General Chat

Not allowed a norty step now, Mr M ..... so everyone can run riot.

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Two Steps From Hell - Waltz of The Willows. (Halloween). :-)

Like a bat out of hell (Meatloaf) ;-)

Step up to the plate.

Battle of the River Plate. :-0

Russian Steppes.

Gawd, I thought this was a sane zone - it's like a parallel universe elsewhere :-0 :-S

Come back Mr Magoogle, the peasants are revolting :-0

We're not that revolting surely? :-0

The Pheasant Plucking Song

Me husband is a keeper, he's a very busy man,
I try to understand him and I help him all I can,
But sometimes of an evening I feel a trifle dim,
All alone and plucking pheasants when I'd rather pluck with him.

I'm not the pheasant plucker,
I'm the pheasant plucker's mate
And I'm only plucking pheasants
Cos the pheasant plucker's late.

I'm not good at plucking pheasants, pheasant plucking I get stuck,
Though some peasants find it pleasant I'd much rather pluck a duck,
Oh, but plucking geese is gorgeous, I can pluck a goose with ease
But plucking pheasants is sheer torture, for they haven't any grease.

I'm not the pheasant plucker,
He has gone out on the tiles,
He only plucked one pheasant
And I'm sitting here with piles.

You have to pluck them fresh, if they're fresh it's not unpleasant,
I knew a man in Dunstable, could pluck a frozen pheasant.
They say the village constable has pheasant plucking sessions
With the vicar of a Sunday 'twixt the first and second lessons.

I'm not the pheasant plucker,
I'm the pheasant plucker's son,
And I'm only plucking pheasants
Till the pheasant plucker's come.

My good friend Godfrey's most adept, he's really got the knack,
He likes to have a pheasant plucked before he hits the sack.
I try and lend a helping hand, I gather up the feathers,
It's really all this pheasant plucking keeps us here together.

I'm not the pheasant plucker,
I'm the pheasant plucker's friend,
And I'm only plucking pheasants
As a means unto an end.

Me husband's in the woods all day, a-banging with his gun,
If he could hear me heartfelt cries, then surely he would run,
For I've fluff in all me crannies and there's feathers up me nose,
And I'm itchin' in the kitchin' from me head down to me toes.

I'm not the pheasant plucker,
I'm the pheasant plucker's wife,
And when we pluck together
It's a pheasant plucking life!

Just as well we not singing it out loud or else we'd all be RRd by you know who ;-) :-D

I prefer your one liners Dermot :-0 :-D

Well I aint sitting on it as its got a big dip in the middle worn out by some big lardy asses like a worn out old doorstep.

anyway I'm good,infact its been said,,,,,too good for my own use...…. ;-) :-D :-D

If that doesn't get RR'd Kay I'll know mine were personal :-|

"How dare you break wind before my wife" - said the host to the dinner guest.

"I'm sorry" replied the guest - "I didn't realise it was her turn".

Kay are you calling me a lard assesy I am SOOOOOO gunna tell ....


I have not got a clue whats going on can someone send me a PM :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D

Jeeez its years since I said that :-D :-D :-D


Thank you Island .....I refuse point blank to try and sit on that bean bag :-D

Puts some Arty F**** deckchairs for the fussy one :-0 :-D :-D

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that pink one is mine ;-)

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can someone PM me,,,,,,,,,my not seen that for years...….and NO don't be so pointy nosey,


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well Island havnt all asses got big wide lardy *enders...…. ;-)

l Well at least you didn't get
a 99 year Naughty step :-D :-D :-D

Oh dear dermot....testing that itchy finger aren't you :-D