Biffen

I have been sourcing parcels from Lebanon and Bucharest myself. Fine reputable men who are happy to part with Phoenician and Thracian clay pots and the like to help boost the economy back home. Most of their stuff is really old, so they are in need of an upgrade. The freaks in Armadale love it and I make nearly double what I pay so win-win. (After removing contents from said pots). The antiques game is a doddle. Iniquities is another story, one I have a talent for. Earl- you are clearly doing things the wrong way- Customs is best treated like homosexuality in the armed forces-don't ask-don't tell.

Wrong type?

Sertorious,The Offer and Gust of Wind. Good luck Red.

I only drink with interesting people. When they aren't available,I gravitate towards perverts.

Pity they missed the steward . Deserved a bullet for that alone.

Looks like a good looking ,blonde oompa loompa. He is not 4 foot 2 I hope.Somebody check that.

As long as everything ends happily.

I think we should delist him before we sign him up. That way we can pick him up in next years Rookie draft and inject him with steroids in the meantime. What have we got to lose?

Verbose pseudo intellectualism will get you everywhere. As an adjunct,or perhaps an addendum,what kind of man lives in a place called Hopping Dicks?

The numbers in the will have always been more important to DC than age. It's a gigolos creed.

How vile to number women as if they are a commodity. I personally use letters though I assume dedicated perverts like yourself and DC need a system that exceeds 26.

Like an honest Arabian named Asif. You would cellar the good stuff and pull out the bargain blend from Old Dees undrinkable pile. Then take the female to check out your new she shed, which I imagine to be like DCs man cave without the clutter of bearskins and Skulls,and other what-nots.

Lemon batter chicken and special fried rice?

And troll is a little harsh. More of an overweight ogre one would think.

You must be fairly shaken. By the blocking I mean.

Should you not be flagellating yourself right now for Ashura. As arguably the biggest Shi'ite on this forum I think it is incumbent upon you.

Who would believe the 3 favourites won the trifecta. All the bookies on telly said it would be different.

Hope to see him beat J.Howe to the free car, hopefully by standing on his head on QB.

Rules to live by?

Speaking of winning. The trifecta will be from 2,10,17 and 6 . Believe me,the punt has made me the man I am today.

More just a f*&ker!

New Zealanders masquerading as Australians to be removed ,visas cancelled. Sanity prevails. I expect our economy to improve immediately. Well done DIAC!!

Stupid look permanently on face.

Let me address the recent short term memory loss that Uncle Bitters has conveniently suffered in his past months bender. Firstly ,having met our unrepentant and irrepressible squire at a certain mens establishment in town for elevenses in the lobby, things were going well until I was hit up for the "Homeless naughty teenage girls fund" which at the time seemed a worthy cause.More of that later. In the lifts i began to regret my decision to meet the recalcitrant one ,as ever,when i noticed similar country types in the lift displaying the uncouth coarseness we expect of unsophisticated hayseeds in the big smoke.Not to be outdone in the bad manners and non-existent grooming stakes,The Squire decided to release enough methane to power a small town as the lift took us to the banquet room. After creating a scene and having our seats moved next to the bar,the squire,unhappy as ever with the vino,insisted on an upgrade of red,which our friendly barman agreed to,and pulled out the best Lindemans. We plonked our way through inedible food and nonsensical speeches and were asked to leave the banquet room as the Romsey squire was approaching the bargirls with offers of short term farm work,the kind mostly done on stud farms. As I managed to persuade the truculent host to adjourn to a more private area ,i recall Moonie pulling himself out of a demonstration that had gathered on Collins st to help me carry the Country Member back to his train stop. It was a day that did little for my social standing,and even less for charity.

How many cans left Dazzle?