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Feb 11, 2008 22:32:34 GMT
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Randomly...... Arty attempt   Found in the garden, when last did you see one of these ?  My mate Mavericks Landy, for sale elsewhere.   Seen at Sainsburys in Greenwich today, I think the word is Pristine.   |
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Feb 11, 2008 22:57:43 GMT
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That F100 makes me want to do a Sex Wee.  |
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Feb 11, 2008 23:00:56 GMT
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F100tastic!!
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Feb 11, 2008 23:56:28 GMT
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Love the truck! Moggy and Landy looking good also.  |
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Seth
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P.U. is lovely! Nice to see a stocker for a change. Obviously a modded one would be better  |
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Follow your dreams or you might as well be a vegetable. |
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Fuzzy
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The army man reminds me of one I found when I was little. My brother and I had a treehouse in the middle of nowhere which we went to every week or so, one week we were greeted by no trees and a great pile of upturned earth complete with big pipes and stuff. As my brother did a radio broadcast down one of the huge pipes I was flicking through the pile 'o soil and discovered an army man. Quite large he was, with a hand missing but still a determined grin.
I named him "ACTO" (you had to shout his name) and he was my partner in crime for many months, undoubtedly to my mother's confusion as trendy toys off the telly gathered dust for a dismembered and filthy plastic war veteran.
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Last Edit: Feb 12, 2008 4:57:38 GMT by Fuzzy
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Feb 12, 2008 21:41:11 GMT
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;D ;D ;D ;D Reminds me of kids with clever Fisher Price toys in the house who end up having much more fun with an empty cereal box. The army man reminds me of one I found when I was little. My brother and I had a treehouse in the middle of nowhere which we went to every week or so, one week we were greeted by no trees and a great pile of upturned earth complete with big pipes and stuff. As my brother did a radio broadcast down one of the huge pipes I was flicking through the pile 'o soil and discovered an army man. Quite large he was, with a hand missing but still a determined grin. I named him "ACTO" (you had to shout his name) and he was my partner in crime for many months, undoubtedly to my mother's confusion as trendy toys off the telly gathered dust for a dismembered and filthy plastic war veteran. |
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