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Post by catweasel on Oct 30, 2015 16:49:04 GMT
as i sit here broken hearted ive lost my bob our ways have parted like a faithful dog he followed me round until the boss put him in the ground now hes gone my hearts asunder hes beyond my reach six feet under yes hes gone hanged drawn and quartered and i only just got his avvy sorted i'll always remember those hang dog eyes his razor wit his way with guys we'll meet again in hell of that theres little doubt i will toast marshmallows he'll bitch about his gout i'll pray for bob hes into god theyre nekkid in hell lucky sod bob was everything to which i do aspire now hes down with lucifer hes probably on fire a superman was bob oaths cussed and sworn but at least i have the comfort of knowing hes nice and warm so bye bye bob old pal it really was a slice but youre just too antisocial we need someone nice
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Post by catweasel on Oct 30, 2015 16:50:09 GMT
fuck i crack myself up
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Post by catweasel on Oct 30, 2015 17:01:04 GMT
hes gone *sniffle*
this ones for you bob youll always be in my heart goodbye sweet prince goodbye
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Post by catweasel on Oct 30, 2015 17:02:16 GMT
i miss him already
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Post by catweasel on Oct 30, 2015 17:07:40 GMT
ahhhh well spose we'll just hose the place down spray a bit of deodorizer around and move on
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Post by rita on Oct 30, 2015 18:15:41 GMT
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Post by catweasel on Oct 30, 2015 20:49:50 GMT
time for one last Bob joke
t should explain a bit first in the states the word 'jones' is used to be wanting something real bad
once again it was generated by the drug culture to be jonesing is to be really wanting some cocaine or some more cocaine cos you always want another i think it came from the saying keeping up with the Jones's
i'll use it in a sentence "The boys were jonesing real bad so they all went over to Tyrones to do some rails"
there was a song in the 70's called Basketball Jones bout a kid in the off season waiting for basketball to start
anyway before i digress any further
im really missing Bob i think i have a BoB Jones
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Post by catweasel on Oct 30, 2015 20:52:12 GMT
eva since i was a little boy i been dribbling then my mother brought me a basketball
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Post by Nats on Oct 30, 2015 20:57:49 GMT
They fawn & sing his praises some are latched on to his ( every word he posts)
The jellyfish will not man up & post all his accusations towards posters.
Then again others will let him use their account for here for him to use, They just can't help themselves.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2015 20:58:25 GMT
At Weas.
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Post by missyaggravation on Oct 30, 2015 21:18:09 GMT
They fucking hate him But anyone who hates anyone you hate is useful.
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Post by Nats on Oct 30, 2015 21:30:47 GMT
They fucking hate him But anyone who hates anyone you hate is useful. On the upside it's keeping boards alive across the Interweb some good has come from it all.
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Post by rita on Oct 31, 2015 0:23:09 GMT
wheres my posts??
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Post by catweasel on Oct 31, 2015 0:46:56 GMT
which ones aunty? i moved the threads but didnt delete posts
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Post by Imbannedeverywhere on Nov 10, 2015 11:26:52 GMT
as i sit here broken hearted ive lost my bob our ways have parted like a faithful dog he followed me round until the boss put him in the ground now hes gone my hearts asunder hes beyond my reach six feet under yes hes gone hanged drawn and quartered and i only just got his avvy sorted i'll always remember those hang dog eyes his razor wit his way with guys we'll meet again in hell of that theres little doubt i will toast marshmallows he'll bitch about his gout i'll pray for bob hes into god theyre nekkid in hell lucky sod bob was everything to which i do aspire now hes down with lucifer hes probably on fire a superman was bob oaths cussed and sworn but at least i have the comfort of knowing hes nice and warm so bye bye bob old pal it really was a slice but youre just too antisocial we need someone nice I missed this.... beautiful words Mr Weasel
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