I just want to get bacon track...nothing rasher than that.
Toulouse a sausage in favour of bacon. Andouille sat in Andy's Cafe, trapped between audaxers called frank whose boerewors rage around me. The very idea, whilst I've mettwurst they can still kiske off. Can't think of anything wors.
(Right. That's enough. Ed.)
Explains a lot. All I can drum up is a nozzle of rocket scientists from Mullard Space Science Labs/UCL. One is a keen cyclist, with a pencant for vintage bikes, and machines he rescues from the tip, but he's called....
....Dave.
they scare the living daylights out of me.......You guys crack me up.![]()
you know....just for a second..........MSSL.
Ack, the enemy! Phasers set to kill.![]()
MSSL.
Ack, the enemy! Phasers set to kill.![]()
if he ever comes along I'll be sure to introduce you.