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Mrs Dr GB:
Anybody want to come to the Mud Hut for lunch? Today's menu: Deep Fried Fish of the Day in Beer Batter with Lemon; BBQ & Honey Ribs with Texan Rice
(Fri Jan 25, 2002 - 6:50:58 am)
Cushca:
What makes it Texan?
(Fri Jan 25, 2002 - 7:39:40 am)
Myk Murphy:
Good morning, folks. An especially good friday, me thinks.
(Fri Jan 25, 2002 - 7:45:18 am)
Sleepy:
Hey you, Murphy. I'm not posh.
(Fri Jan 25, 2002 - 7:46:27 am)
Sleepy:
Git.
(Fri Jan 25, 2002 - 7:46:41 am)
Sleepy:
Good morning.
(Fri Jan 25, 2002 - 7:47:24 am)
Myk Murphy:
Somehow, i have my doubts about a bbq meal served in london. Any further north than the carolinas and things can get odd.
(Fri Jan 25, 2002 - 7:48:08 am)
Sleepy:
Ha.
(Fri Jan 25, 2002 - 7:48:17 am)
Mrs Dr GB:
Hello Sleepy. Someone please sing me a song. I have some shite by the So Solid Crew in my head. Help me, please.
(Fri Jan 25, 2002 - 7:48:30 am)
Sleepy:
Oh. Ha was for before.
(Fri Jan 25, 2002 - 7:48:37 am)
Myk Murphy:
Who called you posh? Certainly not i.
(Fri Jan 25, 2002 - 7:49:18 am)
Sleepy:
Bela said you did.
(Fri Jan 25, 2002 - 7:49:30 am)
Myk Murphy:
Bela lied. Can you really believe the words of a known tuba player?
(Fri Jan 25, 2002 - 7:51:45 am)
Sleepy:
I forgive you though.
(Fri Jan 25, 2002 - 7:51:50 am)
Myk Murphy:
Giggle.
(Fri Jan 25, 2002 - 7:51:57 am)
Sleepy:
That's all she could remember. You must have said it so many times.
(Fri Jan 25, 2002 - 7:53:19 am)
Myk Murphy:
Rumors. Innuendo. Baseless, all of it!
(Fri Jan 25, 2002 - 7:53:29 am)
Sleepy:
Ha. Again.
(Fri Jan 25, 2002 - 7:53:43 am)
Myk Murphy:
Yes, i believe my exact words were "posh posh poshy poshy posh" or something like that.
(Fri Jan 25, 2002 - 7:55:16 am)
Sleepy:
Right then, I'm off to my elocution lessons. Behaviour yourselves. Bye.
(Fri Jan 25, 2002 - 7:57:12 am)
Sleepy:
Behave. Even.
(Fri Jan 25, 2002 - 7:57:53 am)
Sleepy:
Good grief.
(Fri Jan 25, 2002 - 7:58:06 am)
Myk Murphy:
At least she did not share all the scandalous things i said about cushca!
(Fri Jan 25, 2002 - 7:59:10 am)
Myk Murphy:
See ya later, sleepy.
(Fri Jan 25, 2002 - 8:00:08 am)
Cushca:
What the hell did you say about me?
(Fri Jan 25, 2002 - 9:03:21 am)
Chewing Wax:
Good morning
(Fri Jan 25, 2002 - 9:06:27 am)
Old Woman:
slut
(Fri Jan 25, 2002 - 9:08:41 am)
Cushca:
Kiss it grandma.
(Fri Jan 25, 2002 - 9:11:36 am)
Old Woman:
fucking youth of today
(Fri Jan 25, 2002 - 9:13:01 am)
Chewing Wax:
Wait a tick. Did bela say something about wanting to get Cushca in a headlock and wrestle her to the ground? Did I read that or just dream it. I vote for that.
(Fri Jan 25, 2002 - 9:17:32 am)
Cushca:
She could try it. I'd kick her bony arse into the next state if she tried that on me. For sure.
(Fri Jan 25, 2002 - 9:18:41 am)
Chewing Wax:
I vote for that
(Fri Jan 25, 2002 - 9:18:59 am)
Cushca:
Thank you for reminding me. I knew there was something I was meant to be angry about.
(Fri Jan 25, 2002 - 9:19:00 am)