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Cushca:
Put the phone down dumbass.
(Fri Jun 22, 2001 - 9:35:12 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
But the on-hold music: what a treat. I phone up and ask to be put on hold.
(Fri Jun 22, 2001 - 9:40:33 am)

Chewing Wax:
It is the best on-hold music. That's true. Hold on. There's a fax coming in.
(Fri Jun 22, 2001 - 9:49:24 am)

Chewing Wax:
Oooh. A little ghost.
(Fri Jun 22, 2001 - 9:58:44 am)

Cushca:
You love it.
(Fri Jun 22, 2001 - 9:59:53 am)

Cushca:
Tell me a story.
(Fri Jun 22, 2001 - 10:02:07 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
Oh my god. I shouldn’t have looked. Margret. Her husband. Witty, funny, lucid, husband. He has a mullet.

(Fri Jun 22, 2001 - 10:03:12 am)

Chewing Wax:
Not anymore. He's got short cropped artificially red hair.
(Fri Jun 22, 2001 - 10:04:08 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
Well, yes, that's what I thought. But is that the new hair? Or is the mullet new?
(Fri Jun 22, 2001 - 10:04:32 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
Plus there's new stuff on there. Because I watched that programme about intelligent sperm too.
(Fri Jun 22, 2001 - 10:04:49 am)

Chewing Wax:
I remember the mullet pictures from before. The red hair is new.
(Fri Jun 22, 2001 - 10:06:31 am)

Chewing Wax:
I love the ghost.
(Fri Jun 22, 2001 - 10:07:08 am)

Cushca:
He's nice with red hair. A bit puny looking for me though.
(Fri Jun 22, 2001 - 10:07:10 am)

Cushca:
I like 'em big. And slightly fat, rather worryingly.
(Fri Jun 22, 2001 - 10:10:25 am)

We're back!!:

(Fri Jun 22, 2001 - 10:13:29 am)

Chewing Wax:
How slightly?
(Fri Jun 22, 2001 - 10:19:21 am)

Cushca:
Well, not obese. Just a little bit paunchy.
(Fri Jun 22, 2001 - 10:37:32 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
Like fat Dane?
(Fri Jun 22, 2001 - 10:43:39 am)

Cushca:
Yes. LIke fat Dane. But a bit older.
(Fri Jun 22, 2001 - 10:49:58 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
Father Christmas?
(Fri Jun 22, 2001 - 10:58:20 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
Fine Thing has sent me an e-mail! Ho ho ho!
(Fri Jun 22, 2001 - 11:05:11 am)

Cushca:
Blimey. What did she say?
(Fri Jun 22, 2001 - 11:08:07 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
I don't want to open it. I saw her not long ago and she's disgusting. She's morphed. She's a slab of flesh. It's horrible. Like whale blubber. And greasy hair. Retch.
(Fri Jun 22, 2001 - 11:10:54 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
Any takers?
(Fri Jun 22, 2001 - 11:11:00 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
Oh my god! And I quote! "You probably dont recognise me as I am not the beauty(!) that left 2 years ago, but if we do see each other around, which is bound to happen, can we at least say hello. "
(Fri Jun 22, 2001 - 11:11:54 am)

Chewing Wax:
Was she a Fine Thing? What the hell happened to her?
(Fri Jun 22, 2001 - 11:15:04 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
Believe me, she was never fine. She believed that she was. Her and her bloater husband.
(Fri Jun 22, 2001 - 11:19:18 am)

Chewing Wax:
I see
(Fri Jun 22, 2001 - 11:19:52 am)

Heruka:
I think my make over was a failure.

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(Fri Jun 22, 2001 - 11:20:13 am)

Chewing Wax:
No no. Very nice.
(Fri Jun 22, 2001 - 11:22:06 am)

Heruka:
I feel very depressed today. I dunno why. I think maybe I'll drink myself into oblivian later on today. I haven't got seriously drunk in ages. On a completely different note. I have this off fascination with India. Mexico I can understand. Mexico is cool. But India?
(Fri Jun 22, 2001 - 11:28:28 am)

Heruka:
oDD
(Fri Jun 22, 2001 - 11:30:27 am)

Chewing Wax:
What you gonna drink? Tequila?
(Fri Jun 22, 2001 - 11:35:06 am)