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unicyclistperiscopes
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"[V]ehicular cunnilingus": make sure that the car has been washed before you go down on it.

I had an ex (she cheated on me, so it had to end) get back in touch when I'd moved on to another girl who is now my wife.

Eleanor Frigme

Right…

I once put a classmate in the bin during a Latin lesson. They could sometimes be tedious, so you generally had to make your own fun.

I remember how excited I was when I first saw Lego Technic. You could actually build things that weren't just blocky. I was gobsmacked.

Yeah - I moved house four years ago, and my record player is still bubble-wrapped. It's a shame. I can just call anything from my phone/ipad and play it over wi-fi speakers, so I never bother with the vinyl any more.

In my first-year uni hall, Neighbours was required viewing. Any episode would see at least eighth of the 12 people from my floor huddled around the tiny TV set. I even introduced a German guy to it.

One to the two, two to the three
I'm saving the world, down with the Jaybees.

You are number six.

[slaps small bald man on his head; runs away, pursued by scantly-clad "lovelies"]

That 6N match broke my heart. I'm not good to be around when watching England play, as I get too tense. I was off the scale on Saturday.
The other two 6N matches were a little dull by comparison: Wales inexplicably stuttered against Italy, and Scotland were again ineffective against Ireland. I expect good things of

Beer - for when you're driving.

Congrats on the job.

There are a few of us oldies out here (I was 16 at the outset of '91)

She should have realised who it was when he asked directions to the local depository for deceased African-Americans.

[stands to strains of "Rule Britannia"; wipes tear from eye, ashamed that stiff upper lip has wobbled]

[Laughs exuberantly; grinds pepper from an extravagant height.]

I met Robert Englund in my local pub a couple of months back. He was cool - signed autographs, and wrote on one of the beams (it's a locals tradition in that pub). He seemed genuinely interested in meeting fans.

Like peekay, we used to have it at footie matches - Saturdays at The Dell in the 80s were Bovril at the game, fish & chips afterwards. Some people insisted on meat pies at the ground too, but I always saved my money.