Sleb alert!

Discussion in 'The NAAFI Bar' started by bernoulli, May 7, 2011.

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  1. A couple of days ago, I saw Terrry, I mean Sir fcuking Terry Pratchett in Reeves in Salisbury. I can report that he'd bought the cheesy slice and had left his cock hanging out.
    Has anyone else been up close and personal to a much loved but Alzheimers stricken national literary treasure recently?
     
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  2. I sincerely hope a close relative or friend of your's never get alzheimers! You may develop a grown-up view very quickly!
     
  3. Sadly I prefer to frequent Gregs in the Old George Mall, obviously a lesser establishment which does not cater for the Wiltshire titled gentry.
     
  4. Fixed for you. You over-sensitive piss flap.
     
  5. And you can get them to sign cheques for you and have most of their 'fortune' away before the rest of the family has a clue what's happening.
     
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  6. Or perhaps he is saying that he doesn't want him to grow up because his posts are so funny and humorous! ;)
     
  7. Prefer Greggs myself!
     
  8. Did you ask who the woman was who brought Vimes "low"? Or whatever happened to Nobby's parents? Or if Vetinari is throwing one up Lady Margolotta? I need to know the answers to these questions before he forgets.
     
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  9. So after 5 years on this site you haven't spotted this:

    The NAAFI Bar

    Look some of the stuff in here is really quite nasty. If you are easily offended - DO NOT ENTER.
     
  10. Close relative? I'm pretty certain I've got it myself!
     
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  11. A close relative with Alzheimers? You know what? I might just have it myself!
     
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  12. Put down the cheese pasty and put your knob back in!
     
  13. Yeah, but you've forgotten about it already.
     
  14. at least you can hide your own easter eggs...
     
  15. I do believe that he was pondering that very question, as I can further report that his lordship was sporting a lob-on you could've done chin ups on. I was wearing hot, hot, hotpants due to the warm weather, and thrillingly, the Great Man brushed the tip against my port arrse cheek, leaving a little kiss of pre cum to dry in one of my cellulite dimples.