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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2016 7:04:57 GMT
WOT THE F AAAA AAAA g
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Post by peterboat on May 9, 2016 8:36:45 GMT
"Well John he helped himself to the lot I had nothing to do with it" Peter was explaining to John. "What about the punt? where have you sent it? I know its got two control centers cos I could see the wiring and it all looks protected" John smiled and said "Yanks to Yank land lets hope they remember to bring beer back!" Taff in the meantime was trying to drink the cut dry and was looking at the green cloud that kept exploding from his arse
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Post by PaulG2 on May 9, 2016 15:15:41 GMT
Coming out of a blue bud induced stupor, Paul looked around in disbelief - he was in the parking lot of a 7-11, and the Thunderpunt was disguised to look like a Winnebago. On the side of the Winnebago was a big sign that read "Bring back a tonne of beer!" Not quite sure how he fit into the whole time/space continuum at the moment, he decided to just go with the flow. If only he knew wtf a tonne is. One can or two? Or maybe they just wanted as much as could be bought with the visa card he found in his pocket.
"Awful nice of this Peter chap to buy beer for everyone." he thought, "I wonder what the limit is on this visa card?" As luck would have it, Thunderpunt was quite loaded with beer, Cajun fluffy bunny bits and assorted other munchies by the time the card was maxed out. Paul and the rest of the crew gathered in Thunderpunt's bomb shelter to partake of the bong and the munchies.
Suddenly there was a lurch. "Blood 'ell!", someone muttered. "Is that what an earthquake is like?" Paul smiled. He'd known a lot of earthquakes, and that was no earthquake.
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Post by JohnV on May 9, 2016 15:25:13 GMT
As the bomb shelters door swung open there was a shriek from the back "It's a raid !" but then John and Phil appeared peering into the smoke filled interior. "Wotcha" called John "Whadya think of the new automatic get you home app ?" "did you get plenty of beer and nibbles" asked Phil.
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Post by PaulG2 on May 9, 2016 15:38:37 GMT
Still in a bit of a daze, Paul offered up what remained of the Krispy Kreme donuts, and a few bottles of ice-cold Michelob.
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Post by phil70 on May 17, 2016 22:51:22 GMT
Paul looked up and winced as he was confronted by a pair of pale knobbly knees protruding from a pair of flappy shorts Phil stood with a inane grin on his face. " Well John, see I told you the homing device would work OK" John nodded wisely while reaching for his flagon of Gruntfuttocks Finest.
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Post by peterboat on May 18, 2016 21:40:58 GMT
Peter asked Paul for the visa card back he had nicked it from the coate faere whilst Taff had done one of his green farts! He wanted to replace it whilst Taff could still produce the green stinkers.
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Post by PaulG2 on May 19, 2016 1:53:52 GMT
Paul handed the visa card to Peter, wondering if he should mention that he'd maxed it out buying Michelob beer and ganja.
"Krispy Kreme donuts anyone?" he said, looking at Phil. He knew he would need an ally when the fact of the maxed-out visa surfaced, and he'd heard rumors that Phil quite liked a donut or two along with his flagon of Gruntfuttocks Finest. In any event, he found both Phil and Peter to be friendly chaps, even to refugees, so he was quite happy to bring back the donuts especially for Phil and the Michelob for Peter.
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Post by PaulG2 on May 23, 2016 1:19:44 GMT
Paul tried to look around, but the green mist burned his eyes and blurred his vision. Where had everyone disappeared to, he pondered.
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Post by JohnV on May 23, 2016 8:03:55 GMT
Johns sweaty face popped up through a part open hatch "What Ho! Paul" he called "I think everyone is busy fettling at the moment, I'm rushing to get the last bits of kit onboard the mini yoghurt pot punt, and Phil has been painting the roof so I think he is somewhere private scraping all the paint from himself" John paused for a moment to review his grammar, he'd just remembered Paul's previous occupation and memories of rapped knuckles rushed to his head. "Oh shit" he thought "I put a comma before and I'm sure I shouldna'" ........ "Oh double shit, I didn't put a comma between and and I" .......... "Oh treble shit......" the hatch closed with a bang.
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Post by peterboat on May 23, 2016 8:08:54 GMT
"It seemed that everybody is just toooooooooo busy now days Taff look at us all day working on Joyce then 3 hours at night painting tother boat!! Still best get on with tiling Taff have you cut that last one to shape? and if not why not!"
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Post by phil70 on May 23, 2016 20:17:07 GMT
The stench of white spirit was overwhelming, even the green Taff fug failed to make a dent in it. Phil was gritting his teeth in a clenched buttocks sort of grimace. Phil from the front resembled a Smurf, he had been busy painting the Thunder Punt and found a drawback in using a roller in as much as if you roller too vigorously the paint WILL spray off at high velocity, coating whatever is in the way, namely Phil. Unfortunately for Phil the paint was particularly quick drying with dire consequences for Phil " Huh if all this scrubbing doesn't work there will only be one option left, I wonder where I can get hold of some industrial strength Nitromors? and how the hell can I get blue paint of me bits, not my fault I needed a pee and forgot about my hands being covered in blooming blue paint, Mrs Phil will be very reluctant to er uhm engage with me with a Tory Willy" Phil did toy with the rather radical idea of using a blowlamp but that was a tad too extreme even for Phil so he decided to just wait till it eventually wore off Phil
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Post by PaulG2 on May 24, 2016 4:26:23 GMT
Paul peered from under the bridge and was immediately set upon by a barrage of commas. Suddenly he heard a loud clang, as if someone had slammed closed a hatch, and the commas immediately subsided.
Paul was about to go mingle when he noticed Phil showing everyone his blue willy. Unsure about if blue willy might be contagious, Paul crept away, back under the bridge.
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Post by phil70 on May 24, 2016 13:27:14 GMT
Phil having done the rounds of his rather personal show and tell stopped to have a count up and realised that he had somehow missed Paul out. Not wishing to be accused of favouritism Phil decided to seek Paul out and give him the benefit of sharing in the rare treat of checking out his "blue member" Phil toddled off in the direction of Paul's bridge to see if he was home. Paul, being an astute sort of fellow was keeping an eye out for flappy shorts in the knowledge that Phil would be gagging to continue his show and tell session. Spotting Phil heading for the bridge Paul threw caution to the wind and legged t back to the unstable Bar
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Post by peterboat on May 24, 2016 13:59:31 GMT
"Well Taff if you continue being a bad lad you too can have a blue willie as well" Taff let off a green fart to show his thoughts on that idea! Mmmm thought Peter maybe old flappy is a smurf he thought he has the build shorts and hat and the blue bits as well, Peter thought that the coate faere would like to know this and perhaps it would get him out of past, present future crap! Yes Also it might be worth a pint or two as well, Peter scuttled off to the coate faere "please sir" Flappy is a Smurf" he practiced whilst running to tell......................
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