rinse Cycle"
They may have been made in LA, but I'll probably never get to see them. Dang it
Love to get up to nooCASS'l but I regret I'm at the wrong end of the country; it's a Miami to Boston type trek. They speak a different language up there close to the Arctic Circle. I used to venture that way in my youth, but that was so long ago that the place was still awash with coal mines and steel mills, and I could sit in smoky rooms full of old men downing Newkie Broon while their womenfolk sat in a separate room sipping sherry. These days, the place has been transformed into an artistic and cultural metropolis and I probably should make another trip up there before I die, but I've a feeling that it's a city for the young now, and travelling all that way to sit in the rain and watch young people enjoy themselves is an opportunity I shall probably let slip. Hey ho.
Ms.M. over here we get leathery and wrinkled from all the rain, like sitting in a bath too long. Fortunately our political parties are all symbolised by the rat, so the elephant is spared that ignominy.
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Who mentioned bums? ouch!
Hee hee.
This is why I always iron my boxer shorts.
maybe a little wrinkled....
if you get a chance - and seeing that i have no idea where in the UK you reside, you might want to check out a survey show an LA friend of mine is having
Newcastle UK Jim Shaw "The Rinse Cycle"
They may have been made in LA, but I'll probably never get to see them. Dang it
That's what happens when you spend too much time out in the sun -- leathery and wrinkled....
That said, I do like elephants. They are remarkable animals. It's a shame their image has been hijacked (and besmirched) by a political party.
Hi, PA!
Love to get up to nooCASS'l but I regret I'm at the wrong end of the country; it's a Miami to Boston type trek.
They speak a different language up there close to the Arctic Circle. I used to venture that way in my youth, but that was so long ago that the place was still awash with coal mines and steel mills, and I could sit in smoky rooms full of old men downing Newkie Broon while their womenfolk sat in a separate room sipping sherry.
These days, the place has been transformed into an artistic and cultural metropolis and I probably should make another trip up there before I die, but I've a feeling that it's a city for the young now, and travelling all that way to sit in the rain and watch young people enjoy themselves is an opportunity I shall probably let slip.
Hey ho.
Ms.M. over here we get leathery and wrinkled from all the rain, like sitting in a bath too long. Fortunately our political parties are all symbolised by the rat, so the elephant is spared that ignominy.
What a fantastic experience for Phil.
He's a lucky little git, Petrea.
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