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Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Ears. by Wash! on 2004-08-07 16:39:22






























































































































































































































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Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Ears. by Kid on 2004-08-07 16:39:58  |  Reply to this
  If that wasn't so low, I'd say it was over the top.

Boom boom.
Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Ears. by Simon Prendyarthur! on 2004-08-07 16:41:48  |  Reply to this
  We're REALLY sad. But we ARE two people. Different in every entity. Remember that. Always. And also remember my grannie's birthday on tuesday! 94, no less!
Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Ears. by Kid on 2004-08-07 16:46:55  |  Reply to this
  If anyone's bothered to read on this far, and, to be honest, I've not even read half the comments, a drunken me has ghost written most of them...well, if anyone's still here, I'll pass out a few personal messages. Well, just to Tommie, really. We keep chatting about how you should really hate us, but don't (In real life) and how (or indeed whether) that makes you better than us in any way. We don't think it does, but it does make us respect you all the more. The same goes for D-. and Amelia, and indeed recently Johnny G - I wanted to reply sooo much to your Lance Armstrong topic, but didn't know waht to say, and thankfully, someone has come along today and described (perhaps less elegantly, but no less effectively) the feelings I wanted to convey myself. Far from being a big love-in, this is simply a 'closing the chapter on this ludicrous topic-tangent' segment, and an expression of gratitude to those we think most likely to read through.

Other than ourselves soon, to think "What were we thinking??" Still, C'est la vie.