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Ireland v Scotland party, posh do as always:giggle:
Ham sandwiches, crips and beer on tap:grin:
Go on the Irish!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:bounce:
If I don't make it back, Dora is Virgogirl for a few days:eeek::giggle:
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and found Dora in my knicker drawers:eeek::giggle:
hwoar: :giggle: 
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:grin:lets sing this for Virgo
TWENTY-ONE YEARS
The judge said `Stand up, lad and dry up your tears.
You're sentenced to Dartmoor for twenty-one years.
So dry up your tears, love, and kiss me goodbye,
The best friends must part, love, so must you and I.
I hear the train coming, 'twill be here at nine.
To take me to Dartmoor to serve up my time.
I look down the railway and plainly I see,
You standing there waving your goodbyes to me.
Six months have gone by, love, I wish I were dead.
This dark dreary dungeon and stone for my bed.
It's hailing, it's raining, the moon gives no light.
Now won't you tell me, love, why you never write.
I've counted the days, love, I've counted the nights,
I've counted the footsteps, I've counted the lights,
I've counted the raindrops, I've counted the stars,
I've counted a million of these prison bars.
I've waited, I've trusted, I've longed for the day,
A lifetime so lonely, my hair's turning grey.
My thoughts are for you, love, I'm out of my mind,
For twenty-one years is a mighty long time.
ts sing this for Virgo
